The more Mo Jue thought about it, the farther he went, and recalled all the things that had happened since he met the white-clothed immortal elder.

It felt like he had stepped into a very strange situation since he stepped on the path of cultivation.

A lot of inexplicable things came out of his mind, and before that, Mo Jue didn't know that his memory was blocked.

The words of the black pupil Mo Jue deepened his doubts a lot, so what is the thing he is unwilling to face? This question has been lingering in the depths of Mo Jue's heart, lingering.

Even the days in Yangliu Town are very strange in retrospect at the moment, Mo Jue has only recently discovered, only a few people can remember, such as Uncle Wang, the old gentleman who taught, Lu Hu, etc., and the rest of them seem to be covered with a layer of fog, so Mo Jue can't remember the appearance of those people no matter how he thinks about it.

When he arrived at Jianfeng, Zhang Ziyi told him again that he was the legendary son of prophecy.

At first, Mo Jue also felt that Zhang Ziyi was teasing him, until another self appeared in his body: there was only one clue in the prophecy, that is, the son of prophecy walked with extreme cold, and the appearance of black pupil Mo Jue was every time he used the intention of extreme cold as a means of attack.

So Mo Jue is also a little suspicious....

The more I think about it, the more chaotic it becomes, and reality is like a tangled thread that cannot be unraveled, but it cannot be roughly cut.

Mo Jue suddenly woke up from his thoughts, a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his head, he had been thinking too much about it just now, and the aura conveyed into the Qingxin Jade was broken.

Fortunately, Mo Jue was a little used to this feeling at this time, but he was just immersed in his thoughts and didn't notice it.

"Don't want to, come again!"

Mo Jue exhaled a breath of turbidity, cheered himself up, and then quietly perceived everything around him while his calm state of mind had not faded.

This time, Mo didn't think about what he had or didn't have anymore, so those noisy voices came to his mind again.

Unlike before, this time Mo Jue was mentally prepared, his thoughts scattered, and he didn't pay attention to the sounds.

In his perception, a little glimmer of light began to emerge, constituting a distinct world, different from the black and white world perceived during the forging period, this time Mo Jue could clearly perceive all the movements around him.

If I had to describe it, the black and white world before was a static picture, with only Mo Jue's attention focused on one place, and that place would turn like a gear.

But this time, it was as if he was looking at this place from above, and even a fine speck of dust floated behind him, and Mo Jue could perceive it clearly.

"Is this the monk's third eye, a strange image..."

Mo Jue remembered what Hu Anping said, and muttered in his mouth. A sense of excitement rose in my heart, I didn't expect it to come to fruition so quickly.

Standing up excitedly, Mo Jue took out the black cloth and walked to the chain, blindfolded himself, and took a deep breath and walked up.

Obviously, Mo Jue was already a little impatient.

I had heard Fan Wenxuan mention earlier that the Mortal Realm needed to condense the aura and store it in his own dantian, transform it into spiritual power, and then condense it to a certain extent before he could break through to the next realm, but Mo Jue had never even seen the shadow of the exercises now, let alone looked inside.

He had only heard Zhang Ziyi say that his strength had reached the middle stage of metamorphosis, but he didn't practice the exercises, and he couldn't even do it internally, let alone summon his spiritual power, so he didn't know to what extent the spiritual power in his dantian had been condensed.

Stepping on the chain, Mo never panicked for no reason, because he was blindfolded, so he couldn't see the road ahead at all, and a thought kept echoing in his mind: If he fell, would he die?

That feeling just now was gone, and no matter how much Mo Jue tried, his spiritual sense seemed to be missing, and he could no longer perceive everything around him.

A breeze blew, raising his hair, and his breathing began to rapid, and his heart became more and more flustered, and the fall from the chain became clearer.

Secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, Mo Jue still didn't suppress the fear in his heart after all, and retreated from the chain.

Tearing off the black cloth and seeing that I had only walked a few steps on it, when would I be able to complete the journey?

Mo Jue thought so. I was also deflated in my heart, and I didn't know what to do for a while.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Jue had been on the edge of this chain for a whole day.

A crimson fiery cloud hung above the sky, and the breeze that blew through it also brought a hint of coolness, which was a sign of the night.

Mo Jue lay casually on a piece of grass, his eyes empty, and he didn't know where his thoughts had drifted.

The whole day passed, almost nothing was gained, and many attempts were made, and the best one was only a fifth of the way through.

Yimo's current physical fitness is also feeling exhausted.

The main thing is that he is still distracted, although he is assisted by Qingxin Jade, but the more he goes to the back, the more irritable he becomes.

"I don't have a clue!!

Mo Jue, who had a lot of thoughts in his heart, slammed his fist on the grass, as if this could dispel the depression in his heart.

Just when Mo Jue was bored, a smell of wine wafted in the wind, Mo Jue followed the taste, and Fan Wenxuan walked from the direction of the courtyard with a pot of wine.

"Drink. ”

Fan Wenxuan walked over to Mo Jue and sat down, handing the wine to Mo Jue, for him, there was nothing that a pot of wine could not solve.

Mo Jue sat up, took the wine jug with a smile, and said, "Wen Xuan, why are you here?"

Now Mo Jue will no longer confuse Fan Wenxuan with the 'Fan Wenxuan' in the dream, but the title has never been changed, and Fan Wenxuan also looks like he doesn't care.

The latter didn't answer Mo Jue's question, just sat there quietly, although Fan Wenxuan was not good at words on weekdays, Mo Jue's recent changes could still be seen.

Mo Jue was also accustomed to Fan Wenxuan's appearance, smiled and lifted the wine jug and took a sip, then handed the wine jug to the other party, stared at the clouds in the sky, and said no more.

Fan Wenxuan naturally took it, raised his head and poured it violently.

The two sat like this, neither of them spoke, but there was an invisible tacit understanding, as if they were born like this.

It didn't take long for a pot of wine to enter the stomachs of the two of them, Fan Wenxuan stood up, slowly pulled out a knife from his waist, and said, "The name of the knife is 'Destroy the Evil', come to fight." ”

In fact, when Zhang Ziyi gave the spirit soldier to Fan Wenxuan, he didn't choose a name, this 'evil extermination' was obviously taken by Fan Wenxuan himself, and he also deliberately relied on the names of Mo Jue and Qin Dang's weapons.

Mo Jue looked at Fan Wenxuan, who had a cold face, and was stunned.

I was drinking and drinking well just now, why did I suddenly fight against each other?

Seeing Mo Jue's puzzled look, Fan Wenxuan said again: "Draw your sword and come to fight." ”

Fan Wenxuan said, the battle intent in his eyes rose, from the day he met Mo Jue, Fan Wenxuan seemed to be suppressed by Mo Jue everywhere.

When the Dao edge was closed, Mo Jue faced dozens of people with his own strength, and he could only be taken away by Qin Dang.

Recently, in the battle of Hong Shoucheng, most of the disciples of the Cloud Sword Sect knew that Mo Jue had just stepped into the mortal transformation with the strength to kill two evil cultivators of the same realm.

And Fan Wenxuan only has the name of a first-class genius, although he doesn't say it, he is inevitably a little unconvinced, this invitation to fight is also to see the gap between himself and Mo Jue.

Seeing Fan Wenxuan's serious appearance, Mo Jue also felt that the other party was not joking, but really wanted to fight with him.

Mo Jue grabbed the terrifying sword beside him, stood up silently, and said in a low voice, "Come on..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in mid-air, and Fan Wenxuan actually slashed straight at him.

Fan Wenxuan has become an assassin since he was a child, and all he has learned is the tricks of killing, this knife is extremely ruthless, if it is implemented, Mo Jue will be seriously injured at the lightest.

Mo Jue was helpless in his heart, so he could only dodge sideways, raising a foot to force Fan Wenxuan away, at this moment he didn't even have time to pull out his sword, how could he fight with Fan Wenxuan?

However, Mo Jue also understood that Fan Wenxuan was following the path of an assassin, so how could he remind him before making a move.

From here, it can be seen that Fan Wenxuan and Mo are by no means different in that he regards the present as a real battle.

If not, he won't be able to see anything at all, as for what if he hurts Mo Jue? Fan Wenxuan won't worry about this, in his opinion, the current Mo Jue is much stronger than him.

In fact, Fan Wenxuan really didn't know that the strength of Mo Jue did not belong to him, strictly speaking, it was either the sealing chain, or the help of the Black Pupil Mo Jue.

He personally went into battle, but he was at the level of a miscellaneous soldier.

said that it was too late, and then it was too fast, Mo Jue kicked out and went straight to Fan Wenxuan's waist.

In battle, when you seize the opportunity, you will stab the opposite side in the waist, which is the transit point of human strength, as long as you are injured, you will take the initiative.

This was said by Zhang Ziyi when he was teaching a few people, although the tone was very casual when he said it, and it looked unreliable.

But Mo Jue knew that Zhang Ziyi would not joke about these things related to the lives of his disciples, so he kept it in mind.

This kick was fast and ruthless, Fan Wenxuan didn't dare to despise it, and hurriedly put away the knife and stepped back.

Mo Jue seized the opportunity, and the Evil Sword suddenly came out of its sheath, drawing a trajectory in mid-air, and headed towards Fan Wenxuan.

The latter's eyes froze, and he raised his knife to meet it.

"Ding~"

The swords collided, and there was a sound of gold and iron resonating, and the two of them were separated with a touch, relatively silent.

Fan Wenxuan condensed Mo Jue and moved his body, Shi Cai was just a warm-up for him, but he also tested Mo Jue's strength above him, and his fighting spirit was even more serious.

And Mo Jue saw the battle intent in Fan Wenxuan's eyes, and a wry smile crept up his face.

It seems that this exchange will not end for a while.

Thinking of this, Mo Jue tightened the Evil Sword in his hand, took a deep breath, and rushed towards Fan Wenxuan.

Fan Wenxuan licked the corners of his mouth and greeted the guest with a knife.

Both of them were thinking about the same sentence in their hearts: strike first is stronger...

In the past three years, the two have not had such a discussion, and they have long been accustomed to it, and they have not left any affection at all.

It's a little 'game' between the two...