Mo Ling was shocked, because the kind of defensive power emitted by the demon pill was excessively enhanced, so that the Extreme Yang Xuanhuo in his body was also activated.

A burning sensation surged through his body.

However, this is not the most terrifying, when the burning sensation surged all over the body, the rune on his chest cracked and developed a golden light. Instantly suppressed that defensive force.

But at this time, Qin Gongcheng's fist had already reached his approach.

Mo Ling closed his eyes, didn't dare to look at it again, and secretly said in his heart: "It's over!"

"Touching ......"

A wave of air spread out to the surroundings.

The people around were shocked by this air flow and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Bailihua, who was watching the battle next to him, was about to drop his jaw at this time.

In a moment, the sand and gravel gradually fell, the dust dispersed, and only the dumbfounded Mo Ling stood in place stupidly in front of him.

And Qin Gongcheng in the distance at this time, his clothes were spitting blood and looking at Mo Ling in disbelief, his clothes had been shattered into pieces, his hair was messy, where was he still at home, like an old beggar.

Mo Ling lowered his head and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, only to see the imprint of a spell on his chest gradually fade.

At this time, Mo Ling's heart was full of luck, horror, shock, and a little surprise.

What was frightening was that at the moment of emergency, his concentrated strength dissipated instantly, and fortunately he defeated Qin Gongcheng, and what shocked him was that the young man named Wuxiang, to put it mildly, was so strong that the spell he had formed on his chest was so strong. Not only can he suppress the fire of the Xuanyang that can incinerate everything in the world, but he can also defend himself. And what was surprising was that his cultivation had broken through after this blow and had been promoted to a senior martial artist.

Everyone couldn't believe their eyes, including Mo Ling himself.

"This, how is this possible!" Qin Ming, who was lying on the stretcher, exclaimed.

"Don't go over to help the head of the family!" suddenly shouted to the person next to him.

At this time, the surrounding people woke up from their dreams and ran over to help Qin Gongcheng up.

"Lord City, if we have a word first, Xiang Feng will ask you to raise your noble hand!" Mo Ling immediately pretended to be calm and said lightly to Bailihua.

"Hmph!" Bailihua suddenly shook her hand, snorted coldly, ignored Mo Ling and Qin Gongcheng, and left Xiang Mansion with people.

"Dad?" Qin Ming shouted, and then said angrily: "Stinky boy, you remember, as long as our Qin family still has a breath here, we will definitely not let you go!"

At this time, the people of the Qin family, except for Qin Ming, saw Mo Ling as if they had seen a ghost, and they no longer dared to have the slightest contempt.

"Still not leaving?" Qin Ming said angrily to the stunned Qin family.

"Let's go...... Walk ......"

"Let's go...... Let's go......"

The Qin family carried Qin Ming and Qin Gong as if they were thieves, and left the Prime Minister's Mansion quickly.

After taking everyone out of the Xiang family, Mo Ling let out a sigh of relief, if he offended the Qin family and the City Lord's Mansion today, I am afraid that there will be trouble in the future.

The reason why Mo Ling dared to compete with Bailihua was mainly to tell him his attitude, otherwise once he thought that you were a soft persimmon, then in front of him, he would become a lamb to the slaughter.

After the spirit was relaxed, a sudden intense pain and burning sensation struck, as if all the internal organs were about to burst.

Mo Ling rolled on the ground in pain, sweat pouring from his forehead, and completely soaked the few remaining pieces of clothing on his body in a moment.

At this time, Mo Ling found that a faint silver halo appeared in his dantian.

And at this moment, in the night sky, which was originally as black as ink, a bright moon suddenly flashed.

And the halo in the dantian seems to be echoing the moonlight. Gradually, the moonlight seemed to become very distorted, and then it was slowly sucked into the dantian.

Then the extremely powerful spirit element that had been dormant in the demon pill in the body seemed to be summoned, surging violently like a stormy wave, and at this moment, Mo Ling's abdomen was like a balloon, instantly bulging, like a pregnant woman waiting to give birth, and the silver halo became thicker and more dazzling.

A moment later, that spirit element accompanied by silver light instantly surged through the body along the meridians in Mo Ling's body.

At this time, Mo Ling's body was already numb with pain, and he had no strength to do it. He only felt a powerful force trying to take over his body.

Mo Ling couldn't move, his eyes were full of despair, and he felt that he was really going to die this time. The little consciousness that was left was like the starlight in the sky, which gradually dissipated with the whiteness of the fish's belly in the east.

The last Mo Ling only felt a cool breath rise, and then passed out.

When Mo Ling woke up, he found himself still lying in front of the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The pedestrians of all shapes and shapes walked past them, leaving only disgusted eyes.

Mo Ling stood up from the ground, and at this time found that his body had recovered as before.

The only difference is that the demon pill in the dantian seems to have become much larger, and the spirit yuan that lingers around it is even more refined and vigorous.

Mo Ling took a deep breath, and then slowly returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The pain was so horrible that Mo Ling swore that he would never joke with that body again.

But whether it is the Qin family or the City Lord's Mansion, they have already lost face last night, and I am afraid that they will not let go of themselves.

Now that his cultivation has reached the level of a high-level martial artist, then he should work harder.

However, as soon as Mo Ling thought of this, there was a sudden sound of slamming the door.

"Open the door, open the door, open the door?" was followed by the shouts of several people.

"I'll wipe it, it won't be so soon, I'll come to the door again!" Mo Ling said helplessly.

Mo Ling had just opened the door, and he saw several men dressed in the costumes of the City Lord's Mansion staring at him.

"Even if you are so damn virtuous, you can still abolish Qin Ming?" a hardcover man looked at Mo Ling and said with a smile of disdain.

"This eldest prince Qin is too cowardly, he was stunned by a stinky boy!"

The two of you are talking, and suddenly threw a cloth bag on the back of one in front of Mo Ling.

"This is what you want!" said the man in response, pointing to the cloth bag and shouting at Mo Ling.

Mo Ling ignored the two of them, and said secretly in his heart, "What?"

Squatting down, Mo Ling opened the cloth bag, and just untied the rope he had memorized, suddenly a head stretched out.

The sudden scene startled Mo Ling. But when I looked closely, I couldn't help but feel a wave of anger in my heart.

It's none other than Xiangfeng in this bag.

And not a living person, but an almost stiff corpse.

"Third uncle?" Mo Ling cried as he hugged the corpse.

"Stinky boy, there is time to cry, hurry up and hand over the title deed of the Xiang family!" one of the men looked at Mo Ling and said angrily.