Mo Qingyu looked at his depressed appearance, and naturally understood the reason he said, but he couldn't accept it, after all, why did the disciples in the same sect have such a serious hierarchy?

Although he hadn't been in the Spear Valley for a long time, and he didn't quite know if this had happened in the valley, the martial brothers he had seen, or other disciples, were all very trusting and harmonious......

"Well, in that case, then I won't embarrass you, but ......"

"Don't worry, big and big! If there is a lie in the mouth of the little one, you will definitely be killed by those sand monsters when you step into the sea of death!"

After hearing this, Mo Qingyu turned around and left directly, after all, although they had bullied themselves a lot, they still didn't want to kill people after all!

And the disciple of the Fighting Sword Pavilion who was kneeling on the ground, looking at the back of the evil god who turned away, stayed there motionless, and didn't know what he saw.

"Master, senior brother, you said he, he won't come back, right?" Another disciple of the Lotus Cave, although he saw him far away, was still a little unsteady in his heart, and asked him as if seeking comfort.

"Hmm...... He probably won't be coming back, I'm afraid he won't be there again in a while......"

"Uh~ Senior brother, what does this mean? Could it be that he will ......" said this, he couldn't help but look at the door again, and after seeing that there was no one in the shadow, he quickly got up and closed the door, and then looked at him puzzled and said, "Will he die?"

"That's right! Although he is very powerful, there are many people who want his life! As long as you and I spread the word about what happened to him today, it won't be a few days before we can get rid of today's shame!" In the end, the disciples of the Fighting Sword Pavilion had a violent and ruthless look in their eyes! Like a demon crawling out of hell, it made people shudder to watch.

"Teacher, brother, who is he?!"

"Haha, who is he......" said this, looked at each other with a slightly ridiculous look in his eyes, and said: "You don't have to know what he means, just tell others that there is a troop with a gun and a sword!"

"Soldier box, gun and sword......" After hearing this, the disciple of the Lotus Cave couldn't help but muttered two sentences, and as his eyes widened, he seemed to have discovered something extremely frightening, and shouted: "Defected disciple of Gun Valley! Mo Qingyu!"

"Not bad~ If he dares to touch the moldy head of you and my brother today, then he will have to pay a heavy price!"

The two of them said a few more casual words, got up and went downstairs, and after coming out of the inn, they walked to the northeast and southwest respectively, but their expressions were no longer panicked, but they looked very proud and happy......

Although the Sea of Death has the disadvantage of forbidden spirits, no matter what kind of magic is practiced, it will strengthen one's body to some extent, after all, if the physical strength is not enough, I am afraid that before the spell is cast, it will not be able to bear it!

However, it is precisely like this, for specialized martial arts and physical cultivation, the situation in the Sea of Death is the most suitable for them! In this endless desert, not only can they easily defeat cultivators of the same level, but even the higher level will not pose much of a threat!

As long as one does not step above Nirvana and ignores this phenomenon of forbidden spirits, a martial cultivator or body cultivator of the Dan rank can be unstoppable and invincible in the sea of death!

That being said, there are some existences there that even these two types of cultivators have a headache for, and that is the Sand Monster!

As a sand monster that has lived in the Sea of Death for a long time, not only is it tenacious and has great strength, but more importantly, behind them, there is an entire desert as a supply!

After more than three hours, Mo Qingyu, who had left Lanfeng City, knew that he had come to the vicinity of the Sea of Death as the grass and trees along the way gradually became scarce, and he had mixed feelings in his heart when he looked at the endless golden color in the distance.

Because there is a promise of his own, and at the same time, he also has his own future and hope! It's just that he must not be hurt by those who are vying for the supreme treasure of the divine weapon, no matter what the purpose, his life can only be my Mo Qingyu!

With every step on the ground, in the firm eyes, calm as water, as if nothing can make a ripple!

This is also a change after coming here for a year, so that I am no longer the ordinary person who doesn't even dare to kill poultry and watch horror movies......

Lost in the swamp, Gu Mo had been in the tent with Hong Liezhong for six days! It can be said that after returning from Luojia Village, he rarely went out!

There is no other reason, everything comes from, the white-shirted boy who suddenly appeared, and more importantly, his name - Qianguyi!

Although when the demon lord heard this name at that time, he couldn't bear to show a moved look, but his heart was already like a strong wind blowing on the sea!

It's just that except for Hong Liezhong, no one noticed it, but this is not wrong, after all, the time the two of them have been together for almost 9,000 years......

"Lord, do you really feel that the white-shirted boy is him? If so, things will be a little trickier!"

Gu Mo, who was originally confused and fell into memory, first looked at it after hearing the first question in a few days, and sighed helplessly: "Hey~ If it is really him, it is not only a tricky problem, but more of a chance!"

"What?!Could it be that this so-called Qiangu Yi is not the person you speculated?!" Hong Liezhong, although he had already known some of the hidden secrets of the ultimate enemy from the Lord's speculation, but now, it seems that things have changed a little!

"It's him, it's not him, if it were in the past, it would probably be him, but it's so strange to be in front of us so early. ”

"Could he be a maze, to disrupt our speculations, or to coerce us?"

"Oh?" Gu Mo was stunned for a moment, as if he slightly agreed with this point of view, and vaguely had the same feeling in his heart, as if this was not just speculation, but a fact! After thinking about it, he hurriedly said: "You go on, why do you have such thoughts?"

"If you talk about the basis, I think that the Lord already has some eyebrows, but I can't believe it, after all, an existence like him, if he is not seriously injured, how can he care about you and me appearing at the same time?

"You mean!"

"That's right! You also listened to the situation at that time, and the last sentence left! Thinking about it, he already wanted to swallow Mo Xiaozi, but because Chu Xinghai was there, he couldn't find a chance to start for a while. ”

"Well! That's true! And even if his strength is greatly reduced because of that incident, his consciousness perception will not decay after all! As for the last thing he said that there was something at home, he said goodbye first, and I think it was because he sensed the breath of the three of us coming!"

When Gu Mo said that, the two of them suddenly realized at the same time, and their faces showed regret, after all, such a good opportunity that day was buried in vain, and they didn't know how tragic the battle would be if they really started a war in the future, or if they met again......

But for some reason, Hong Liezhong suddenly had another thought, but he saw that the Lord didn't seem to be aware of it, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange, after all, his ability to plan was better than his own, if he didn't notice it, would it be because he was too careful?

However, even if you are shrewd, after experiencing great sorrow and joy, you will inevitably be a little confused, and Gu Mo is like this now......

And Mo Qingyu, who came to the Sea of Death again, did not look lonely and worried like the first time.

More of an excitement, even his eyes were full of fanatical color, as if there were all kinds of benefits waiting for him in front of him!

Squatting down, looking at the lonely grass growing under his feet, looking around, there was no one of his kind except it, like an abandoned child, helpless......

"Xiang'er, the eldest brother has come to avenge you, no matter how powerful he is in Zhan Baichuan now, this time he will definitely let her run her wings......!"

"But the big brother also wants to apologize to you, if it weren't for the big brother, maybe, maybe you can live a few more days, but, but the big brother really wants to help you, who would have thought that it would be like this in the end......"

In this way, Mo Qingyu was alone, squatting there, gently stroking the lonely grass, while muttering constantly, until late at night, he stood up, rubbed his face fiercely, and then walked directly to the depths of the desert!

At this moment, the whole person looks extraordinarily calm, but the footsteps seem extremely firm, as if every step is taken, there is absolutely no possibility of turning back!

Because this time, no matter what, I have to kill that battle Baichuan! First, it is to comfort Xiang'er's spirit in the sky, and second, it is for his own false god body!

However, Mo Qingyu didn't know that the location where he had just appeared was attended by people one after another, and they all stood there staring at each other, as if they were waiting for something......

Bai Suqing in Full Moon City, although as usual, every ten years in the middle of the night, he went to a few restaurants such as the Drunken Moon Pavilion, but this time it was a little different.

As for the difference, let's say that the wine he buys, after all, in the past, it was only three or five jars, but today he bought dozens of jars!

When he looked for another tavern again, he could guess a little bit as to why.

It wasn't until three hours later, when it was almost dawn, that he tiptoed towards his residence, but fortunately, the restaurant had been working day and night, and it did not attract the attention of others.

When he returned to his lodgings, he hurriedly sat cross-legged, summoned the wine he had bought from the mustard seeds, and sent them to the purple and gold pot, counting them carefully, and there were as many as eighty-three altars!

After the last altar was also delivered, he closed his eyes and concentrated, and the whole person gradually became ethereal, and floated towards the pot, but in an instant, the bed was empty, no! to be precise, only a purple-gold gourd of extraordinary quality remained.