"The purity of the law cannot be defiled?" Mo Tian shook his head disdainfully: "What kind of spell is worthy of what kind of person, a hypocrite like Immortal Law is really tainted faster than anything else."

I saw that he shook his arm, and there was a palm-sized skull in his hand, and the skull was crystal all over, like crystal, and the inside was like a human vein, glittering with vein-like liquid.

"Hell ghost blood, hey, who would have thought that this kind of filth that even demons disdain is the nemesis of immortal arts. Mo Tian smiled and threw the crystal skeleton in his hand into the path where the immortal qi of the three forks in the road was the heaviest.

There was a sound like sulfuric acid corrosion, and the crystal skeleton exploded with a thud, emitting puffs of white smoke and ghosts, grabbing the invisible energy of the air with teeth and claws, and gnawing wildly.

The demon dragon on the side was stunned, and the ghost blood was recognized. Of course, ghost blood is not real blood, but an evil energy fermented by the resentment of hellish creatures.

However, this kind of filthy low-level energy, even the lowest-level canine tooth demon does not bother to absorb it, because the resentment contained in it is too deep, and even a strong person at the level of the demon king may lose his mind and be controlled by resentment if he is not careful.

Probably only a mud beast with no IQ or a demon king-level powerhouse specializing in resentment is willing to gnaw it, and it is the first time it has seen that ghost blood has the function of destroying immortal laws.

As if seeing the puzzlement of the demon dragon, Mo Tian, who saw the ghost shadow gnawing on the immortal method, was in a good mood, and patiently explained two sentences: "There is an ancient saying in our world, called the hard is afraid of the horizontal, the horizontal is afraid of the dead, and the lifeless is afraid of the mentally ill." This immortal method can only be regarded as horizontal at best, but the ghost blood is a typical death, and if you go deeper, it is a problem of class struggle, and you don't understand it. ”

The demon dragon was already confused, but when he heard it, he nodded as if he didn't understand, and only secretly wrote down a sentence in his heart.

The most powerful thing in this world is neurosis!

Then he glanced at Mo Tian thoughtfully, and said in his heart, the master is so powerful, it should be a neurosis......

Mo Tian was watching the play with relish at the moment, if he knew what the demon dragon was thinking now, he would definitely turn around and hold it down and beat it violently. Seeing that the ghost blood finally eroded away the immortal law, it was just that most of the ghost blood was also wiped out with the pure immortal energy, and when it was withdrawn by Mo Tian, the fist-sized skull was only the thickness of two thumbs.

"Alright, that's all that's left for the illusion part, I'll leave it to you. "Needless to say, the Hell Demon Dragon has already incarnated into a dragon shadow. This illusion seems to be better than the one outside, even Mo Tian can see some clues, but there are professionals, of course he will not come out to get an axe.

After a while, the dragon souls that had gathered in one place had already found their direction, and Mo Tian hurriedly spread his body and followed.

Surprisingly, the dragon soul didn't go down the three entrances at all. Instead, he ran through the stone wall. Mo Tian also crashed into the stone wall without hesitation, passing through the wall, and it turned out to be just a phantom. If you follow any of those three paths, according to the Demon Dragon, there is a very strong force behind, and I am afraid that it will be a killing formation.

Mo Tian followed the Hell Demon Dragon, turned left and bend, and broke a lot of illusions along the way, jumped off the cliff several times, and drilled the wall many times, and then walked into an extremely small empty room, in front of which was a huge stone door, the door was engraved with a relief of the eight-clawed dragon, the dragon flew high in the clouds, and the mortals who knelt down could be vaguely seen below.

At this time, Mo Tian suddenly frowned, and looked towards a dark corner in the stone room, where was there a person!

A thin, withered, unkempt old Taoist priest sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a small stone in one hand, and stroking the stone with the other hand.

That old Taoist didn't even look at Mo Tian and the demon dragon, and put all his spirit on the stone in his hand, and his gentle gaze was like staring at his beloved lover.

"Is this old man an illusion?" was naturally asked to the Demon Dragon, after receiving a negative answer. The doubts in Mo Tian's heart came up.

When Mo Tian came in just now, he didn't notice this old man in his sight, if he hadn't just been attracted by the rustle of the old man touching the stone with his hand, I'm afraid he wouldn't have noticed him at all. Obviously, he was using his divine sense to explore the way, but he didn't sense it just now, but at this moment, he was really there with his divine sense.

I'm afraid this old man is not simple.

The old man didn't look at him, and he didn't pay any attention to the old man, but walked to the stone door first, stretched out his hand and knocked, and even bent his arm and pushed it forward. Mo Tian's seemingly gentle push, in fact, already contains the power of ten thousand jun, even if it is a majestic mountain in the past, I am afraid that it will tremble, but this stone gate is not moving.

The Hell Dragon was originally a soul body, and there are few things in this world that can trap it, but this strange gate can't even pass through the soul.

"Don't bother, this door has been connected to the space here with great magical powers, unless you find a way to open the door, even if you forcibly break it, it will only shatter the entire space in the end. After studying for a long time, Mo Tian suddenly gave up the idea of forcibly breaking the door with phantom fire, and at the same time curbed the impulsive actions of the Hell Demon Dragon.

The strong attack failed, and Mo Tian's eyes fell on the old Dao who was holding the stone on the side. His body flashed in front of the old Dao: "Old Daoist, let me ask you how to open this door." ”

The old Taoist priest still didn't look at Mo Tian, his thin hands were holding the stone, his mouth was open and closed as if he was muttering a spell, and his face was even more sacred. Normally, with Mo Tian's hearing, even if it is a hundred feet away, no matter how small the old man's voice is, he can still hear it.

But just now the whole small room was silent, he thought that the old man was just opening his mouth and closing his mouth to make a show, but when he appeared in front of the old man, the old man's voice sounded in his ears again.

I only heard him mutter: "Stone stone, turn into gold, old Tao go back to see the saint, gold, gold turns into stone, old Tao's head falls to the ground...... Stone, gold, gold, stone......"

"What stone is gold, it is not easy to turn this stone into gold. Mo Tian stretched out his finger and touched the stone lightly on the old Taoist hand, and the light was overflowing, and the stone turned into a piece of golden gold!

"Gold, gold! I succeeded!" Lao Dao clapped his hands and jumped up, and then when he stretched out his hand and rubbed it violently, his whole face became depressed again, only to see that the gold had turned back into stone. It's still as plain as that.

"Stone stone, I'm going to cut off my head again!" the old man cried and mourned, his head lowered again, and he didn't look at Mo Tian more from beginning to end.

It is not a difficult spell to turn stones into gold, in many legends, there are immortals in the heavenly realm who descend to the world to purify all sentient beings, and when they see the suffering of the people, they will cast the immortal method to turn stones into gold and help the people.

But in fact, the immortal magic of turning stones into gold is actually just an illusion, that is, it is used to deceive ordinary people, even if it is a god, there is no way to tamper with the laws of matter and turn the essence of stone into gold.

When Mo Tian was casting this illusion, he always paid attention to the old man's every movement, starting from his surprised reaction when he saw Jinzi, to the later loss, his expression was natural, not that he pretended not to see Mo Tian, but that he was completely immersed in his own world, and there was nothing else except the stone in his hand.

Mo Tianyi grabbed the old man's half-foot-long beard and lifted the old Taoist priest up: "Dead old man, don't pretend to be a ghost for me, tell me quickly, this way to open the door!"

The old man who was caught by Mo Tian still looked at the stone nervously, completely taking Mo Tian's words as wind in his ears. Mo Tian had heard that there were once people who were obsessed with forging swords, casting swords in front of the furnace every night and night, even if their bodies were injured and bleeding more than once, they still didn't realize it, and the last blood flowed out, casting a sword that is unparalleled in the world.

"Your stupidity is a bit like the sword-forging cadre. As soon as Mo Tian's hands were released, the old man fell to the ground with a bang, not that Mo Tian was moved by compassion, but that he knew that even if he killed the old man, his thoughts would still stay at the level of how to turn stones into gold.

"Stone, gold, grandma's, do I still have to teach you the method of ore metallurgy, but what you have is not gold mine. "Rao is Mo Tian guessed the key to opening the door, it is in this old man's body, but there is no way to change anyone to really turn stones into gold.