Mo Xie took Killing to the Grass and Wood Hall, wanting to see Cao Luo's situation.

"Elder Darkfire is so coincidental... You're there too...."

The moment Mo Xie stepped into the grass and wood hall, he saw the dark-faced man sitting in the lobby, and subconsciously shuddered.

After all, Cao Luo is Elder Darkfire's favorite disciple, and even in a sense, Elder Darkfire treats Cao Luo as his own son, otherwise he would never let Cao Luo preside over the retraining of the Killing Knife, even if there are no other disciples around him.

And now, the most beloved disciple has his life hanging by a thread, although it was not caused by him, but all this has a lot to do with him, who let him damn Cao Luo to change the tempering method halfway.

"The spirit weapon retraining is complete?"

Elder Darkfire raised his eyelids and said lightly.

"Uh... It's done, it's perfect. ”

Mo Xie's tone was a little stumbling, he could hear the anger in Elder Darkfire's tone, maybe if he didn't have the protective film of his disciple, Elder Darkfire was really likely to beat him up on the spot.

"Bring it, I'll take a look. Elder Darkfire stretched out his hand and said.

"Oh...."The Ink Demon nodded, he pulled out the killing knife from his waist and respectfully placed it in the calloused hand of the Darkfire Elder.

Elder Darkfire carefully looked at the formation patterns engraved on the surface of the killing knife, and then flicked his fingers on the body of the knife, and suddenly a ripple of spiritual power spread from his position, and before the ink evil could react, an unusually unruly voice came out.

"Who TMD just impeached labor and management!

As soon as this voice came out, Elder Darkfire's face turned dark, and then a figure with a bloody pupil tattooed on his back emerged from the killing knife, and his blood-red eyes were full of rebelliousness.

"Hey...."

Mo Xie wanted to stop it, but the moment Mu Zili scolded and scolded, he slapped his smooth head with a headache, and secretly said It's over, it's all over....

It's not good to die to anyone, you want to provoke this brute who is angry....

Time went back to when Mu Zili had just woken up.

"You! you big liar!"

"You bastard! You deceived the feelings of labor and management!"

"Damn! Why did the labors and management go blind and get on your thief ship in the first place! Now they have lost their innocence!"

Mu Zili looked at Mo Xie's smile, how to look at it, how to be beaten, and couldn't help but point to his nose angrily and began to scold.

The disciples next to them were dumbfounded, they had never seen such a thing in their lives... So the machine spirit.

"Uh..... Senior Brother Mo's instrument spirit really has a personality. ”

"The consciousness of this artifact spirit is so high, it seems that the upper limit of this artifact is probably beyond our imagination. ”

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Mo is happy to mention the complete mid-grade spirit weapon!"

Mo Xie listened to it, only to feel that his face was a little hot, he never thought that a person's ass would make him feel ashamed.

Obviously, this machine spirit has turned out the eighteenth generation of his ancestors who scolded him, okay....

"Ahem.... Let's talk about this matter later, after all, now that the matter has come to this, even if you are scolding me, you will not be able to go back to the past. ”

"You TMD scum!

Mo Xie hurriedly grabbed the handle of the killing knife, and regardless of Mu Zili's blushing and thick neck, he directly cut off his contact with the outside world.

After doing this, Mo Xie's ears stopped for a moment.

Since this time, Mu Zili's temper has become like this, and I don't know if it was because he was eroded by the dark spiritual power during the retraining, or if the ink evil really hurt him so much, anyway, every time there was a chance, Mu Zili would rush out and accuse him.

At this moment, the grass and wood hall fell into silence, and all the busy disciples stopped, looking at the dark fire elder with a black line on his face and the strange-looking machine spirit with a strange expression.

"Mo Evil, you big liar...."

Just as Mu Zili suddenly started scolding again, his expression suddenly stunned, and then as if he realized some dangerous aura, his head twisted suddenly, looked at the person who was holding him, and suddenly he began to tremble.

"Dark... Dark... Dark Flame.. Long.. Long.. Old ......"

Mu Zili's tone was stumbling, and his expression was full of disbelief. The whole book

In his world, the ink evil is not terrifying, and it is not far away from him, after all, they are all disciples of the Afterlife Sect, and any title is just a symbol of strength.

But Dark Fire Elder is different, aside from his own strength, just by virtue of his identity as an elder who is in charge of the hall, he is not a figure that an inner disciple like him can climb, even if he is now a machine spirit, but subconsciously he still has not forgotten that he is a disciple of the Afterlife Sect.

"You're not a little daring! You are still the first one who dares to scold the old man like this! And the old man's disciple almost fell because of you, what do you think the old man should do with you?"

Elder Darkfire said very slowly.

"I... w.... I...."

When Mu Zili heard this, he was speechless, but just looked at Mo Xie with a pleading gaze.

"Hey...."Mo Xie talked about his anger with a headache, and then walked to the side of the Darkfire Elder and said in an apologetic tone.

"Elder is angry, why should you be angry for a machine spirit, I came here to see Brother Cao's situation, if there is anything I can help, you can just mention it..."

After speaking, Mo Xie carefully observed his words and expressions, and at the same time, he was ready to hemorrhage in his heart, as long as he could make the Dark Fire Elder not hold a grudge against himself and the Killing Knife, even if he let him give up the token that Kuruo gave him because of this.

"I know that your kid has the token given to you by the sect master, and there are all resources, but the old man doesn't like those things, I just want to know why Luo'er became like this, the old man doesn't believe that he will lose his own spirit and spirit like this in the process of refining the spirit weapon. ”

"The old man hopes that you can give a good answer. ”

As he spoke, Elder Darkfire's hand clenched on the body of the Killing Knife, and it seemed that as long as what Mo Xie said next made him dissatisfied, then he would destroy this spiritual weapon with his own hands, even if it violated his professional ethics.

"Uh... Well, here's how it happened...."

Seeing this, Mo Xie did not hesitate, and gave the Darkfire Elder the full account of what he knew and what had happened without any reservations, among which he only concealed his breakthrough through the thirteenth level of the Blood Condensation Realm and the Ancestral Spirit Root.

Elder Darkfire listened to what had happened expressionlessly, but when the Ink Evil spoke of the strange tremor frequency, his face began to change, and when the Ink Evil said the crucial thirteen times, the Darkfire Elder finally couldn't sit still.

He stood up suddenly, stared at Mo Xie tightly with a pair of godly eyes, and said word by word.

"Is what you're saying true?"

"Of course, all the people present can testify, and the disciple has absolutely nothing to hide. Mo Xie patted his chest and reassured, and at the same time, the disciples who had participated in the heavy refining of spiritual weapons on the side also nodded.

"Retribution.... Retribution..."

The Darkfire Elder sat down on the chair like a deflated balloon, and the hand holding the killing knife was also sent away.

Seeing this, Mu Zi Li didn't care how much the ink evil hurt him, and immediately turned into a red shadow and ran into the hands of the ink evil, and he himself hid in the killing knife and couldn't come out.

"Retribution, Elder, what do you mean by that?"

Mo Xie was very puzzled by the appearance of the Darkfire Elder, in his impression, the Darkfire Elder had always been that reckless type, as if decadence and other negative emotions had nothing to do with him, but now there was such a drastic emotional change for such a thing.

"It's nothing, let's go, and you, since Luo'er agreed to let you enter the Refining Pavilion, then you have to work hard in the future, otherwise don't blame the old man for turning his face and not recognizing people." ”

Elder Darkfire waved his hand impatiently.

"Yes!"

After hearing this, the disciples showed expressions of surprise on their faces, and they responded one after another, and then exited the grass and wood hall like a tide.

Seeing this, Mo Xie had no choice but to retreat with these people, originally as if to ask what the retribution in the mouth of the Dark Fire Elder was, but then he thought about it, this matter seemed to have nothing to do with him.

And judging from the appearance of the Darkfire Elder, I'm afraid it's not a good thing, in case the Darkfire Elder gets angry and destroys the killing knife, I'm afraid he won't have a place to cry.

Walking and stopping along the way, looking at the unique scenery of the Past Life Sect, the mood is very good.

The recovery of the Killing Knife had increased his combat power by at least thirty percent, or even more, although because of Mu Zi Li, it was not so pleasant for him to get along with him.

At the same time, Mo Xie has also mastered Mo Bai's whereabouts, which is also a good harvest, as long as he completes the things at hand and the accumulation of the current realm, he will soon be able to get his own eyes.

In this way, the matter of reviving Zhou Die is not far away.

Thinking about it, he came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the Afterlife Sect, and there was an endless stream of disciples around him, and whenever he saw the ink evil, he respectfully got out of the way, presumably the strength that appeared in the inheritance ceremony at the beginning still had some effect.

After all, there are still a few disciples like Li Zhen who are dissatisfied with themselves.

As he walked, Mo Xie suddenly saw a sneaky figure in the crowd, and whenever he walked into that figure, he would hide far away, as if Mo Xie was carrying some terrifying infectious disease.

"Zhou Chong?"

Mo Xie looked at the back of the man and felt very familiar, and then he thought of Zhou Chong, and a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face.