readx;? Chapter 443

When Mo Chen heard this, he was helpless in his heart, and he came to this heavy responsibility again for no reason, although he still squeezed out a smile on his face, but he thought indignantly in his heart, Lao Tzu is not a god, and he is not the ancestor of salvation? What can the Divine Crystal Immortal Pavilion develop, what does it matter to me? Besides, Lao Tzu is now difficult to protect himself, and he has become the big fat sheep of the Meizong Sect, when he will be caught, maybe he will care about your!

Although he knew that he was now relying on the protection of the Divine Crystal Immortal Pavilion, such an idea was indeed inappropriate, but from Mo Chen's own point of view, it was indeed rude!

Looking at Mo Chen's laughter, which was more ugly than crying, he smiled and said: "You don't have to be pressured, those are all things after that, you should comprehend the Six Fu Divine Secret first, and then open the Six Fu Holy Body!"

Hearing Elder Fu say this, Mo Chen breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Yes, I will definitely succeed in cultivating the Six Fu Divine Powers, and then strengthen the prestige of the Divine Crystal Immortal Pavilion!"

When he said this, Mo Chen really wanted to slap himself, after all, he still had the important task of recovering the Tibetan God Family, that is, the Tiance Divine Mansion, how could he say such a thing casually. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But Mo Chen thought that this was just a scene, just talking, and his heart felt a little better!

For Mo Chen's words, Fu Lao also nodded, and then his expression suddenly became serious, and said: "Hold Yuan Shouyi, refresh your spirits, and open the Six Fu Extreme Seals!"

Mo Chen listened to Fu Lao's words, sat cross-legged, and gradually entered the state, and the six Fu Pole Seals between his eyebrows began to flicker.

Fu Lao's mudra changed like lightning, and when the mudra changed, he recited words in his mouth: "The power of the six endowments, the strength of my body, the method of the six endowments, the cultivation of my heart, the meaning of the six endowments, pave my way!"

As soon as Fu Lao's words fell, in the entire Liufu space, the vast and majestic Heaven and Earth Yuan Force converged towards Mo Chen, only to see a mysterious and ancient magic circle, surrounding Mo Chen and Fu Lao.

Mo Chen entered the state of cultivation, and faintly, he only felt that the vast and powerful power was constantly converging towards him.

The body is constantly becoming fuller, and even the bones are constantly making crisp noises at this moment, as if every muscle and bone is out of place!

After doing this, Fu Lao is astringent breath, and the magic array patterns under his feet also disappeared, and the disappeared formation patterns under his feet were twisted and twisted, turning into a magic circle like a spirit snake that gathered in the magic circle around Mo Chen's body.

Fu Lao looked at Mo Chen, who was quietly cultivating, and turned into a ray of light and disappeared into the Six Fu space.

Only Mo Chen was left to sit there cross-legged quietly, and the vast power of the entire Liufu space was all converging towards Mo Chen.

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In the dense jungle, a light breeze blows, dead leaves fly, at this moment, there is a sound of dead leaves breaking, and when the sound is closer, I realize that it is two people walking here.

One big and one small, it was a young man wearing a silver-white robe and an extraordinary momentum.

"The sound of the deciduous maple knows the spring and autumn, the young man is sharp, the qi is vertical and horizontal, and a sword volley shocks the nine skies!"

As the trumpet of the young man's poem sounded, the whole forest fell countless pieces of withered yellow leaves with the wind, and in the bushes behind, a large number of people in night clothes stared at them closely.

And the young man read the words, causing a child with a sword pocket behind him to muttered indignantly: "Childe.... There's no one here, who are you saying this, who are you talking about?

The young man called Childe is Feng Shaoling, and behind him is the sword boy chasing the wind.

"Who said there was no one?" Feng Shaoling raised an arc at the corner of his mouth and said, "Chasing the wind, chasing the wind, you've been following me for so long, why are you still so stupid and not smart?"

"I...."Chasing the wind was carrying a heavy sword pocket, and his face turned red at what Feng Shaoling said, but he wanted to refute it, but he came back to his senses and asked, "Is someone following us?"

Listening to Chasing the Wind's question, Feng Shaoling paused, the corners of his mouth lifted an arc, looked sideways at the grass not far behind him, and said lightly: "A few friends, after following for so long, it's time to come out and breathe!"

Sure enough, as soon as Feng Shaoling's words fell, I saw a rustling sound behind him, and dozens of black-clothed people holding wide knives surrounded Feng Shaoling and the two of them.

Chasing Feng's face immediately turned pale, and he muttered, "Someone is really following us!"

"That's why I said that you always don't learn well, and you will suffer a loss if you go to the rivers and lakes in the future!" Feng Shaoling's face was calm, and he didn't seem to be afraid of the dozens of black-clothed people who came out.

"Swordsman, I see that you are very skilled, why don't you join our Ten Thousand Poison Sect?" said one of the leaders.

"Ten Thousand Poison Sect, one of the eight major sects, Ten Thousand Poison Sect?" Feng Shaoling's expression moved slightly, and he asked.

"How about it? With the reputation of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, you will definitely be treated very well when you enter the Ten Thousand Poison Gate!" the leader continued.

"I'm sorry, I hate poisonous insects, poisonous snakes, and I don't like poison!" Feng Shaoling politely refused.

"Since this is the case, then it should be calculated, you killed our people from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. The leader said, "Since you can't be a fellow disciple, you can only become an enemy." ”

"Become an enemy? Even a few of you crooked melons and jujube crackers deserve to be real enemies with me?" Feng Shaoling said with a gentle smile on his face, "I can kill you in an instant with a sword boy, believe it or not?"

"You're going to be handsome, don't pull me. As soon as Chasing Feng heard Feng Shaoling say this, his heart immediately tightened, and he glared at him angrily, and then said to all the black-clothed people present: "Uncles, he is him, I am me, you continue to continue, I am just passing by!"

Seeing that Chasing the Wind was about to retreat, Feng Shaoling didn't look at him, and directly dragged it back with one hand, and said, "Where are you going, do you think you can go?"

"You bad boy, don't pull me into the water, okay!" said Chasing the Wind with a sad face.

"Well... It's just to give you a chance to perform, you don't cherish it, it seems that I still have to take action. Feng Shaoling stepped forward, looked at the man in black and said: "If you just want to avenge your dead comrades, then I will accompany you, after all, it was really unpleasant to see them at the time, so I killed them, and now, I see that you people are not very pleasing to the eye, so you all stay today!"

The leader listened to Feng Shaoling's words, his eyes were slightly cold, and he said, "Arrogant! Kill him for me!"

Hearing the leader's order, everyone present rushed up.

Seeing this, Feng Shaoling gave Chasing Wind a look behind him.

Chasing the wind's body shook, and a sword emitting a white light came out of its sheath.

The sword light flashed, and the sharp and cold sword qi dispersed in the air, causing the heads of all the black-clothed people present to fall to the ground, like watermelons on the ground.

The scene instantly left only the leader just now, he stood in place with his legs trembling, watching the sword that exuded a cold light fall into Feng Shaoling's hand.

Feng Shaoling held the long sword in his hand, and on the side of the blade, a cold sword qi invaded, causing the clothes on the shoulders of the leader to break, and at the throat, a thin streak of blood appeared.

The leader looked at the sword in Feng Shaoling's hand, it was not stained with any blood, but only relied on the sword qi to take the head of the person for thousands of miles.

"Single.... Single-edged sword!" The leader's mouth was slurred, and after uttering these three words with the last trace of breath, his head was separated from his body and rolled directly to the ground.