Chapter 0216 Desert Penance

Mo Sang looked at Xingtian with an expression of wanting to cry without tears. "What are you kidding? Thirty or fifty years? I'm going to stay with you in this desert for thirty or fifty years? Are you crazy or am I crazy?" "Hehe, for us people in the Demon Gate, thirty or fifty years will only be over in an instant, don't worry. "No, that's too long. I can't wait that long, is there a faster way?" "Yes, but can you hold on?" Mo Sang was asked by Xing Tian and hesitated. This guy wouldn't take the opportunity to deliberately fix me, would he?" Xing Tian kicked Mo Sang out and scolded angrily. "You little bastard has to think about it. The teacher promised the old man Bai to let you go to the Sword Sect Conference. If you embarrass the old man in the past, I will chop you into meat sauce when I come back!" "But that time is not enough, can the Sword Sect Conference wait for me for thirty or fifty years?" "The Sword Sect Conference will be held every five years, and the teacher didn't say that you will definitely be allowed to participate in this session. If we go again in the next session, it will be a shame for you to go to cultivate, so let's cultivate honestly. These five years are enough time to train you into a new generation of first-class masters. Mo Sang listened to Xingtian's words, and suddenly came to his spirit again. How many times have I thought about that kind of picture, but Mo Shan has never been able to touch it. I believe that Senior Brother Xu Yuanqing, whether it is cultivation or alchemy, it seems to be first-class. Being respected everywhere and courteous everywhere seems to be a very beautiful thing. Maybe when you reach that state, you may be able to get rid of the embarrassment of being dominated by others. "Okay, I promised you to become a first-class master, so let's get started. Xing Tian nodded with satisfaction, and Mo Sang said something that made him happy. At this time, the sun had risen very high, and Mo Sang had already begun to erode his body because of his true qi. Mo Sang always felt as if he was in a sea of fire, but the more the heat wave scorched him, Mo Sang felt that the blood in his body seemed to be more active, not only did his body not be paralyzed by the heat, but he was full of energy, as if his whole body exuded inexhaustible strength. "Boy, your first day of class is to run a thousand miles without stopping. You'll have to go to the next oasis before sunset, or you'll die in the desert! I'll keep flying along the route, and if you go too slow, you'll have to stay here by yourself. This sky is full of yellow sand, and without the guidance of the teacher, you will inevitably get lost here. When the time comes, I'm afraid that the heavens should not be called the earth, so don't hurry up and keep up!" Xingtian had already flown into the air at this time, and Mo Sang was full of energy at this time, patting off the dust on his ass and hurriedly chasing out. Mo Sang caught up with Xingtian at a trot, and couldn't help but say proudly. "Master, are you tired, if you are tired, come down and rest for a while, and run by yourself. You see you're flying so slowly, and you're already running ahead of you. "Good boy, it's too early to say it. After Xing Tian finished speaking, he suddenly increased his speed, and Mo Sang suddenly realized that he seemed to be a little carried away. He relied on his possession of the body of a demon king, and his strength evaporated too quickly. At this time, after Xingtian accelerated his flight, he had already begun to feel the strain. Although his ** has been strengthened to the extreme, after all, he doesn't know any magic sect exercises, how can he keep up with such a high-intensity consumption by relying on the power accumulation of ** so simply? Originally, he thought that he could use the support of his true qi, so he had no habit of saving his physical energy at all, but now all of a sudden, the strength of his body was hollowed out, and the real person was like falling apart. However, Xingtian did not slow down at all, and continued to fly at the original speed. Mo Sang looked up at the master flying above the sky, gritted his teeth helplessly and followed. He knew that Xingtian would do what he said, and since he said that he would leave himself here, he would definitely do this kind of thing. Mo Sang looked at the yellow sand around him, thinking that if he was lost here, he could only choose to die of exhaustion of his physical strength in the end, wouldn't it be too aggrieved? At this time, the scorching sun had already risen overhead, and the temperature of the ground was enough to blanch a raw egg. Mosan's body has begun to have a large area of dry cracks on the surface, and those cracks will fall off a large piece with a few casual clicks of his hands, followed by a burst of pain that pierces his heart. Mo Sang had never suffered such hardships since he began his cultivation, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart: It's all self-inflicted, what kind of magic skills do you want to learn in a good way? How good is it to cultivate honestly? You don't have to suffer such a sin. But since he chose, Mo Sang was not willing to give up easily. He was ruthless, completely ignoring how his lead-filled legs struggled, and still gritted his teeth and insisted on following. Xing Tian was looking at Mo Sang below with a smug face on his face above the sky at this time, muttering in his mouth. "It's not a loss that the body that has been tempered in the blood pool, even if it doesn't have any true qi external force to support it, it can last so long. This kid has a bright future. Xing Tian continued to accelerate his flight as he spoke, and Mo Sang felt like he was about to despair as he watched the target in front of him fly farther and farther. However, every time when his physical strength was about to run out, the whole person was about to collapse. His heart beat suddenly, and then Mo Sang felt that his whole body was filled with an inexplicable force. Mo Sang quickly followed with this strength, and then continued to consume a lot of physical strength until his body was dragged down again. In this way, the cycle has been going on, and before I know it, Moissan's body has begun to change dramatically. He could obviously feel that his skills were much more agile at this time, originally when he ran, the yellow sand easily buried his legs, and then he completely relied on brute force to pull his feet out of the yellow sand and continue to run. After running in the desert for a long time, Mo San's feet were able to almost step on the surface of the yellow sand without leaving too deep footprints. Mo Sang knew that the demonic blood had already formed in his body. Coupled with the effect of the Seven Clever Exquisite Heart, he has successfully entered the entry stage of the Demon Gate at this time, and he can be regarded as the first half of the Demon Gate disciple. Mo Sang felt the changes in his body, and he ran harder. Since I know that the Tangram Exquisite Heart will constantly stimulate the potential of my body, then there is nothing to worry about. The more Mo Sang ran, the more excited he became, but at this time, Xingtian, who was above the sky, became suspicious. "What's wrong with this kid? Why can he still run so happily after running for so long? This is a desert, he doesn't have any true qi to protect his body, and being able to resist the heat is already considered a superb qualification, and he can run so uninterrupted for so long, even if the disciples of the Demon Gate are afraid that they may not be able to reach his realm, right? Could it be that this kid is really a genius that has not been met in a hundred years?" >