Mo Zhai took three more slow steps forward, and with a slight turn of his right hand holding the knife, the blade surface immediately flipped over. Under the light of the lights in the building, a cold and dazzling reflection immediately appeared on the knife surface, which was refracted onto Yin Lingzi's eyes impartially.

Under the glare of the reflection, Yin Lingzi squinted, and Mo Zhai was tiptoe, and his body moved towards him, bringing a whirlwind.

By the time Yin Lingzi's eyes widened, Mo Zhai had already deceived himself. On his hideous face, a pair of fierce eyes showed madness and ambition, and the short knife in his hand was also raised above his head.

The next second later, Mo Zhai aimed the short knife in his hand at the Heavenly Spirit Cover of the Silver Spirit Son, and slashed it hard, the knife fell like a mountain cracking a stone, bringing bursts of fierce wind, and together with the cold sword light on the knife body, the Silver Spirit Zi was enveloped in it.

"Just rely on your lackey who kicked away after being used up by Emperor Xudu......" Yin Lingzi, who was not frightened, sneered but did not dodge, just when the blade touched the long hair on the top of his head, his body suddenly turned into a thick gray smoke, moving slowly in front of Mo Zhai, dancing gently.

The short knife in Mo Zhai's hand rolled up a gust of wind and slashed down, splitting the slow-flowing gray mist in two.

The gray smoke moved with the strong wind, spun rapidly in the air, forming unpredictable swirls of smoke before drifting towards Mo Zhai's back.

"The ninth layer of the Divine Retreat. Mo Zhai stretched out his hand to grab the gray smoke, and after watching them slowly flow between his fingers, he was not surprised or overjoyed, and smiled excitedly: "No wonder you have the confidence to dare to oppose the Emperor of Xudu." ”。

After a while, all the smoke was like a spirit, passing through Mo Zhai and condensing half a foot behind him, gradually turning into a human form.

When the gray smoke cleared, the long-disappeared silver spirit child appeared from the smoke again. Unharmed, he and Mo Zhai stood back to back, opened their mouths and said the words that they had not finished before: "Just you, you are also worthy of being the opponent of this king?"

"Then let the facts do the talking. As soon as the words came out, Mo Zhai turned around, his face was not frightened, and he didn't seem to be afraid of his opponent at all.

And the same is true of Yin Lingzi, and then the two ghosts rushed in front of him at the same time, surging towards each other's enemies.

The screaming wind wrapped around the blade and whirred.

Yin Lingzi also shook his right arm, and a broken sword slipped out of his sleeve; this sword handle is jade, the sword body is not more than a foot long, neither copper, iron nor steel, but it is a square without a sword tip, near the top, there are several clear cracks; on the hilt of the sword body, there are many ancient runes, and the red rays of the Dao rise from it, enveloping the entire sword body.

His eyes were fixed on Mo Zhai's silver lingzi, but his hand accurately grasped the hilt of the broken sword that was falling rapidly, and the hilt of the sword was just in hand, and the sound of a dragon's groan suddenly sounded on the sword.

"Absolute Immortal Sword, how is it possible?" Mo Zhai was slightly stunned, his eyes flashing with an incredible gaze, and he looked towards the broken sword that had already been raised by Yin Lingzi.

The arrogance that had hung on his face before was replaced by astonishment in an instant.

On the Absolute Immortal Sword, which had been slashed towards the top of Mo Zhai's head, a dragon roar suddenly came, and Mo Zhai, who could not avoid it, had no choice but to slash across his head, barely holding off the blow of Yin Lingzi.

I never thought that this sword would have a hundred catties of strength, if it weren't for Mo Zhai's previous cultivation, and at this time, he injected his soul qi into the short knife in his hand, and secretly summoned the wind to protect his body, it would never have been exchanged for the result of shaking the tiger's mouth numb, and faintly aching.

The ground around the two ghosts trembled, and the fierce wind rushed towards every corner of the building, blowing out all the lights in the corridor.

Darkness descended immediately, and only the red glow on the Peerless Immortal Sword became more and more prosperous, illuminating the place around Mo Zhai and Yin Lingzi.

"It's ......" Mo Zhai, who was a little struggling, gritted his teeth, sweating like beans on his forehead, and his hand holding the knife trembled slightly: "Wasn't it destroyed by Emperor Xudu?"

As soon as the words landed, there was a small clicking sound on the short knife in his hand. Then cracks appeared on the blade, slowly extending in all directions.

"Emperor Xudu just cut it off, and this king was lucky enough to pick it up. Yin Lingzi sneered, and his arm suddenly strengthened, cutting off the short knife in Mo Zhai's hand with a sword.

said that it was too late and that it was fast, Mo Zhai saw that the situation was not good, so he used his ghostly magic skills and flashed back.

"Boom!"

The Absolute Immortal Sword slashed down, and in the midst of the red mang, powerful sword qi burst out from the sword body, and the ground it hit was torn apart with a huge roar. Then large and small sawdust shot up from the floor, and after a meal in mid-air, they rose up with the sword qi in the sky.

With the red glow on the Absolute Immortal Sword, you can see Mo Zhai, who has withdrawn a zhang back, and the clothes on his body have been cut by the Dao Sword Qi and are in tatters. Through the placket that was broken into rags, I saw that there was an extra blood wound on Mo Zhai's chest that was more than a foot long, and the skin and flesh were turned out.

"Cut!" Yin Lingzi snorted coldly, if it weren't for the fact that the Absolute Immortal Sword had become a broken sword and its power had been greatly reduced, this sword would have made Mo Zhai and Lanyue Lou turn into powder.

Mo Zhai, who was a little frightened, glared fiercely at Yin Lingzi, who slowly raised the broken sword again.

The Absolute Immortal pointed to the sky, and the dazzling red rays rushed up from the sword body with heavy slaughter, smashing the beams and pillars and bricks on the top of the silver Lingzi's head like a broken bamboo, turning it into powder, and then rushing out of the Lanyue Tower, straight up to the nine heavens, and the heavens and the earth changed color.

A dragon roared and roared, resounding from the red mang, and the sound shook for more than ten miles.

In the sound of the dragon's roar, the yin wind gusted, and Mo Zhai's voice suddenly sounded from the Lanyue Tower, and he whispered: "Soul Annihilation!" ......

Ju Mang, who was patrolling in the city, turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw a huge red light in the Lanyue Tower, like a pillar of heaven standing on top of the sky, erected between the Lanyue Tower and the sky.

Where the red mangs passed, a bright red was brought up, and after the white clouds that dared to block the way in the air were all washed away, the sky above Lanyue Tower was also dyed a blood red.

Before he could react, in an instant, a huge golden circle of light appeared in the Moon Tower, and in the midst of the roar, the circle of light was like water ripples, constantly expanding in all directions. Everywhere you go, dust flies and sand flies away. The ghost who was blown by the aperture staggered for a while.

In the blink of an eye, the aperture disappeared again, as if the Buddha had never appeared.

"Not good. Ju Mang, who was barely standing in the gale, chuckled in his heart when the aperture dissipated, and suddenly felt bad, and then, he ran desperately and galloped away in the direction of Lanyue Tower.

I didn't run far, I spread my wings on my back and soared into the sky.

The red rays that shot up before and went straight to the sky disappeared without a trace. Only the shattered Lanyue Tower remained, still standing in place, immersed in the cold moonlight......

Flying to the front of the Lanyue Tower, the sentence fell, but when I saw the magnificent Lanyue Tower in the past, it was already full of holes at this time, and the cold in my chest was everywhere.

The ground around it was covered with rubble and broken wood, the huge roof had long since collapsed, the walls were in tatters, and all the windows were almost empty frames.

Even the granite dragon that has stood at the gate for thousands of years has become the appearance of a different body.

The next second later, Ju Mang was desperate and flew towards the building. When I entered the building, I saw that it was also full of devastation and dilapidation. Under the gravel and wood chips on the ground, you can vaguely see some broken clothes, which must have been left behind by the palace slave in the building after his death.

Standing in the lifeless hall, looking around through the moonlight, I saw that the stairs that should have connected each floor had also turned into a pile of broken wood, and the chill in my heart increased.

He was stunned for a second, then gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, spread his wings and flew down the stairs towards the second floor.

When he came to the second floor, which was also dilapidated, he was even more anxious in his chest. After flying around the ruins and broken pillars, he saw nothing but broken stones and broken wood, and then flew straight towards the third floor.

When he went up to the staircase on the third floor, he saw a moonlight shining down from the broken roof on the corridor in front of him, and the silver spirit child, covered in dust, was lying quietly in the moonlight.

On Yin Lingzi's pale face, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"The King. With an exclamation, Ju Mang flew towards him desperately. Ju Mang fell beside him, and after helping Yin Lingzi up, he probed the other party's snort with his hand, his heart suddenly tightened, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

Although the yin lingzi who was like a gossamer had no external injuries, the meridians of his body had already been broken. Even if the ancient gods were alive, they couldn't save him.

"Jumang, hurry up...... Escape. When Yin Lingzi saw him, he gasped slightly and said, "Escape far away...... Don't, don't ...... again Don't come back. ”。

There was a burst of remorse lingering in his eyes, as early as half a year ago, the ghost mother and Xiao Shizhu had secretly trusted him in the name of the princes and kings, and warned him that Mo Zhai should not be gullible, and let him beware of this soul.

But he laughed it off and didn't take it seriously.

Today, he has finally paid a heavy price for it.

"Who is it? who hurt you like this?" said Jumang, deaf to his words, and roared to himself. Two lines of clear tears poured out of his reddened eyes like a spring.

"Go...... Look for...... Ghost Mother. Seeing him ask, Yin Lingzi had to exert all his strength, raised his right hand with all his might, handed the Absolute Immortal Sword in his hand to Ju Mang, and said with difficulty: "She...... And...... Xiao Shizhu, talent, help me...... Report ......".

Before the word hatred could be spoken, Yin Lingzi's eyes widened and suddenly dimmed. The right hand holding the Absolute Immortal Sword slackened its five fingers.

Ju Mang was stunned, and looked at Yin Lingzi, who was out of breath with his head turned away, and his face changed greatly. In a daze, he hugged Yin Lingzi's corpse and trembled, howling and crying.

The night breeze swept through the dilapidated Lanyue Tower, bringing bursts of sad wails towards the distant sky.

It wasn't until a long time later that Ju Mang held the Absolute Immortal Sword in his hand, stood up and looked to the west, his red eyes bursting with endless anger.