The weather has always been very cold, but feeling the breath around Mo Jiu, you will feel that the natural coolness brought by the weather will be much warmer than that breath.

There used to be a patch of green under his feet, but now it had turned yellow, as if they had gone through the cold of winter.

"You're with a sword, then...... I just have a way to die for you. Mo Jiu said calmly, and his old withered hands flipped through the book condensed by the "scholarly qi" in front of him.

"Go. With trembling hands, he pulled out a page of the book and threw it into the air, and the page suddenly turned into a thousand sharp swords, and the mouth whistled towards Mo Wunian.

These swords are dense and incredibly fast, so fast that even the tiniest raindrop can cut into mist.

Soon, a large area was foggy, full of fog, and the sword shuttled through the dense fog, dragging the long wisps of fairy air elegantly.

But if you are really in it, it is not comfortable at all, the fog is very cold, the clothes are wet, and the wetness is very uncomfortable, and a sword will come out at any time and take your life.

Mo Wunian let go of his spiritual sense and saw the sword hidden in the thick fog. Each one is aggressive, as if it has a spirit, and it is scrambling to fly towards him!

But he was unmoved, his face did not change in the slightest, and Jiucang was already in his hands.

Bang!

A voice sounded abruptly, as if it were ancient and as long as a trickle......

Immediately after, a black sword qi was like a giant whale in the sea, rushing out of the dense fog, and then swallowing all the dense fog into its belly, including the ten million sharp swords, they were more like insignificant dust compared to it.

All was quiet again.

"The two swords of Yan Kingdom a few days ago turned out to be Mo Xiaoyou. Mo Jiu seemed to understand something, and his eyes were full of surprise.

Mo Wunian did have two swords, one sword, he asked Yuan Shen, when the sword qi was thousands of miles away, there was a peace in the Yan country, and the sword qi went west to open a Yangguan Avenue for his father Mo Zhishan.

"Xiaoyou's kendo can really be called earth-shattering!" Mo Jiu praised from the bottom of his heart.

But after this, all his emotions were put away by him again, and the expression on his face was as silent as the sea again. Yin Void Seven Realms, he is already the second realm of Yin Void, and he doesn't take Mo Wunian to heart.

"It's easy for me to kill you. He reached for the book in front of him again and flipped it.

"It's easier for me to kill you. Mo Wunian replied to him lightly.

It didn't show up and then the emotions were in it, but it succeeded in provoking Mo Jiu again, and he turned the pages faster, and casually threw the two pages into the air.

A page turns into a small world, filled with the atmosphere of dead silence, and the chaotic blackness makes it impossible to see anything. A page that shines like the sun illuminates the situation in that small world.

There was no life there, the earth was cracked and yellow, and the ground was full of hunger and wailing...... This world is hell.

It is hard to imagine that this is a technique practiced by Qingzhou's "scholarly qi method", which is famous for its haoranyi. Maybe it's the Fa that is wrong, it's the human heart that is cultivating this spell that has a problem.

"Mo Xiaoyou, it doesn't necessarily mean that you young juniors should learn something, a gentleman is frank, and you must know how to be humble!" Mo Jiu pointed at Mo Wunian, and the smile on his face raised again showed smugness.

"You've read so many books, but by now you've probably only written your own name. Mo Wunian's tone has always been unfazed, and he doesn't even look at the world that wants to confine himself.

This sound very ordinary, but it is the biggest ridicule for Mo Jiu, a reader who has read all his life, he snorted coldly, and looked at Mo Wunian with a cold look in his eyes.

Sting!

It was as simple as cutting through a piece of cloth, Mo Wunian didn't even use any sword qi, like a green fly dotting water with the tip of his sword lightly tapping a few times on that side of the world.

The world turned into two pages of its true form, and the fragments of Huacheng disappeared with the wind.

"Poof!" Mo Jiu spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body was a little unstable, and he almost fell to the ground.

The book formed by his "scholarly qi" is closely related to his cultivation realm, and just now Mo Wunian cut off those two pages at will, but it hurt his deity and damaged his qi and blood. But fortunately, it was only the pages of the book that he had asked the Dao Realm.

But this simple injury also made him fall back to the first realm of yin and void in his current realm.

He finally paid attention to the young man in front of him, he looked at his youth-like clear eyes, but he saw a wisp of vicissitudes, and the charm revealed in it made him feel older than his deceased teacher.

He thought it was ridiculous, and quickly calmed down.

This time, he didn't mean to speak again, and pulled a page from the book in front of him, which was yellowed and wrinkled, more like a page torn from some old book.

This is the technique condensed when he was formed in the Yin Void Realm, called Spring and Autumn.

There is no Jiazi in the mountains, and it is rare to meet the deceased again in the spring and autumn for decades......

His body suddenly straightened, and the wrinkles on his face faded. An old man who was about to die instantly became a young scholar, and the smile on his face showed shyness.

He has seen too much of the hot and cold world, and he originally had a youthful spirit, but time passes, the years are ruthless, hundreds of springs and autumns have passed, and he is a little monk who asks the Tao realm after all.

And what about him, he has become more and more "fair", forgetting his former name Mo Jiulang, and finally attaining enlightenment and stepping into the Yin Void Realm, he has lived as Mo Jiu.

"Hours...... I was the last person I wanted to live. The young Mo Jiu sighed as he looked at the page in his hand.

What is also sealed in the "Spring and Autumn Paper" is the past him, the one who adheres to all the truth.

But...... Fortunately, the ruthless Spring and Autumn years changed him.

"You look like a living person now. ”

"Could it be that Xiaoyou will praise me? ”

Mo Wunian said, and Mo Jiu saw that he smiled shyly.

But soon, Mo Wunian added: "But a dead person should have the appearance of a dead person, don't live as a living person in vain." ”。

"yes...... Compared to my former self, I am indeed a dead man. Mo Jiu was not angry from the bottom of his heart, and then changed his words and said: "I will let Xiaoyou die happily!"

With a gesture of his hand, a ring ruler appeared in his hand. The ruler was full of traces of time, like a mossy staircase, full of spots, which was extremely inconsistent with his youthful age.

Compared with the whole heaven and earth, he is as small as dust, but the light in his eyes can encompass the whole heaven and earth.

He brazenly slapped the ring ruler under his hand, just like the storyteller patted the shocking wood, and in an instant, the wind and clouds moved again, and the heaven and earth became the table under his shocking tree.

An invisible force spread thousands of miles and poured down from the nine heavens.

Boom!

When that power falls, everything beneath it will turn to powder!

Mo Wunian raised the sword in his hand, his facial expression still did not change, and he couldn't even see the slightest tired expression.

A sword aura rose from the ground, like a fierce dragon crawling on the ground, soaring into the air, entangled with the invisible force with the aura of destruction.

The sky also becomes flickering and darkening, making people completely lose the concept of day and night.

But the fierce dragon transformed by the sword qi still broke through the shackles of invisible power and soared above the sky. It is not the sun, and its whole body is transparent and dark, but at this moment the sun will be dim in front of it, not as dazzling as it!

Burst!

Mo Jiu had turned into an old man, spit out a mouthful of blood again, and the aura of the god quickly plummeted to the minimum, and the ring ruler in his hand was also split in half and fell to the ground.

He was dying, and he was really dying.

"The afterlife is terrifying. He was weak and admired from the bottom of his heart again.

Mo Wunian didn't reply to him, he felt that some people were alive, maybe they were dead...... Just like Mo Jiu in front of him.

……

Some are alive and he is dead, and some are dead and he is still alive......