Invite Yue's good appearance caused a lot of turmoil in the crowd, but it didn't take long for the turmoil to gradually subside.

Mo Qingge and Ying Yue, who flew in front of the "sealed" word monument, glanced at each other, and then immediately withdrew their gazes, as if they didn't know each other.

The old man in Xuanyi smiled at this time: "You kid, when you see the beautiful little girl, you don't even reply to the old man's words, hey, but then speaking, this later little girl is indeed more flavorful than the previous iceberg little girl, what, you kid is interested?"

Mo Qingge was used to the harmless jokes of the old man in Xuanyi, and couldn't help but reply: "I'm interested, but I just don't know where to start, by the way, weren't my predecessors once wanderers?

The old man in Xuanyi spread his hands, pretending to be helpless and sighed: "It seems that this kind of arrogant and arrogant female baby who is born like standing on the top of the clouds in the sky is actually the most difficult to get started, and the old man has planted a heel in this kind of woman, so although he has the heart to help, he can only say that he can't help." ”

Mo Qingge sighed and said: "In this way, the seniors have a lot of water! The juniors still think that you are a veteran of picking flowers! I don't want to have been pierced by flowers." ”

The old man in Xuanyi was slightly embarrassed on his face, bent his fist to his lips, coughed lightly, and then waved his hand and said: "Okay, okay, it's not too early, you better hurry up and choose the stone tablet to comprehend, and the old man also recuperates his spirit to prepare for tomorrow's battle." ”

Seeing that the old man in Xuanyi closed his eyes, Mo Qingge didn't say much, and made a detour from left to right, crossed the "Zhen" word tablet, "intercepted" the word tablet, and finally stopped in front of the "press" word tablet.

As soon as Mo Qingge's footsteps stopped, beside him, a disciple of the Bright Moon Sword Sect couldn't bear the divine intent on the inscription on the stone tablet, and his body shook suddenly, and then the blood gushed like a spring, gurgling down from the corner of his mouth, his sallow face turned pale instantly, and his eyes were about to retreat, but when he saw Mo Qingge next to him, he couldn't help but glared at him fiercely.

Seeing this, Mo Qingge suddenly cried and laughed, didn't he just flirt with your public lover, Senior Sister Leng? Why do you seem to have a deep hatred with me?

Mo Qingge, who had always respected courtesy and exchanges, did not suffer a loss, his eyes were as cold as lightning, and he glanced back, and the disciple of the Bright Moon Sword Sect snorted at the moment, his body shook wildly, like being struck by lightning, and his face became more and more pale.

It was only at this moment that this Bright Moon Sword Sect disciple realized that his strength was far inferior to that of this frivolous man, so he had to swallow his anger and reluctantly retreat.

Mo Qingge ignored this person anymore, his gaze withdrew, and then fell on the "press" stele in front of him, as soon as his gaze touched the inscription on the stele, his mind was involuntarily affected by it, like a magnet attracting.

The next moment, all the surrounding scenes began to blur, as if they had retreated into another time and space, leaving only the three-zhang high stone monument in front of him to expand and expand, rising from the ground to the blue sky.

Every inch that the stele is raised higher, there will be an invisible pressure that will act on his body, his mental will, layer upon layer, endlessly.

And when the stone tablet submerged into the sky, it seemed to merge with heaven and earth, attracting every inch of void between heaven and earth to crush him mercilessly.

Mo Qingge is now facing the whole world, formless, insubstantial, endless, and traceless The huge pressure may become the last straw that overwhelms him at any time.

Holding his breath and concentrating, Mo Qingge secretly used the secret method of "heart is like stopping water", and his mind gradually sank and turned into a round of mirrors, while trying his best to resist the pressure of heaven and earth, he was also constantly figuring out the mystery of the word "pressure".

......

The sun sets and the moon rises, the moon does not rise, and in the blink of an eye, it is the early morning of the second day.

Mo Qingge took a long breath of turbidity, his slightly closed eyes slowly opened, a red and a white two dazzling lights appeared in his eyes at a glance, since yesterday after comprehending the word "pressure" word tablet, Mo Qingge stood in front of the word tablet of "cracking" for half a night, "pressing", "cracking" two words to determine that he has obtained the essence of eight or nine times out of ten, but the last two points of essence are like the word "trap", and he has never understood the essentials.

Thinking of the scene of the "cracking" word decision, Mo Qingge still has palpitations, unlike the endless and omnipresent pressure of the "pressing" word tablet, when Mo Qingge was contemplating the "crack" word tablet, he only felt that countless cold lights appeared from the sky, falling on his body at a terrifying speed, and wanted to tear his body, consciousness, and even soul apart.

In his previous life and present life, Mo Qingge tasted this torture for the first time, and since his mind withdrew, his back was soaked with cold sweat.

The process is painful and unbearable, but the benefits that can be obtained are obvious, not only the essence of the words "crushing" and "cracking", but also the spiritual will after two depletions and two tempering, all of them have achieved amazing growth, especially the spiritual power, which seems to be hydrated mercury, is about to complete the qualitative change.

As for when he will be able to step into the realm of the Yuan Shen out of the body, Yi Mo Qingge looks at it, and it is only a matter of the past few days.

Gathering his mind, Mo Qingge got up and looked around, only to see that there were very few remaining disciples in the Mingyue Sword Sect except for Leng Yueqiu, and after a slight pause in his gaze, Mo Qingge turned to look at Invite Yue's side.

The master of the Shifting Flower Palace really did not disappoint him, after comprehending the "sealed" word stele, but in seven hours, his mind had completely recovered, and then he realized the "broken" word stele!

At this time, it coincided with the sunrise, the early sun was rising, jumping over the distant cornices and corners, facing the sun, Mo Qingge couldn't help but squint his eyes and retract his gaze.

Today is the eighth day, in other words, the Purple Dust Great True Person who holds the Dao Creation Dao Sect may come here at any time!

With only the three words of the great real person, it has been proved that this master is a real land fairyland, although the old man in Xuanyi is strong, but after all, he has missed the door and has never stepped into the land fairyland.

Since ancient times, although there have been many examples of crossing the border to kill enemies, like Zichen, how could Tianjiao Talent, who was the third nominee on the list more than a hundred years ago, be so good at crossing the border to fight?

Even the old man in Xuanyi admitted frankly that he didn't even have half a chance of winning this battle.

Mo Qingge subconsciously raised his eyes and looked at the old man in Xuanyi on the rain platform, the old man in Xuanyi now had his eyes closed, and his left and right hands were folded in the abdomen position.

Mo Qingge knew that the old man in Xuanyi had adjusted himself to the best condition to cope with the upcoming battle.

There are not many people in this world who can identify with him in his heart, except for this old man in Xuanyi who has a little like-mindedness, there is only the Siya Xiaonizi who has no scheming and blushes at every turn, and even Li Yaohua is at most half.

Thinking of that delicate and timid little girl, Mo Qingge couldn't help but think that she didn't return last night, would that little girl think that she didn't want her anymore, would she nest in the quilt and cry her nose?

Mo Qingge thought secretly, and suddenly, a strange aura flashed, and Mo Qingge's heart froze.

On the rain platform, the old man in Xuanyi didn't know when he had opened his eyes, the white hair like frost and snow was windless, and a trace of the breath that made Mo Qingge's heart palpitate flashed, and when he raised his head, the old man in Xuanyi looked straight to the western sky!

"It's coming!"

Others may not understand what it means, but Mo Qingge knows that the old man in Xuanyi is referring to the great true person who is in charge of the Dao Sect...... Purple dust is coming!

Taking a deep breath, Mo Qingge smoothed out his floating thoughts, turned around, turned his head sideways, and followed the gaze of the old man in Xuanyi to look west.

After one glance, the calm mood stirred again.

At the same time, in the cold river city where dragons and snakes were mixed, countless people were dumbfounded and looked at the western sky in surprise, which was enough to make them unforgettable magnificent wonders!

Far to the west, there is a mighty purple gas rolling in, spreading out in the sky, stretching like a tide......

The bright morning light, under the blur of purple air in the sky, also turned into a gorgeous and soft purple glow, the glow is like clouds and haze, lining that side of the realm like a fairyland, beautiful, not like all in the mortal world.

A clear crane chirp suddenly sounded, echoing in the heavens and the earth, covering up the hustle and bustle of the red world, and the vast majority of people's minds were affected by it, and involuntarily fell into a mysterious and indescribable ethereal silence.

At this moment, whether it is an ordinary person who has no cultivation or a strong martial artist who has achieved success in his art, anyone who looks westward seems to have crossed thousands of rivers and mountains, until the end of the sky, and sees the purple figure above the red-crowned crane.

That's a Taoist.

A Taoist with a beautiful appearance.

The Taoist is dressed in a purple gold and luxurious robe, the Taoist bun is fixed with a white jade sword hairpin, the purple hair is like a waterfall, neatly hanging down, draped on the back and shoulders, between the forehead and eyebrows, a touch of purple and red marks add thousands of styles, and the wide cloud sleeves dance in the wind, so as not to drift out of the dust.

The purple gas opens the way, and the glow greets each other.

The head of the Dao Sect of Creation teaches the great real person Zichen...... Come west by crane!