After hearing the news of Wang Xuan's success, Mo Nanweng was not the only one surnamed Mo who was in a hurry, and the other surnamed Mo who suffered from Wang Xuan was also lifeless and angry. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"What the hell are you doing? Aren't all things arranged for you to hand over to the Ghost King? Why is he still so alive now?!"

"Let me tell you, although I have dogs in Moyang, I don't raise disobedient dogs! If you don't give me an answer today, you won't want to mess with Tiangong in the future!"

"Roll !!"

Mo Yang's voice has been away from him for an unknown amount of time, and Mo Yang is no longer by his side, the man who has been trampled under Wang Xuan's feet and has completely lost his rationality, has become a psychopathic monster at this moment, catching and biting whom, it is completely unreasonable.

Mo Chong walked step by step, his consciousness had begun to drift a little, he had endured Mo Yang's abuse and physical punishment for so long, no matter how good and healthy his body was, there were obvious signs of failure at this moment.

It's not that he has no complaints in his heart, if it weren't for Wang Xuan and Ye Buqun, he wouldn't have ended up like this, Ye Buqun is the law enforcement elder of the Heavenly Palace, he naturally doesn't have the slightest temper, but Wang Xuan can move.

It's just that even he himself isn't quite sure if the Ghost King has forgotten about it.

For this reason, although Mo Yang kicked Mo Chong out, he directly made a strong volley, without any reservations at all.

At the same time, he also considered the question of whether Mo Chong could see Mo Yang, and gave him another soul container to ensure that he could meet the Ghost King.

It has already been said that not everyone in the Guishou Heavenly Palace lives in the four-character house of 'Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang', and there are some special people who have built a house of their own in various permitted places within the Heavenly Palace.

For example, Yao Lao, he lives in a thatched hut inside the medicine garden, Lin Guzi also has his own paradise, and the refiner Chen Nan has his own sword mound, and Guiwu has a mansion, all kinds of differences, and so on.

However, they have one thing in common, that is, such people are extremely terrifying existences in the Heavenly Palace.

He walked for a long time, until he saw a grass hut hidden in the middle of two large trees.

His heart is trembling, his legs are trembling, this place, he doesn't want to come, as long as he comes once, his soul in this life has been uncontrollable timidity to this land.

But he had to come, and without Mo Yang's protection, he was no different from death.

Like last time, he didn't hesitate to bend his knees. Mo Chong knelt quietly in front of a grass hut, trembling under the hot sun, his body trembling slightly.

Autumn is not completely detached from the light and bearing of summer, the sun is still shining, the grass and trees are green, and greedily absorbing energy. In such weather, it shouldn't have been cold.

Cold is only present in the weakness of the body, and the environment is really bad, and makes the air dry and unforgiving. But these were distinctly different, unlike anything he had ever felt cold.

But it was exactly the same feeling he had when he was here last time.

He really felt the cold, and this feeling was only because of the pale black yin qi wafting from the grass hut, like a coiled silk thread, entangled and swirled in the air, and enveloped him tightly.

The chill born from his heart, the terrible cry echoed in his ears from time to time, and the ugly visions that made people numb constantly appeared in front of him.

But he couldn't retreat, he was tricked by Ye Buqun and Wang Xuan, he was abused and humiliated by Mo Yang, he had endless anger in his heart, he wanted revenge, and he took revenge with his master Mo Yang's share.

But this time he wanted to take revenge a little different, he wanted to kill Mo Yang together, and as for the consequences, he couldn't take too much into account.

Killing is a technical job, but here, as long as you pay a certain price.

The strong killing intent was exchanged for equivalent courage, and it actually supported him and did not fall, but gave him the power to be reborn. This anger that was enough to make him grit his teeth squeezed out all the bravery in his body, but this yin was unabated, and he could clearly feel this inhuman pain, so the resentment in his heart deepened.

Ten years of Yang Shou were taken away again, and Mo Chong's temples turned snow-white at this time, but he didn't care, because he knew that the pain he endured would definitely be doubled in the person he hated.

I have to say that hatred is really a magical thing, he can make a person who has fallen back the strength to regain his life, but he can also alienate a normal person into the most terrifying devil.

Before he came to this thatched hut, he had already prepared his mind.

Because he knew best that no one dared to come to this grass hut with some hatred.

First of all, you have to give ten years of life to have the opportunity to say what you want, such as who you want to kill, or who you want to destroy.

At this time, Mo Chong clearly met the first condition.

Although he had already met the first condition last time, he knew that Wang Xuan was not killed, and there must be something strange in it.

He wasn't going to ask, he wasn't generous enough to just exchange his ten years of longevity for an answer, and it was a question he didn't expect an answer to.

He is a ghost king, he is different from anyone else, and even the head of the sect does not have as much power as him.

Killing was not allowed in the Heavenly Palace, but he was different.

If he wanted to kill anyone, no one would be able to stop him, just because he was a ghost king, even if he was a powerhouse in the Void Realm, he would not easily provoke an existence!

So if you want to ask him to kill someone, the price is extremely expensive, not only that, but it also depends on his mood, if his mood is good, then it is relatively easy to ask him to kill, but if he is in a bad mood, it is not only difficult to ask him to kill, but also his life will be in danger.

It is still the trend between interests, the link between hatred, that connects everything.

"Who are you?"

The sound was like a ghost, with the horror of Netherworld and Hell, but it dispersed all the black qi around Mo Chong.

Mo Chong, who had regained consciousness, was overjoyed when he heard this voice, and hurriedly said.

"Mo Chong!"

Mo Chong's luck is indeed good, the ghost monarch is in a good mood at the moment, if it is usual, even if he absorbs ten years of life, the ghost monarch will not say a word.

And two times in a row, he received an answer from the Ghost King, which in a way, has brought him very close to the truth.

"You brought what I wanted. ”

There was also a weakness in the voice of the Ghost King, like the dying swan song of an extremely weak person on the verge of death.

Mo Chong didn't dare to move a bit, although he couldn't see the Ghost Monarch, but he knew that the Ghost Monarch must be watching him at this moment.

He took out a wrench from his pocket that Mo Yang gave him in advance, the wrench made of white jade was exquisitely clear, and there were faint golden veins on it, and there were incomprehensible symbols on it, just by looking at it, it could make people's souls fall and be unable to extricate themselves.

The wrench suddenly flew up in the air, and after it sank into the grass hut like a cloud-piercing arrow, there was no more sound.

Weakness and fatigue filled his nerves, he had been treated too inhumanely, but he had to resist this exhausting chill at this moment, and under this warm sun, he had a feeling of being isolated from the whole world.

And this feeling has become the last strength in his heart, making his body difficult to collapse although it is weak.

After a while, Mo Chong's bloodshot eyes came with a burst of sleepiness, and the warm sunlight brought him warmth and seduced out the weakness in his body.

He remembers—

Where there are immortals, there are demons, and immortals and demons coexist, irresistible.

But he's not a demon, he's a ghost.

There are many people who want to slay demons and preach, but none of them fail.

Either you become an idiot, or you will live in fear until you step through the door of death.

How long he existed, no one knows, when he began to exist, no one knows.

He never brings benefits to the Heavenly Palace, but he exists, just like the eighth pawnshop exists in the world.

So everyone was afraid of him, and people began to know his name, and they came to the door with hatred, giving their lives, begging.

Some succeed, some fail.

Today, Mo Chong seems to be on the verge of success again.

He knew that with his own strength, he would not be able to achieve what he wanted to do no matter what, because not only did he not have a huge family business as a support, he could not afford a huge amount of cultivation resources, but more importantly, he did not have the talent for cultivation, which made him fall into despair for a while.

Fortunately, he still has a cheap life, and for this, he will not hesitate to become a walking corpse.

Finally, there was a coughing sound from the grass hut, as if the people in the house were about to die, but Mo Chong didn't think so, the people in the grass hut were like this every time, and his spiritual sense was always accurate.

And when he coughs, it means that the deal has entered the final stage.

"What else?"

This sentence was like a chain of life, reaching Mo Chong's ears.

Mo Chong had long expected that it would be these three words, because it was the same three words last time.

Not only does this not make him afraid, although people always feel fear of the unknown, and these words come from the mouth of the ghost king.

But weirdly, these words made him feel excited.

My wish is about to come true.

He shivered again, the sun was shining, there was no black air enveloping him, but he was cold, as cold as if he was about to die.

"Don't you ask me why I didn't kill Wang Xuan?"

There was a chuckle, like a man and a woman, for the laughter was sometimes rough, sometimes as clear and pleasant as a silver bell.

The cold sweat had soaked through his clothes, and he didn't even dare to breathe, it was like an evil spirit explaining his crime in front of Hades, and it was impossible to describe the extreme discomfort.

The Ghost Monarch smiled and continued: "Because the price you paid was too low, you must know that the person you are going to kill is not an ordinary commodity, so I just did what you could afford, and did not complete this task. Of course, if you really want to kill him, you can pay again, and when you come today, you will not use ten years of life to catch up with me. ”

It was the first time that Ghost Jun had said so many words, and these words fell on Mo Chong's ears word for word, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

"I give up on this task. Mo Chong said suddenly.

What is completely different from all the previous plots is this point, and from this point onwards, all the trajectories will change dramatically.

Because everything is human nature, and everything is human nature, and the unpredictable is at work.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes fixed on the thatched hut in front of him, but the scene suddenly changed, and he could no longer feel any light.

An unusually fair-skinned young man sat in front of him, there was no sunlight at all, and this was inside the grass hut.

Mo Chong smiled again, this time even brighter, revealing Bai Sensen's teeth.

"I only hope you can kill Mo Yang and let him die...... Worse than me. ”

After saying these words, his head fell to the ground strangely, and he rolled in a circle, gurgling, which was the sound of the young man in white sucking blood. (To be continued.) )