Old Ghost Zhuang wanted to go back, but then he thought that the more powerful Mo Wunian was, the better it would actually be for him, he could kill these two sisters of the eighth layer of the Spirit Channel, then it should be easier for him to deal with others!

So what if Mo Wunian went to kill these Demon Dao Cultivators in a row? After a wheel battle and continuous consumption, could he still be as calm as he is now?

At that time, most of his spiritual power was consumed, and the other demon monks were killed by him, and it was not his old ghost who sat back and reaped the profits!

Thinking of this, Old Ghost Zhuang secretly rejoiced. It's just that I have to say that he took a lot of luck and thought of things in a good direction.

But people are often like this, as long as there is a probability that things will develop in a good direction, when it is profitable, he will have a great luck to try those interests, and even take risks!

It is also at this time that people's previous caution will be infinitely reduced, until they are forgotten!

"Hehe! Daoyou is from a great sect at a glance! It is really a model of a young man who can be called a demon destroyer! It was the old man who showed the hands just now, which made Daoyou smile!" After a quick thought in the old ghost Zhuang's heart, he bared his yellow teeth and smiled stupidly.

The words and lines are full of praise for Mo Wunian.

"I also asked Lao Daoyou to lead the way. Mo Wunian didn't pay much attention to him, and only spit out a few words lightly to him.

"It's easy to say! It's easy to say!" Old Ghost Zhuang smiled happily, and the folds on his face were piled together, as if he was really interested in the "Demon Removal Guardian Dao" that he often hung in his mouth.

It's just that the sky has begun to darken, and it won't be long before the sky will be completely dark, especially the wind and sand have been blowing non-stop, and even those who are familiar with this place will lose their way.

Therefore, Mo Wunian and Zhuang Lao Ghost could only stay for a night in the small attic on the second floor where the two sisters lived in Hua Xiangzai and Ye Youdark.

Mo Wunian also accepted the storage bags of the two sisters by the way, he opened them separately and took a brief look, there were about 1,500 spirit stones, in addition to some of the daughter's underwear, but most of them were light and thin, more like those women who were in the dust.

The attic is also built in an antique style, and the furnishings of the two rooms after stepping into it are mostly like the bronze mirrors, blush, and rouge used by the daughter's family...... Something like that.

The only thing that is out of place is that the screen in the corner is painted with something that makes people look at it intuitively, and it looks vulgar.

I think it should be the boudoir of the two sisters, but it is these vulgar things mixed here, for some men, there is a charming woman, it can really be regarded as a gentle country, which makes people forget to return.

In addition, there was a heavy smell of fat powder, but Mo Wunian felt pungent and uncomfortable when he smelled it, so he still wanted to spend the night in another room.

At the end of the night, the wind had just stopped for a while, but it didn't take long for the "whining" sound outside but the wind started again.

It was quiet outside a moment ago, and the wind suddenly sounded like a resentful woman crying, which made people feel terrible.

So this night, Mo Wunian didn't really sleep, first, he found that except for the room of the two sisters, there were no beds in the other rooms, and second, the wind blew harshly, making him sleepy.

Old Ghost Zhuang didn't sleep much. Although he had lost most of his caution by luck in his heart, there was still something anyway, so he spent most of his time this night on prevention.

He also talked to Mo Wunian without a stubble, but the other party always cherished words like gold, and he didn't come up with any useful information.

And the next day, when the sky was only slightly bright, he called Mo Wunian to kill the demon monk "Demon Guardian Dao"!

And his pace began to quicken, obviously using cultivation, and he simply took one or two steps, but he had already walked a few feet away.

But it's the same, how fast he is, how fast Mo Wunian will be.

In fact, when he acted like this, he was still trying Mo Wunian's cultivation, and he had already begun to calculate in his heart, if he could really know Mo Wunian's cultivation, he would be able to calculate how much spiritual power he would consume after killing those four demon monks.

What kind of spiritual power should he keep to deal with him.

Only this time, his caution has also been lowered even more, and he will no longer look back at Mo Wunian from time to time to beware of him!

Finally, he took Mo Wunian to a place where a demon monk lived, and the leader here was a middle-aged feminine man in a purple robe.

Mo Wunian didn't say a word, and only one sword killed him, frightening all the "ghosts" under his command to scatter and flee!

Zhuang Lao Ghost was stunned again, and his unswerving luck was shaken, but he still secretly said to himself: "He must have used some one-time spell against the enemy, and he will definitely show his feet if he has more times!"

He had also heard that some righteous sects would practice a one-move technique against the enemy, and all the spiritual power of the whole body would be gathered in one move!

Generally speaking, a tenth-layer cultivator who has already laid the foundation will also show some fatigue when he kills three eighth-layer cultivators in succession. And seeing that Mo Wunian was now a calm and breezy appearance, he felt that what he was practicing was similar to this kind of one-trick technique against the enemy.

Without thinking too much, he took Mo Wunian to the next Demon Dao monk's residence.

But Mo Wunian still only used one sword, and he lost his life for convenience.

And then the third place, too. A sword qi erupted from Mo Wunian's sword, directly turning that demon path monk into ashes!

At this time, Old Ghost Zhuang came to his senses, and then looked at Mo Wunian's unfazed expression, but he felt extremely terrifying. He was truly remorseful, and he didn't want to take him anywhere else.

After walking a few more steps, Old Ghost Zhuang began to become out of breath, as if he had exhausted his great energy after rushing down the road repeatedly.

"Daoyou! The next road, the old man is a little inconvenient to take you there, this way is busy on the road, the old man's body is also a little tired, finally old, and then go down with the Taoist...... I'm afraid I'm a drag from fellow Daoists. His face began to show a bit of fatigue.

Speaking of which, killing three Demon Dao monks in a row, it is true that Mo Wunian and him have not stopped for a moment! The distance has also traveled dozens of miles! But what he said is also a bit false!

It's nothing to say this if he is a mortal, it's just that he is an eighth-layer cultivator who attracts spirits, and his qi and blood are decaying, even if he travels dozens of miles, he shouldn't be this panting appearance.

"Uh-huh. Mo Wunian seemed to know his tiredness and nodded to him, but then he changed his words and said, "Then I'll send it to Daoyou." ”。

He said plainly, but the sword in his hand was already pointed at Old Ghost Zhuang.

"What do you mean by Daoyou? It's uncomfortable that you have known that I am a demon monk for a long time!" Old Ghost Zhuang looked at Mo Wunian in horror as if he was a thief.

He found that Mo Wunian's eyes were the same as when he looked at him now as when he was the two sisters of Killing Flower and Night, the same indifferent but indifferent, or maybe the way he looked at him was always the same......

"Fellow Daoist, the old man also told you that I had made mistakes in the past, but that was all in the past! Not to mention anything else, now I can take you to kill so many demon monks, you should be reasonable! Pity and pity me, an old man who is half in the ground!" His voice was hoarse and pitiful, and looking at his emaciated appearance, it made people feel a little sympathetic.

"Reason? I should say it to someone who can speak reason, but I don't think you're that kind of person. Mo Wunian said plainly, but his words were full of unreasonableness.

It is true that as he said, he has always only reasoned with reasonable people, and this old ghost can only know from the bloodthirsty aura surrounding him that there are many people who died at his hands, but has he reasoned with them again?

Seeing that Mo Wunian opened his mouth to be such a "crooked reason", Zhuang Lao Ghost didn't dare to say anything, and his method of killing people with a sword along the way had already made him tremble!

Run!

But at that moment, he also made a decision in his heart, and he didn't know what trick he used, turning into a cloud of black smoke and about to run away!

But Mo Wunian's subordinates reacted faster, and pinched the finger of the flowstone technique in their hands, and suddenly a wall several feet high appeared in the place where the old ghost Zhuang was before, blocking his way to the black smoke.

The black smoke wanted to fly higher, but the wind was strong at a height of more than a few feet, and the smoke was blown away, and after a while, the smoke barely gathered together, turning into a thin old man and falling to the ground.

"Why do Taoist friends have to force each other?" It seemed that after using this technique that turned into black smoke, Zhuang Old Ghost's spiritual power was very good, and his face became a little haggard.

By now, he had lived for one hundred and twenty-six years, and he really didn't want to lose his life, and he hadn't enjoyed enough of the beauty of the world.

Mortals have their own way of life, and monks also have monks' standards, and the two can be said to be people from two different worlds. I am afraid that if he lives, the world will not be beautiful, and there are many innocent mortals who died in his hands!

Mo Wunian didn't listen to his words again, the sword in his hand had already swung out, and the sword qi was in the shape of a half-moon, and the sword had already restrained Zhuang Lao Ghost from going to death!

"No! I'm unwilling!" Like a drowning and dying man, Zhuang Lao Ghost desperately tried to break free from the sword qi, and he even did not hesitate to turn into black smoke again, fluttering like a moth and flying out of the burning flames.

But in the end, the sword qi centered on him and rippled like a wave in the sea, and a large splash splashed and slapped and pressed him in it.

Perhaps, he will regret leading the way for Mo Wunian, and if he doesn't hold the luck psychology that is infinitely magnified by him, he may still have his life......

But so what? Mo Wunian thinks that evil people sometimes should be rectified by people who are more "evil" than him, so he might as well treat the wicked people as evil people!

As for Old Ghost Zhuang, when he met Mo Wunian, an unreasonable "wicked man", then everything was already doomed, no matter whether it was later or earlier......