Seeing that the knot in Moju's heart had been untied, Wang Bo breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hand casually, and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

After saying this, Qi Hu reacted, he almost forgot about his business again, and hurriedly said: "There is a demon king hidden in the capital, and the specific intention is unknown, but many young children have been murdered. ”

As soon as the words fell, Uncle Wang's eyes froze, and he asked, "What's the matter?"

A demon king, how dare he come to his territory to spread wild?

Thinking of this, the aura on Uncle Wang's body stirred, his robe was windless, and his face was also a little angry.

[This is what a top monk should look like!]

Mo Jue could clearly sense the power of Uncle Wang, and a thought suddenly appeared in his heart.

"Let's tell you about this, I also heard it from him,"

I don't know if I'm too afraid of Uncle Wang, Qi Hu was immediately stunned when he saw the latter's posture, and hurriedly shirked it to Mo Jue, anyway, this is also a fact.

Hearing this, Uncle Wang turned his head to look at Mo Jue, waiting for him to explain.

The latter glanced at Qi Hu angrily, and then said slowly: "Here's how it ......"

Then Mo Jue told the ins and outs of the matter, in fact, he almost forgot about it, if it wasn't for Qi Hu to mention it, maybe he would be able to remember it when he wouldn't be able to remember.

After listening to Mo Jue's words, Uncle Wang fell silent, and after a long while, he said, "Is that the little guy dead?"

There was a hint of sadness in the words, but Mo Jue felt an inexplicable sense of disobedience.

Lin Yan's old appearance has never been seen before, and when he reaches Uncle Wang's mouth, he becomes a little guy.

But it's right to think that the monk's lifespan is extremely long, and this situation can easily occur.

Just when Mo Jue was thinking wildly, a wave of spiritual power came from beside him, and Mo Jue subconsciously looked at it.

I saw Uncle Wang condense his spiritual power into an illusory small sword in his hand, and shouted in his mouth: "Go!"

The little sword shot out and went straight into the sky, then disappeared into the clouds.

"What is this?"

Mo Jue asked a little puzzled, Uncle Wang's actions seemed a little inexplicable to him, there was nothing above the sky, why did he suddenly attack?

Uncle Wang looked at Mo Jue for a moment, and asked in surprise: "This is the Flying Sword Legend, you haven't studied it?"

This kind of communication spell can basically be said to be the existence of a rotten street, and if you don't master one or two, you're embarrassed to say that you're a monk.

Mo Jue was dumbfounded by the question, and now you find that you are under Zhang Ziyi's door, and you have not learned a lot of common sense things, and you are patronizing and cultivating. As a result, Mo definitely had a little more than Zhang Ziyi's unreliable cognition.

Seeing Mo Jue's expression, Uncle Wang could guess with his toes that Mo Jue had never learned this kind of spell, so he couldn't help asking: "I said Xiao Jue, what kind of sect did you worship? You don't even teach basic spells?"

Mo could only smile awkwardly, Zhang Ziyi was basically free-range for a few of them, and he didn't care about them if there was no need, let alone these basic spells.

Later, Mo Jue and the others got used to it, and they didn't ask, it is estimated that Zhang Ziyi forgot about such a thing.

"Qi Hu, you come to teach him the flying sword to pass the book, as well as the sound into the secret. ”

After knowing that Mo Jue did not know these spells, Wang Bodang even instructed Qi Hu to teach Mo Jue, although he thought that the latter's sect was a little irresponsible, but this road was still taken by himself after all.

If you help too much, it will make Mo Jue subconsciously rely on him, which will not only have no benefit, but will also make Mo Jue useless if it is not good.

"Great!"

Qi Hu responded happily, and then pulled Mo Jue and left here as if fleeing for his life.

There is no way, the psychological pressure that Uncle Wang gave him is too great.

Mo Jue was pulled by Qi Hu into a wooden house,

The latter sat casually on a chair and said, "Actually, it's very simple to pass the book and the sound into the secret, but the distance depends on the size of your spiritual sense. ”

As he spoke, Qi Hu condensed an illusory small sword in his hand and came towards Mo Jue.

Unlike Uncle Wang Condensation, Mo Jue clearly saw the process of Xiaojian Condensation this time, and Qi Hu Condensation's appearance was very bad, flickering bright and dark, as if it would be dispersed in the next moment.

Seeing that the little sword came to him, Mo never resisted, and let the little sword melt into his mind.

"The distance I can pass now is only a few tens of meters, and it's still very unstable, so don't expect too much. ”

As soon as the little sword was integrated, Qi Hu's voice sounded from Mo Jue's mind.

Then there is a not complicated spell, which should be the recipe of the flying sword.

According to the guidance of the magic formula, the spiritual power in Mo Jue's body gathered in the palm of his hand, and then condensed into a small black sword.

Mo Jue was stunned for a moment, because what Uncle Wang and Qi Hu had condensed was an illusory little sword, and when they came to him, they changed and became pitch black, and there was a trace of sword light on it that slowly swallowed it.

Seeing this, Qi Hu hurriedly stood up and quietly took a few steps back, while looking at the small sword condensed by Mo Jue with vigilance.

He couldn't figure out how a good communication spell could become a murderous weapon in Mo Jue's hands.

If this thing is stuck in the brain, it is more likely to be killed on the spot, and what news does it send?

"What's wrong?

At this moment, Mo Jue asked ignorantly, in his eyes, the small sword he condensed was clearly no problem.

"You disperse this first, and show me once in the condensation!"

Qi Hu thought for a moment and said, the tricks are all the same tricks, and if there is no reason, it will be different, and it must be caused by something.

Looking at Qi Hu's cautious appearance, Mo Jue could only disperse the small sword in his hand according to the other party's wishes, and at the same time mobilize spiritual power to condense another one.

This time, Qi Hu's attention was all on Mo Jue, and his spiritual sense was also concentrated together, not letting go of Mo Jue's every move.

Soon Qi Hu understood what was going on with Mo Jue, and saw that the spiritual power that Mo Jue had just mobilized was not black, but blue, and there was a moist feeling when he looked at it from a distance, which was the unique color of the spiritual power condensed by the water spirit root.

Before Qi Hu could doubt, a touch of pitch black poured out from the palm of Mo Jue's hand, and in an instant, it wrapped the aura that Mo Jue had mobilized, and the speed was so fast that Mo Jue himself didn't even notice it.

This time, Qi Hu focused all his spiritual sense on Mo Jue to find the clue, but when he was about to shout to stop Mo Jue, Qi Hu found something else.

That is, the small sword condensed by Mo Jue had become completely black at this moment, exuding bursts of cold air, and even the dust in the air was frozen, but Mo Jue didn't seem to notice it at all.