"Bang...... Bang ......" There were two explosions in a row, and the white-haired and stiff lower flank was smashed out of two blood holes by Mo Wangchen, and the green liquid gushed out, and the fishy smell was pungent!

However, Rao was like this, the white hair stiff still didn't feel any pain, and a pair of thin palms slammed into Mo Wangchen's neck, and the sharp and slender nails stabbed into his skin. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Bai Mao's strength is very strong, and Mo Wangchen is a little out of breath.

However, Mo Wuchen was still very indifferent, only to see that his hands were turned over, and his body shook suddenly, and he actually shook the white-haired stiff away, and then a punch hit the white-haired stiff head.

"Bang!" The white-haired stiff head shattered, Mo Wuchen shot very quickly, and suddenly took out the corpse beads from it and threw them into the storage bag!

"The second one!" the corners of Mo Wangchen's mouth rose, revealing a hint of a smile!

This time, Mo Wuchen learned to be obedient, he did not rush directly into the white-haired zombie group, but relied on the wind to walk, attracting them one by one. About two full hours later, the more than ten white-haired stiff bodies were all blown off their heads by Mo Wuchen and the corpse beads were taken!

Just as Mo Wuchen was about to leave, a crisp and distant flute sounded, and the earth shook with a bang, as if a giant beast was rushing from far and near!

"Shameless boy, you dare to ruin my good deeds!

A middle-aged man with long hair and a shawl jumped down from the top of a towering tree! Mo Wangchen looked at it intently, and found that this person's appearance was very strange, his long hair in the shawl was half white and half black, his face was covered with stubble, he was wearing a burlap shirt, and he was holding a cyan flute in his hand, and more importantly, this person was also a martial artist who refined the body of gods and demons, and his cultivation was very profound!

The strange middle-aged man's eyes widened angrily, staring at Mo Wuchen and almost bursting into flames!

"What do you mean by this, why do you say that this corpse bead is yours?"

Although Mo Wuchen felt that his cultivation was far inferior to this weird middle-aged man, he was still full of confidence when he spoke, after all, he was reasonable!

"It's not mine, it's still yours, I raised all these white-haired zombies!" said the strange middle-aged man!

"Are you stupid for me? It will take at least a thousand years for this ordinary zombie to be cultivated into a white-haired zombie! No matter how you look at it, you don't look like an old monster over a thousand years old!" Mo Wuchen said.

"Haha! The old man Ma Jiulong is already 1,500 years old this year! Why? He doesn't look old at all! If you ask me, I might be able to teach you this method of rejuvenation!" said the strange middle-aged man with a smile!

"Fifteen hundred years old, what are you fooling a child? I also said that I am ten thousand years old again!" Mo Wuchen said with great disdain.

"Wow yes! Ignorant child! I'm angry with me!" Ma Jiulong was so angry that his hair was about to stand up: "You are the first person who dares to talk to me like this! Someone has been disrespectful to me before, and I have concocted them into zombies!"

Ma Jiulong raised the emerald green flute in his hand and put it to his mouth, and the melodious sound of the flute floated throughout the forest!

Boom...... Boom......

A huge purple-haired zombie suddenly jumped out from behind a big tree and pounced on Mo Wuchen!

"Purple hair stiff!" Mo Wangchen's Adam's apple throbbed violently!

For an ordinary zombie to advance to a purple hair stiff, it will take at least ten thousand years of hard work, and it is comparable to the existence of the Martial Emperor, Mo Wuchen is sure that as long as this purple hair stiff is shot, he will definitely have no chance of surviving!

"Now you believe that I raised those white-haired zombies, right?" Ma Jiulong smiled: "I was surprised to see your kid's bones, the strength of his physical body is far greater than that of ordinary martial artists, and he obviously also walks the god and demon refining body flow, which is an excellent corpse refining material!"

After listening to Ma Jiulong's words, Mo Wuchen's face suddenly turned pale! A purple-haired zombie, an unfathomable corpse old monster, if he wanted to take his own life, it was estimated that he would be tortured very miserably! He had prepared the Eight Desolation Immortal Pots, and was ready to anoint the soles of his feet!

Ma Jiulong looked at Mo Wuchen, whose face was pale, and then said: "Old man, I have been cultivating for 1,500 years, and I am proficient in refining corpses and controlling corpses! I'll give you two choices now! First, worship me as a teacher, become the first disciple of my Ma Jiulong Throne, and learn my method of rejuvenating the face and the method of refining the corpse and controlling the corpse! Second, when I practice the materials of the corpse, I will train you into an excellent purple hair stiff!"

These two choices are in front of him, even a fool will choose the first one!But at this time, Mo Wuchen hesitated for a moment and asked: "In the world, there are more martial artists who refine the body of gods and demons! Why do you fancy me alone?"

"Haha! You kid is really smart! I, Ma Jiulong, really didn't see the wrong person!" Ma Jiulong said with a smile: "There are many martial artists in the world who refine the body of gods and demons, but there are only a handful of martial artists who cultivate the Dao of Heaven Capture like you!"

"'Capture Heaven Dao'!" Mo Wangchen's body shook suddenly, and said, "Senior, how do you know that I am practicing the 'Heaven Snatching Dao' exercise?"

As soon as Ma Jiulong pushed his palm, a purple cyclone suddenly appeared in front of him, and a fine light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and said: "Martial artists who cultivate the Dao of Heaven Capture will have a very strange aura on their bodies, I can sense it!"

Mo Wuchen was taken aback: "Senior, could it be that you are also cultivating the Dao of Heaven Grabbing?"

"Haha! I also practice the Dao of Grasping Heaven, but this set of exercises of mine is not a complete version, there are only three layers, the third, fourth, and fifth!" Ma Jiulong said.

Mo Wuchen suddenly became excited, you must know that at this time, his "Heaven Capture Dao" has been cultivated to the third layer, and he is lacking follow-up exercises, and he can't imagine that this old monster in front of him actually happens to have the fourth and fifth layers of exercises.

"Senior Ma, my exercises are also incomplete, only one to three layers in front!" Mo Wuchen said.

When Ma Jiulong heard this, he was also excited, and looked up to the sky and smiled: "Okay! I didn't expect your kid to have a second-tier exercise! God really helps me! The hidden disease that has plagued me for nearly a thousand years can finally be eliminated!"

"Hidden disease?" Mo Wuchen was a little puzzled, and said, "Senior, do you mean that cultivating the "Heaven Capture Dao" will leave hidden diseases in the body?"

"You don't have to worry! The Heavenly Capture Dao technique is very powerful, if you cultivate it step by step from beginning to end, there will naturally be no problem! But if you don't cultivate it in order, it will cause a big problem!" Ma Jiulong said: "Now my body doesn't feel anything, I can't feel pain, itching, cold and heat, just like a zombie with consciousness!"

Mo Wuchen thought for a moment and said, "Senior Ma, I can teach you the first two layers of exercises in the Heaven Capture Dao, but you must exchange the fourth and fifth layers of exercises with me! I need you to help me kill someone!"