Mo Ying looked at the shirt and asked, "This old man is so strange, shirt!"

The shirt smiled lightly: "The ghost doctor is a master of the world, pure and natural, and it is also natural to be lonely!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as her words fell, the old man said: "What the little doll said is extremely accurate, since you wake up, leave by yourself, so that I can use your vigorous body to make alchemy." ”

Mo Ying got up and went straight to the courtyard, knelt down towards the ghost doctor, and said, "The junior didn't mean to break into the mountain, but he was really helpless, please forgive the old man!"

The ghost doctor looked at the young man again and said lightly: "No one has ever dared to break into my medicineless mountain, let alone this medicineless pavilion, you are good, I won't kill you, you still ask me for forgiveness?"

When Mo Ying heard this, he said in his heart: "What kind of logic is this stubborn old man, no one can go up the mountain, this is not to blame on my head, and the mountain is not your home!" immediately said: "The mountain is a mountain between heaven and earth, you can live, I should come." Others can't go up the mountain, it's because they are powerless, since I have come up, I won't leave!"

After Mo Ying finished speaking, the ghost doctor put down the small medicine jar in his hand, looked at him and said, "So you are very capable?"

"I didn't say that!" said Murray.

"You are surrounded by snowy mountains and a sea of air, and you are a muddy person, can you still be expected to go to heaven? It's just a little luckier!"

Mo Ying felt a pain in his heart, he had said this to himself for many years, and he had long been numb. Why is this old gentleman still heartbroken when he says it?

Could it be that this medicine-free mountain can't let yourself pass through the snow mountain qi sea?

No, even if you die, you have to try!

Thinking of this, Mo Ying said: "Since I can go up the mountain, please ask the old gentleman to do it!"

"Fulfillment, you can go up to this medicine-free mountain, how can you accomplish?" said the old man's ghost doctor.

"I came up, and you brought it in!" said Moying suddenly.

The ghost doctor was stunned in his heart, and immediately said, "Joke, young man, how could I lead you up? Don't be too self-righteous!"

In fact, the old man deliberately said this, or did he want to see if this son really had understanding? Of course, only he knew this.

Mo Ying replied: "There is no road to the mountainside, and the blue dragon goes and returns, who else is it not the predecessor?

After Mo Ying finished speaking, he suddenly heard a cry like a "cow's roar", and he was shocked in his heart, could it be that this dragon was going to be a monster again?

Unexpectedly, the ghost doctor suddenly shouted: "I am incompetent, how can there be a master in this medicineless mountain? Lan Niu, kill him!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw a blue-blue dragon flying in from outside the courtyard wall made of stones, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the ink shadow.

Mo Ying was in a hurry, his body retreated, and he touched it in his arms with one hand, who expected that the little dark knife was not in his arms, presumably he fainted and let the shirt be collected.

I have nothing to rely on, so I can only bite the bullet.

The ink shadow is fast, and the dragon called the blue girl is faster, and it instantly forced the ink shadow into the corner. I saw him open his big mouth full of fangs and bite down towards the ink shadow......

Yan Yishan stood in front of the Yaolu Gate, looking at the scene that was about to happen, after a trance, he immediately performed exercises, urged the weather vitality, and thought about moving, and in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of the ink shadow.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she stood still, the big mouth that the blue girl bit down suddenly deviated, and she bit the shirt of the shirt, its head flung back, and the shirt was thrown out directly, and it was smashed heavily on the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth.

Mo Ying was shocked and shouted, "Shirt!"

However, before the cry is murderous, it is always so powerless!

The blue girl's bronze bell-sized eyes stared at the ink shadow, bursting out with a blue halo, just for a few seconds, and the next moment, it opened its big mouth again and bit directly at the ink shadow's head......

And the ghost doctor looked at this scene and was unmoved, as if it had nothing to do with him, but in fact it really had nothing to do with it.

If you don't stop it, the next second Mo Ying will be splattered with blood on the spot, and he will die with a whimper......

At this moment, a crisp nightingale cry came out from the medicine reed, which was endless, and the blue girl shook her head suddenly, as if she was a little afraid of this cry, and as if she wanted to keep herself awake enough.

However, at this moment, another howl, a red light and shadow shot from the side, directly hitting Lan Niu's head, and the huge impact force made Lan Niu take a few steps back and shake down.

Seeing this, Moying immediately got up and ran towards the medicine reed, shouting in his mouth, "Red Shadow drags it!"

Just ran two steps, a red light and shadow rushed towards him, the ink shadow looked at it, stretched out his hand to grab it, the beast Teng sword was still in his hand, one settled and turned around, and suddenly exerted force under his feet, stabbing towards Lan Niu is sword.

The speed was so fast, Lan Niu, who was about to be stabbed, suddenly turned around and retreated, turned her head and jumped on all fours, and threw herself out of the courtyard wall.

The ink shadow fell short, and immediately wanted to stab out the peerless "Divine Ink Holy Sword" passed on by Zhuge Wenwu, but the sword shadow had just melted away like an ink painting, and it was broken with a leaf.

Immediately, the voice of the ghost doctor came: "Kid, this Zhuge Wenwu's holy sword move, in the hands of you, a muddy man who has not practiced, is barely visible!"

After speaking, the old man still looked disdainful, and then said: "The Divine Ink Holy Sword has nine sword and nine styles, a total of nine hundred and eighty-one styles, the style is like ink, there are no rules, you can meet it as you like, and you still owe some fire!"

Mo Ying put away his sword and turned around, saluted but said angrily: "Since the ghost doctor knows my master, why is he still so ruthless?"

"That's your master, not my master, mind my!" said the ghost doctor.

When Mo Ying heard this, it was indescribable, and his mind turned, and he wanted to chase after him in the direction of Lan Niu's escape, but the ghost doctor waved his hand lightly, and Mo Ying felt a boundless huge force coming, and directly slapped himself to the ground.

"Presumptuous! It's not quiet yet!" there was a nameless anger in the ghost doctor's voice, and the small courtyard immediately became quiet, his voice seemed to have some kind of magic, and the ink shadow was lying in place like a chicken.

I heard the ghost doctor say again: "The old man just wants to confirm whether the Beast Teng Sword will recognize you as the master!

Mo Ying didn't answer, Yan Yi got up and walked forward quickly, and saluted: "How can the old man test my fifth brother's life?"

The ghost doctor replied calmly and abnormally: "I am a doctor, I don't use people for experiments, what do I use for experiments?" Besides, if he dies so easily, he is not worthy of having this beast sword, let alone being a disciple of Zhuge Wenwu!"

"Do you know my master?" asked Yan Shirt, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, and then turned to help Moying up.

"I said I hadn't seen him for many years, I didn't know him if I didn't know him, I didn't like him!"

This strange old man, speaking and acting too strangely, Mo Ying's heart flashed evil thoughts, and then said: "Since no one has ever entered this mountain, how did the name of the ghost doctor of the predecessor come from? Could it be that it was sent by the Lord of the Netherworld? You still don't like my master, I think my master must hate you!"

After speaking, Mo Ying looked at the shirt, and the shirt shook his head to indicate that it was okay, and the ink shadow was at ease.

Unexpectedly, the ghost doctor looked at Mo Ying calmly for a long time, and said with a long sigh: "You are very evil! The old man's title of ghost doctor is indeed given by Lord Yama! Your master doesn't dare to hate me!"

The shirt stared at him directly, and the ink shadow also looked incredible.

Could it be true that there are ghosts and gods? Believing in cultivation does not mean that he really believes in any gods and immortals in this world, let alone talking nonsense about the Lord of Yama.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, but I believe it will die!"

The ghost doctor suddenly became interested, and felt that the young man in front of him was still a little interesting.

"These are two concepts, how can they be confused?" said Mo Ying.

"Because I died, died and lived, and in the process of dying, I also saved the grandfather of the current emperor!" said the ghost doctor.

This completely subverted the thinking concept of Yan Shirt and Mo Ying, and his face was puzzled.

Yan Yiyi suddenly felt that something was wrong, so he said: "If you die, you are dead, and in the process of returning, you are not dead! Of course, if you don't die, you can save people! Who believes what you made up?"