Under the sky, a blood-colored streamer broke through the air, flying in one direction at an unimaginable speed.

In the light, it is the ghost slave and Mo Rebellion.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!!"

Mo Wei's teeth were almost crushed, and he cursed with a hideous expression, panicking like a lost dog, his eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness.

This time he came out with his ancestor and father, which Mo Yi tried his best to strive for, originally to use this operation to regain some confidence for himself, and to see if he could get any benefits and opportunities from the Heavenly Fortune Sect, who would have thought that this action that would never fail would end up like this......

"Bai Yunfei...... Bai Yunfei!ah!!"

Mo Wei hysterically vented the resentment in his heart, looking like he wanted to choose someone to eat.

In his mind, imagining the scene of dismantling his 'old enemy' Bai Yunfei into eight pieces, Mo Yi then thought of the young man who appeared out of nowhere and was the same 'genius' as himself, and his eyes showed a thick jealousy.

It's just that he can't compare to Bai Yunfei, there is another peer who is stronger than himself, in the previous ten minutes of battle, he and Li Chengfeng can be regarded as fighting alone without any interference, but what makes him unacceptable is that he can't beat it!

Not only was there no way to defeat the other party, but when he finally escaped, even the most important Horcrux Soul Slayer was taken away by the other party!

That was the strongest magic weapon that I had worked so hard to kill and kill I don't know how many soul masters had 'cultivated'! As long as I gave myself more time, I could even cultivate it into an extreme path magic weapon that was not weaker than the demon heart of Dongfang Ming! But now, ...... But it was robbed by others!

"Ahh

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Mo Yi's eyes were almost bloodshot, and he could only vent with a roar.

Suddenly, Mo Yi's scream stopped abruptly without warning, as if a duck had been pinched by the neck, as if he felt something unbelievable, his eyes were round, and his eyeballs were about to fall out.

"Poof!!"

After stiffening for a second, Mo Yi's face turned pale, and he opened his mouth without warning and spurted out a large mouthful of blood!

His face changed between dead gray and excited flush, Mo Yi's facial features were almost distorted together, his teeth were clucking, and his eyes were full of horror.

"Black ...... Black Dragon ...... Dead?!"

There was blood choking in his mouth, but Mo Yi didn't seem to care at all, his eyes became a little dazed, he subconsciously glanced back, and muttered to himself as if he was distracted.

"The black dragon is dead...... The black dragon is dead! How is this possible! Impossible!"

"Poof!!"

Then, Mo Yi seemed to finally come back to his senses and screamed in horror, but then he spurted out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably.

"Ghost slave! Stop!!"

Finally, Mo Zhi roared and gave an order to the ghost slave. Under his instructions, the ghost slave stopped in front of a mountain cliff, and as soon as Yuan Li rolled up, he opened a three-meter-sized cave in the mountain wall, and then hid in it with Mo Yi.

As soon as he landed, Mo Yi couldn't even stand on his feet, staggered forward and rushed two steps, spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and hurriedly held on to the cave wall and sat down on the spot.

Bursts of unbearable pain came from the depths of his soul, making Mo Yi feel as if his soul was about to be torn apart, and the soul power in his body was even more agitated, and even the Origin Seed showed signs of collapse.

No longer thinking about other things, Mo Yi forcibly calmed himself down and began to exercise pranayama.

The Black Dragon King died, and Mo Wei, who was his contractor, was also seriously implicated, and if it was not dealt with properly at this time, it would even cause irreparable soul damage.

......

As Mo Yi began to heal, the cave fell into a dead silence for a while, but this situation only lasted less than three minutes before it was broken by Mo Yi's muffled snort again......

"Hmph...... Poof!!"

Mo Yi's face, which had just regained its composure, twisted again, as if he couldn't suppress the injuries in his body, and opened his mouth to spurt out a fourth mouthful of blood!

"The black dragon is dead...... The black dragon is dead!"

"I don't believe it!!"

"Why is this happening?!Why is this happening!"

"Bai Yunfei!

"Ahh

"I hate...... I hate it!!"

Suddenly, Mo Yi opened his red eyes, as if he was crazy, and began to roar hysterically!

Go crazy!

He wanted to suppress the injuries in his body due to the death of the Black Dragon King, but he couldn't completely keep his mind calm, and his heart was full of demons, and he went crazy!

All along, or since I met Bai Yunfei, nearly ten years of humiliation, failure, depression, jealousy, and resentment...... Totally erupt at this moment!

"Why...... Why! Bai Yunfei ...... It's all you...... It's all you! Kill you...... Kill you!Die!Die!Fly Baiyun!ah!!"

Mo Yi had completely lost his mind, and countless white cloud flying figures appeared in the crimson vision, he looked crazy, waving his hands, as if he wanted to tear these figures apart.

The demons in his heart are in a chaotic situation, Mo Yi is in an extremely dangerous situation at this time, if someone can help him, it is possible to return to normal, but unfortunately, there is no one who can help him at the moment......

- At the entrance of the cave, there is only a ghost slave who does not move like a sculpture, and he strictly follows Mo Zhi's previous 'orders' and guards the entrance of the cave.

It's just that Mo Yi couldn't find that when his mind was out of control, the appearance of the ghost slave seemed to be a little different from before...... In his originally empty eyes, there was a trace of strange light flickering slightly.

If you look closely, you will find that whenever this strange brilliance flashes, it is when the three words 'Bai Yunfei' are roared out of Mo Zhi's mouth......

Gradually, the strange brilliance in the ghost slave's eyes became more and more obvious, and finally it was completely revealed—it was 'resentment'!

......

Baiyun Fei, Baiyun Fei, Baiyun Fei!

It was a name engraved into one's own bone marrow and imprinted into one's soul! The only purpose of one's existence was to kill this person!

"Ho...... Ho ......"

The ghost slave began to let out a low, suppressed gasp from his mouth, and his rigid face began to distort a little.

Someone promised that he could give himself the power to kill Bai Yunfei, but he obviously felt Bai Yunfei's existence before, but he didn't have the ability to kill him!

Not strong enough...... It's not enough! it's going to be stronger...... You have to be stronger to kill that person!

"Blood...... Blood!!"

The ghost slave uttered vague syllables in his mouth, and all that could make him stronger was the only thing in his mind.

"Poof!!"

Suddenly, a strange sound came from the ghost slave's ears, his nose moved slightly, his eyes shrank slightly, and he turned to look behind him mechanically.

There, Mo Yi was dancing wildly, blood gushing from his mouth.

Blood!

Strength!!

There was a hint of longing in the ghost slave's eyes, as if driven by instinct, he slowly stood up and walked towards Mo Yi step by step.

It's just that after taking two steps, a look of struggle immediately appeared in his eyes, as if there was a voice in the depths of his soul ordering him - not to hurt the person in front of him!

Master...... Master?!

The ghost slave's eyes showed a trace of dazedness again, and his expression seemed to return to his previous Mu Ran.

"Bai Yunfei! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

But at this moment, Mo Yi let out a crazy roar again, which fell into the ears of the ghost slave, but it exploded like a thunderclap!

The pupils of the ghost slave actually stood up and contracted like a beast at this moment, and a shackle in his soul was forcibly broken, making his face more hideous than ever!

"Roar!!"

A beast-like roar came from the mouth of the ghost slave, and his whole person suddenly turned into an afterimage, rushing towards Mo Yi in front of him!

......

"Poof!!"

A slight but piercing sound of sharp objects entering flesh came into Mo Yi's ears, causing his whole body to suddenly freeze in place.

Incredibly, the madness in his eyes quickly receded at this moment, and he regained his senses, but his eyes were full of confusion, and after two seconds of stiffening, he looked down at his chest little by little.

- There's an arm.

However, he only saw his wrist, because the palm of his hand had been inserted into his chest......

Raising his head a little mechanically, Mo Yi saw the hideous face of the ghost slave that was close at hand.

"Ghost ...... Ghost slave?"

Mo Zhi's lips opened slightly, and he made a faint inaudible sound, as if he had finally come back to his senses, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Buzz ......"

Suddenly, a special wave emanated from the ghost slave's body, and Mo Yi's body trembled violently, only to feel that the vitality in his body began to drain wildly.

Blood Soul Dark Arts!

Mo Zhi, who finally fully understood what was going on, at this moment, his expression changed in a thousand ways.

Disbelief, angry, frightened, unwilling, humiliated, dazed, self-deprecating, hopeless......

"I can't help but die in such a way......"

His eyes gradually dissipated, and in the end, the vitality in Mo Zhi's eyes was completely annihilated......

Mo Yi never thought that he would die, if he was given a choice, he would rather die in the battle with the 'old enemy' Bai Yunfei, even if he was asked to imagine thousands of ways to die, he would never have thought that he would die at the hands of the ghost slave in the end.

There was no 'fateful duel', no vigorous bloom, and on the way to escape, he went mad due to the death of the contract soul beast Black Dragon King, and then was killed by his own 'slave', becoming the 'nourishment' of the other party to improve his strength.

-- So ironic.

......

"Smack!"

I don't know how long later, when the ghost slave withdrew his right hand, Mo Yi's body fell to the ground.

The blood was lost, like a thousand-year-old corpse.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret.