"And what proof do you have?"

Ling Songzi said nervously, and with his words, the strength in his hand increased a few points, until Xu Mo's Lian turned purple and blue, and he couldn't stop tightening his hand.

Some of the old people in the audience couldn't bear to step forward, wanting to persuade Ling Songzi, but they were glared back by Ling Songzi's fierce gaze.

When he turned his head and saw that Xu Mo's face had changed from purple blue to inky black, he quickly let go of his hand, and threw the immortal technique "rejuvenation" on Xu Mo's body with a flick of his hand, and his complexion immediately returned to normal.

Turned over and crawled on the ground, panting heavily, very embarrassed, Xu Mo kept panting like this.

After a while, he raised his head and looked at Ling Songzi and asked suspiciously, "Why didn't you kill me?"

Who knows, Ling Songzi smiled slightly, and said very kindly: "Good, tell me, the whereabouts of your body can avoid unnecessary pain!"

Xu Mo, who still had a glimmer of hope just now, is now looking at Ling Songzi with a dark face and depressed, it turns out that this thing has always wanted to find out the whereabouts of my body, and he is really a thief!

After waiting for a while, Xu Mo was still silent, and Ling Songzi asked impatiently, "Do you really want to feel the pain just now?"

When Ling Songzi's very unbeaten voice came from his ears again, Xu Mo couldn't hold back any longer, mustered up the last strength and raised his hand and slapped him in the face.

Immediately after that, a strong force was transmitted to Xu Mo's body, and the body flew out upside down, and the wall of the hotel was also hit by Xu Mo, and his body rubbed against the bluestone paved road, and he slid for a long time before he hit a wooden stake and stopped.

A long blood stain, mixed with a lot of flesh foam and bone residue, is daunting.

Glancing at Xu Mo who fell to the ground, he took a step forward, and came to Xu Mo in an instant, Ling Songzi kicked twice casually and said, "Boy, I know you're pretending to be dead, don't pretend, it's boring." ”

Seeing Xu Mo motionless, when Ling Songzi wanted to kick a few more times, a colorful and gorgeous light appeared in the sky, and the white clouds converged together, constantly rotating and retracting.

A black swirl black hole was condensed, and from it came a peerless figure, which burned flames of various colors, to be exact, flames surrounded him.

The huge coercion spread throughout the world, and in the blink of an eye, that peerless figure stood above Ling Songzi's head.

"Rule: Burn Silence!"

There was a hint of anger on that knife-like face, and he stretched out his fingers slightly, and the void pointed at Ling Songzi's avatar and spat lightly.

When he first saw that figure, Ling Songzi thought it was an illusion, but when the figure approached to use the power of the law against him, he realized that this was not an illusion, this was the person's essence, and he was mortal.

There was an illusory flame burning on his body, and Ling Songzi laughed wildly: "Okay, you Xiao Yan, your body is mortal, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to go back?

"Noise!"

"Humph!"

Spit out two words, plus a cold snort, Ling Songzi disappeared inexplicably.

Turning his head away from looking at the empty bluestone pavement, Xiao Yan turned his head to Xu Mo who was lying there, probed the side with his immortal sense, and then nodded, looking at Xu Mo lying there with great satisfaction.

"Get up, I beg you to join my Dou Zong, and someone will come to pick you up later. Xiao Yan said solemnly, without a trace of discussion in his words, it seemed so condescending.

After speaking, he didn't see Xu Mo responding, and he was not annoyed, with a wave of his hand, the wounds on Xu Mo's body were like grass that had been in the rain and dew for a long time, healing quickly, leaving no scars.

Xiao Yan sighed lightly, glanced at Xu Mo, and knew in his heart that he would definitely go to his own sect, not for anything else, just stand up for himself.

It didn't take long for the pitch-black hole in the sky to slowly heal, and Xiao Yan didn't say anything more, and dodged in.

After he left, a disciple of the Dou Sect arrived soon, and the disciple looked at Xu Mo who fell to the ground and said secretly: Could it be that Taizu is talking about him, why is there no fluctuation of fighting spirit on his body.

How can a person who has not even reached the affinity with the fighting spirit revitalize the sect, Taizu Mo is not making fun of our juniors!

I thought about it a lot, but I couldn't think of anything about Xu Mo that could be valued by his Taizu, so he shook his head lightly and muttered in a low voice: "What am I thinking about here! How can I question Taizu's old man's decision?"

Throwing out all the thoughts in his head, without thinking too much, he pulled up Xu Mo, who had fallen into a coma, and reported back to Dou Zong.

......

Time passed, and in a flash, a few days passed.

In Douzong, in a courtyard, there are many weeds, and there is a half-dead old locust tree.

In the house near the old locust tree, a childish young man slowly opened his bright eyes, and at first he was puzzled by everything around him.

There was a decaying table with a rusty oil lamp on top of it, a quaint book, and a bed of straw haphazardly placed underneath.

In the room, there is also a swaying window, which constantly emits a "crunch, creak!" sound.

With the sound from the window, Xu Mo recalled Xiao Yan's last words, the meaning of which was self-evident, that is, he wanted to win himself over, but what was there for him to win over?

I really couldn't figure it out, so I simply didn't think about it, stood up with one hand on the bed, walked to the table and picked up the book, walked to the window, looked at the slightly lonely courtyard, sighed lightly, shook my head, turned around and walked slowly towards the door with the book.

What I saw was an old locust tree, and there was a dusty stone pier under the shade of the tree, Xu Mo walked forward slowly, wiped it back and forth with his palm a few times, and then sat on it.

Only then did I carefully look at the book, the writing was yellowed, and it said 'Douqi Cultivation and Application', and there was no other font and information, so I opened the book, and it introduced some precautions for meditation and breathing.

Shaking his head, he turned to the second page, which showed the cultivation method of the first layer of the Dou Master, so he turned a few more pages, and the cultivation method of the eighth layer of the Dou Shi was recorded.

Closing the book, his eyes closed, and soon his eyes suddenly opened, and the corners of his mouth lifted a smile and said with satisfaction: "Interesting, the fighting spirit is cultivated in this way, the power of the strong physical body, the amazing power of magic, are all contained in it." ”