”......“

"Did I hallucinate? What did he just say?"

"This white-robed boy, do you want to take the old man's three moves?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it turns out that I'm not deaf ......"

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Wu Moxie stood still, facing the old man's gaze, his heart jumped again, but his expression was very calm, and he couldn't see the slightest retreat. It was as if he was not the one who had just said such absurd words.

"Are you crazy?" Long Liuyi walked out, frowning and said coldly.

Wu Moxie turned his head and said with a smile: "You care about me?"

"Nope. “

Long Liuyi coldly flashed a trace of blushness on her face, and then reined in her emotions and said solemnly: "I hope you know what you are doing." “

From the perspective of ordinary people, Wu Moxie's move is indeed like a madman. In Long Liuyi's eyes, Wu Moxie's doing this was no different from sending him to death.

Obviously, he has a lot of lotus spirits in his body, even if Wu Moxie decisively hands over the lotus spirits, everyone will not feel that there is anything wrong, but they didn't think that he took the initiative to take the old man three tricks, and his brain was broken?

Others may not know the strength of the old man, but Long Liuyi himself has a deep understanding, it is a feeling that can only be possessed from the same master Jingyuan, even if it is just the breath that emanates, it can make people feel heartfelt shock and trembling.

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Wu Moxie smiled lightly, his face was not confident, but it was not forced to smile.

It was a wonderful emotion, a false impression that this was the decision he was supposed to make.

The cold wind wisps, and the several corpses lying horizontally beside the old man in the distance made the hearts of the audience even more uneasy.

Wu Moxie stepped on the blood-soaked soil, quietly waiting for the old man's response, without the slightest panic.

"You...... Are you sure?" the old man muttered for a long time.

"I'm sure. Wu Moxie nodded and said respectfully.

He dared to do this, and there must be a reason for doing so.

Wu Moxie, who has self-knowledge, knows very well that he can't beat the old man's three moves. After all, he is just a spiritual priest who has no cultivation, and he can't even perform soul magic, so far, the combat method he can use is to infuse soul power into his hands, and then use it to stimulate the cultivation of ginseng dolls.

This undoubtedly put him in an embarrassment, and he couldn't even get close to the old man's body when he couldn't cast his soul spell. Unless you use the [Bodha Mudra], there is a very small chance of passing the trial.

But what about the trials that follow?

But Wu Moxie was not willing to hand over the Hundred Lotus Spirits just like that, so many Lotus Spirits were undoubtedly his bargaining chips for the sequence. Now there are not many lotus spirits in the soul ring, and removing a hundred is equivalent to cutting off a piece of meat in his heart.

After patiently observing for a long time, Wu Moxie finally found a clue.

The gray-robed old man in front of him, although his strength was against the sky, he seemed to have a trace of care in his hand.

Although he didn't know what the old man was taking care of, Wu Moxie soon found that in the face of the higher the cultivation, the old man was more considerate of the severity of his attack, and even at Murong Wen's time, Wu Moxie clearly felt the old man's strong killing intent, but suddenly stopped in time after the appearance of the Hundred Dao Lotus Spirits.

This made Wu Moxie puzzled for a while.

Why?

The old man's abrupt withdrawal was not out of pity. Rather, the old man didn't seem to want these people to die here.

The higher the cultivation, the less the old man wants him to die.

Wu Moxie alertly captured this, and thus judged that as long as his strength reached a certain height, the old man would not put people to death.

As for the reason, Wu Moxie didn't want to rack his brains to think about it, no matter how big the conspiracy was behind him, his only goal now was to win the first place in the sequence, so as to obtain his own genus.

At that time, he will be able to truly take the first step on the path of cultivation.

"Interesting ......"

The gray-robed old man's eyes were no longer cloudy, revealing a glint of essence, and the blood in his pupils flowed like a whirlpool.

Wu Moxie's eyebrows moved, as if there was a play?

"It's been a long time since I've met such an interesting junior, okay!"

The gray-robed old man's robe agitated, as if there was a sound of the wind, and his thin body slowly straightened up, standing in front of Wu Moxie, as if he was interested in Wu Moxie's proposal.

"Three palms, if you don't fall down, the old man will count you as passing. “

The old man's eyes were blazing, his face was wrinkled like an old tree, and the blood shadows in the sky were gathered in the old man's body, as if there was a howl of devils crying.

Wu Moxie suddenly felt a thorn in his back, his scalp was slightly numb, and he hurriedly calmed down.

Looking from afar, the gray-robed old man stood more than ten meters away, his palm poked out of his sleeve robe, straightened his robe, and his indifferent hoarse voice came clearly.

"Junior, are you ready?"

Wu Moxie swallowed his saliva, but before he could speak, a mottled blood shadow suddenly swept into his sight, and a violent wave of coercion rushed in.

As if it was a shape-shifting supernatural power, the old man's figure suddenly appeared in front of Wu Moxie, and his dry palm was imprinted on his chest, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"This is the first palm, the old man called it, extinction. “

A faint hoarse voice spread, and at the same time, the earth-shattering power of that palm had already spread rapidly in Wu Moxie's body, like a maggot eroded body. An indescribable heartache spread from his chest, cold, fear, and pain mixed with each other, as if at that moment, the body turned into nothingness, and the only feeling was the boundless darkness and heart-tearing pain.

Wu Moxie's eyes were empty, his expression was still stagnant as before, and only the horror continued to expand in the constricted pupils.

He still underestimated the power of the old man's shot, although he definitely had reservations, but it was definitely not a force that ordinary people could withstand.

His limbs were no longer felt, and his heart seemed to be torn into countless pieces, and the green tendons on his forehead protruded, and the blood vessels were about to burst.

"Damn, stinky boy, you're waiting for me here!" the ginseng doll's angry voice sounded.

It was only after it had been silent that it suddenly realized that the reason why Wu Moxie would take the initiative to pick up the old man was that he had his own source of life in his body.

Now that Wu Moxie's body is like a broken embankment, and all functions are in the process of being scrapped, the ginseng doll can only continuously input a steady stream of life into his body to ensure that the former will not be able to withstand this palm and die.

"Your second uncle, Su Li's grandson wouldn't have been so cunning back then, you're good, I'm really a student transmitter!"

The ginseng doll cursed mercilessly, regardless of whether Wu Moxie, who was at the moment of life and death, could hear it, and scolded Wu Moxie as a bloody leader.

Wu Moxie really didn't hear the ginseng doll's abuse, and even if he could, he didn't have the energy to pay attention to it.

All he had left was the thought of not falling.

This kind of crazy will to the extreme made Wu Moxie's eyes red, but he forcibly held it up, and his body did not fall.

The bubbling source of life flowed in the body, constantly repairing the lost vitality in the body, and finally relieved Wu Moxie.

Wu Moxie's eyes widened, looking at the gray-robed old man who was close at hand, and wiped away the blood that overflowed from his mouth, and his distorted face was actually a smile.

The gray-robed old man's expression finally appeared surprised.

His palm is not an ordinary palm, but the power penetrates into the body to cut off vitality. The white-robed junior in front of him really took his palm, obviously without any cultivation, but he was able to stand and not fall, obviously the meridians in his body were fatally hit, but he slowly recovered at this moment.

It's so strange!

"Little one, do you want to continue?" the old man's indifferent tone changed slightly.

"The old man allows you to repent, hand over a hundred lotus spirits, and give up. “

"Go on!" Wu Moxie did not hesitate at all.

The old man's eyebrows trembled, and he actually had an inexplicable smile, and he could see that the young man in front of him must have something to rely on.

"Interesting, interesting......"