"Deal!" the Eight Desolation Immortals smiled extremely obscenely. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, Mo Wuchen somehow seemed to see the shadow of the obscene old man from the body of the Eight Desolation Immortals, and he couldn't help but feel inexplicable sadness in his heart. If the obscene old man was not injured when the Immortal Sword recognized the master, then maybe it would not be the Eight Desolation Immortals who can take away the Yang now, but the obscene old man.

"Can your Eight Desolate Immortal Pot restore the injured Yuan Shen?" Mo Wuchen asked.

The Eight Desolation Immortals said with extreme disdain: "It's an immortal weapon! As long as there is enough soul essence blood, this can only be regarded as a piece of cake." ”

After getting the affirmative answer from the Eight Desolation Immortals, Mo Wuchen was overjoyed in his heart, so that as long as he refined the Eight Desolation Immortal Pot, he didn't need to look for Mu Lingguo to help the obscene old man recover his divine thoughts.

Xing Zhan Wuzun was certainly a little obscene, but after all, he had helped Mo Wuchen when he was at his weakest and most dangerous. Mo Wuchen has never been an ungrateful person, he knows that the grace of a drop of water should be reciprocated by a spring. In his eyes, the obscene old man is like his closest relatives and elders, so Mo Wuchen will always remember to help him find a way to restore his divine thoughts. Of course, the follow-up exercises of "Capture the Heavenly Dao" are only another reason.

After negotiating the deal, the Eight Desolation Immortals quickly separated a wisp of divine soul from themselves and handed it over to Mo Wuchen.

Mo Wuchen uses his own divine thoughts as his "pen", and a wisp of the soul of the Eight Desolation Immortals as "ink". Soon, he drew a small golden talisman in his sea of consciousness. Mo Wuchen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the figure of the Eight Desolation Immortals faintly appearing on the golden talisman, he knew that this life and death talisman was completed. At this time, the life of the Eight Desolation Immortals was completely in his hands.

"Well, you should rest assured now, right?" said the Eight Desolation Immortals: "But I can't hand over the refining method of this immortal pot to you now, because I still need to rely on this immortal pot to increase the chance of success when I take it!"

"Yes!" With the life and death talisman, Mo Wuchen believed that the Eight Desolation Immortals would not play any tricks.

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In the Valley of the Black Wind, there are dry trees on all sides.

The group of Shenjun Martial Artists sat down cross-legged and tried to adjust their bodies to the best condition before it got dark in order to deal with the upcoming killing black wind.

The sun was gradually sinking in the west, and the remnant sun was like blood, reflecting on everyone's faces. The atmosphere was getting more and more oppressive, and almost everyone could hear their own breathing.

When the last rays of sunset dissipated, the Valley of the Black Wind was completely enveloped in darkness.

The wind in the far northwest corner began to blow, and it blew more and more rapidly. By the end, everyone's ears were completely filled with the sound of the wind.

Like a substantial black wind, it swept up to the northwest corner. After the dry towering ancient trees were crushed by the black wind, they made a "squeak" sound.

"Kill...... Kill...... Kill...... Kill ......" has a strong will to kill, impacting everyone's knowledge of the sea of knowledge.

Except for Mo Wuchen, almost everyone's face was pale, and even the true qi in his body was stagnant.

"Calm your mind, empty the altar, stick to your will, don't let this killing intent obliterate your will, or you will all become a walking corpse, a killing machine. Xu Sheng reminded loudly: "We have to hold on until the arrival of the killing black wind." It is only by entering the Black Wind that we can find the root of this Black Wind and possibly inherit it. We are going to take this killing black wind as a test for us by our predecessors!"

Mo Wuchen really didn't want to say anything about Xu Sheng's idea of being so funny, and now his task was to protect the safety of Shen Junyue, Jiang Xue and the other four, and Xu Sheng and Zhang Yu were not within his scope of protection. If Xu Sheng didn't take the initiative to enter the killing black wind, maybe the Eight Desolation Immortals might have to work hard to take it away, but now Xu Sheng's move is exactly what Mo Wuchen wants.

The killing black powder swept in, from far to near, and soon arrived in front of the people of the Shenjun Martial Academy. By this time, their will had been eroded by the killing black wind, and they had become exhausted.

"It's coming!" Xu Sheng's eyes lit up, opened his arms, and jumped into the black wind. Zhang Yu followed.

When he saw that Zhang Yu and Xu Sheng's bodies were completely swallowed by the black wind, a big stone hanging in Mo Wuchen's heart finally fell. After being shrouded in the killing black wind of the Eight Desolation Immortals, it was almost impossible to survive. Mo Wuchen had seen the methods of the Eight Desolation Immortals, and if it weren't for the remnant soul of the Shenjun Martial Immortal at that time, he would have become a dried corpse long ago.

After the killing black wind devoured Xu Sheng and Zhang Yu, it did not continue to spread, but kept maintaining its previous range. When Shen Junyue and Jiang Xue were hesitating to enter the black wind, Mo Wuchen grabbed their arms and shook his head at them.

Originally, they were still hesitant, but after seeing Mo Wuchen shake his head, they actually had an inexplicable sense of trust at the same time, and they both stopped.

Luo Hong and Li Qian saw that Shen Junyue and the others had not entered the black wind, and they also stopped after hesitating for a moment.

At this time, they also found that the previous will to kill, which was constantly eroding the sea of knowledge, suddenly disappeared.

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After Xu Sheng and Zhang Yu were swallowed by the black wind, they found themselves completely plunged into darkness, and there was only a little golden light not far away. "Could it be that the golden light is the inheritance of Shenjun's predecessors?" Zhang Yu wondered.

"I guess it should be the inheritance of Shenjun's predecessors!" Xu Sheng said with certainty.

Zhang Yu smiled proudly: "The group of people outside who are greedy for life and afraid of death are destined to fail to obtain the inheritance of Shenjun's predecessors, and now the inheritance of Shenjun's predecessors will completely belong to the two of us." ”

"The ancients said, 'seek wealth and danger', the ancients will not deceive me!" Xu Sheng's eyes showed a blazing light, and he leaned towards the golden point of light step by step.

It was like a substantial black wind pressing on their bodies, very heavy, and the will to kill was getting stronger and stronger, and Xu Sheng felt the most obvious when he walked in front. At this time, he had only walked more than ten meters, but the black wind that seemed to be like a substance had become heavier than iron, which not only made the green tendons on his body rise, but also made it very difficult for him to breathe.

Although Zhang Yu walked behind Xu Sheng, his cultivation was weak. So much so that after only a few steps, he was almost exhausted and collapsed on the ground.

"Brother Xu, I can't do it anymore, I really can't walk, I have to be tired to death if I go on! You go and get the inheritance alone!, as long as you don't forget your brother when the time comes!" Zhang Yu said as he gasped.

Xu Sheng didn't pay attention to what Zhang Yu said, and he didn't turn his head back, just stabbed towards the golden light in the depths of the black wind.