Mo Wuxian thought about it carefully, and there was indeed a Wanbao Pavilion in his memory, but this Wanbao Pavilion was not something that ordinary people could enter, and without wealth and titles, he could only watch it from ten miles away from the gate of Wanbao Pavilion.

Wanbao Pavilion is auctioned only once a month, and there are countless good things each time, and it has also become a center of power struggle.

Calculating the time, there were still ten days before the opening of the Wanbao Pavilion, and after Mo Wuxian reminded Qinghe to remind him when the time came, he locked himself in the room.

It was already night, and what Mo Wuxian had to do was naturally cultivate.

Inside the tomb of the gods.

He entered the first stone room and immediately entered the meditation, the mixed yuan gong was running at full strength, and the tame aura was suddenly injected into the Taiji diagram in it, and after a while, it became a pure Xuan Qi.

Three hours later, the aura was empty, and he opened his eyes.

"How can such a good cultivation place only take three hours a day to cultivate?

Obviously, he was still a little unsatisfied.

If yesterday's Xuan Qi was just a thin line, then today's Xuan Qi is a hemp rope.

Judging by the martial arts method, he has almost entered the realm of a martial artist.

What is cultivated by the Mixed Yuan Gong is only Xuan Qi, and if you want to exert this Xuan Qi, you must have a corresponding **.

Continuing to check the back part of the Martial Dao Heart Method, Mo Ye's sword technique that shocked the Martial Dao Empire also appeared in his eyes - the Wanxing Moon Sword Technique.

The world's swordsmanship is Mo Xie!

This is recognized by the Martial Arts Empire. It is enough to show that Mo Ye's attainments in swordsmanship have reached a state of transcendence, and this waning moon sword technique is enough to explain its magic!

Wanyue swordsmanship, there are thirty-six styles, subdivided into three stages of twelve styles, each stage has a big move, respectively, Xiaoyue, Wanyue, and Remnant Dream.

These three tricks are extremely domineering, each one is stronger than the other, and it is said that Mo Ye has only used the remnant dream once so far. It was one day ten years ago, and after Mo Yan was disabled, Mo Xie's anger burned to the enemy country, and a remnant dream turned all the enemy's 30,000 troops into dust, and a city was also destroyed, becoming the nightmare of the enemy country forever, and establishing the prestige of the martial arts empire's Zhenguo general and the first sword god!

This has become a mythical legend, and it is something that everyone in the Martial Dao Empire knows, and Mo Wuxian naturally knows it.

"Since it's a remnant dream, and it's when the eldest brother was in trouble at the beginning, come to think of it, this should be the domineering swordsmanship that my father realized after the sudden change in his heart!" Thinking of several elder brothers, Mo Wuxian sighed, this was just his speculation.

As a former martial arts master, he naturally has a super high talent in terms of understanding.

He carefully studied the swordsmanship moves, and it only took a moment for him to study the first stage of the swordsmanship evolution!

He didn't have a sword, so he could only refer to it.

At this time, he pinched the sword technique in his hand and made the first starting pose, and the sword fingers swiped vertically and swiftly towards the scorpion. It looks a little elegant, but it exudes a kind of weirdness. Although it is a simple starting move, there seems to be a change in it, and it is difficult to figure out whether the change is offensive or defensive, whether it is a sword or a number of swords.

Just a starting style can see the difficulty of this set of swordsmanship, without enough understanding, it is impossible to comprehend the changes, even if Mo Yan has only completed the second stage so far, and the third stage cannot be comprehended.

Mo Wuxie's movements are elegant, but there is a domineering spirit, which makes people feel a sense of contradiction.

With the starting hand as a guide, he finally connected the second move, and then the third move......

In the stone room, I saw Mo Wuxian's figure heavy, the fast movement made people feel ghostly, the elegant sword finger made people have a sense of contradictory domineering, and the long breath made people think that there was an ancient dragon hidden here......

Suddenly, Mo Wuxie's figure all disappeared, and he was still standing in place, but the sword technique in his hand was pointing straight ahead.

After a while, I saw that Mo Wuxian's whole person seemed to have undergone a change in temperament, which was a cold, cold to the extreme.

It seemed that the twelve forms had been rehearsed, but the light in Mo Wuxie's eyes was extremely cold.

"Dawn Moon!"

His voice was like a cold snap in June, which made the entire stone chamber cool down violently, and then his whole person underwent a strange change.

His body seemed to be blurred, only one of his sword fingers was still dancing, but this sword finger crossed an incredible trajectory, outlining a circle, which was like a full moon, bursting with a strong silver light.

Rumble!

The full moon bombarded the stone wall, making a rumbling sound, but the entire stone wall did not leave the slightest trace.

Mo Wuxian already had a vague understanding of the stone chamber, this material was like stone but not stone, like iron and not iron, even the hardest alloy in the previous life might not be able to leave traces on it. Although the movement was big at this time, it was also within his judgment.

"What a powerful sword move! I'm still very jerky, and I need to practice constantly, I believe it won't be long before I can perfect the first stage of cultivation!"

He was very satisfied with this swordsmanship, not only elegant, but also exuding a strong domineering. He could imagine how magnificent the scene of Mo Ye holding a sword across the battlefield was!

He couldn't help but smile evilly, and fantasized about the majestic majesty of the world one day with a peerless divine weapon in his hand.

After fantasizing for a while, he couldn't help but have an urgent desire to have a peerless sword!

Now it's just a sword trick drill, and if you change to a long sword, you can bring out the wonders of the waning moon swordsmanship.

Calculating the time, five hours have passed, and now you can't stay in the tomb anymore, otherwise it may trigger the missing person notice incident again.

Back in the room, it was slightly bright, and he lay on the super big bed with a hint of sleepiness, and fell asleep unconsciously!

Mo Wuxian, who was asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, jumped up from the bed, slapped his thigh and smiled: "Why did I almost forget that there was a big show to be staged today?"

With that, he rushed out of the room like a wind, not caring about the messy hair of his own hair!

Qinghe opened his mouth wide and looked at Mo Wuxie, who didn't have any grace, and said in a speechless manner: "Oh my God, young master's speed...... Is it in a hurry to be reincarnated?"

At this time, it was almost noon.

As soon as he arrived at the gate, he saw Zhuo Dashao's carriage coming quickly.

Zhuo Dashao whipped the high-headed horse vigorously, and the fat on his body trembled constantly. And his face didn't seem to be very good, with large dark circles under his eyes, and a few straws stuck in his hair. If he hadn't been dressed in splendid clothes, if he hadn't had this extravagant carriage, if anyone who didn't know why would have thought that this beggar had come from!

"What kind of play is this singing by the dead fat man?" Mo Wuxian looked at Zhuo Dashao who came in a hurry, and guessed all kinds of possibilities in his heart.

Phew——Zhuo Dashao pulled the reins of the horse, and the four high-headed horses finally stopped the horse's hooves and stopped in front of Mo Wuxie.

"My eldest brother, my ancestor, my ......" Zhuo Dashao saw Mo Wuxian as if he saw a savior, his mouth kept greetings, he jumped down from the carriage, and continued as he ran: "My God, Mo Shao, Mo Shao, you have to save me, you must save me!"