The black-robed man sat in the high woods, from where he could clearly see what was happening in the village, especially the courtyard near the east end of the village. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The middle-aged scribe and a few people entered the house, and several villagers happened to pass by, and the two of them were murdered in the courtyard, and the child suddenly returned, and the wind swept away a few useless wastes to the ground.

The middle-aged scribe's escape, the kid's killer against him, the middle-aged scribe's loud cry for help, and so on, all of this happened was seen by him without a drop in his eyes.

But what does it matter?

These wastes were originally sent out to test that kid, if they want to capture that kid, then they can just shoot it themselves, and they don't need to let them lead that kid here.

But now it seems that this little guy is really powerful, and those few wastes have not the slightest resistance in his hands.

However, the black-robed man sat there calmly watching Mo Qing kill them one by one.

It's just a few wastes, and it's time to die, and I won't need them in the future, so it's not bad to let this kid get rid of them at this time, so I don't have to do it myself later.

Although these deaths at this time are not as interesting as watching them turn into dry corpses in front of them, they are not too much of an obstacle.

The black-robed man stretched out a hand, and in the open palm lay a stone that glowed with red light, very similar to the one in the middle-aged scribe's hand.

The black-robed man narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the charming red light, and the whole person was intoxicated.

How powerful this flesh must be!

A distance of tens of meters can make the bloodstone emit such a reaction, and the light emitted by the children who were found by a few people a few times ago is nothing more than this when they put the bloodstone on their chests.

It seems that God treats himself well, and he actually sent himself such a child with such a strong blood power, which is destined to make his skills great!

Staring at the stone in his hand that had become a little hot and glowing red due to Mo Qing's arrival, the black-robed man felt that his happiness was about to soar at the moment............

The heart guard was thrown out by Mo Qing with all his might, and the strength contained on it was conceivable, so the speed was also very fast, and it disappeared in a flash, and in a blink of an eye, it came to the sky above the woods.

It looked like it was about to crash into the woods, but the woods were as calm as ever, without a trace of abnormality, as if it were just an empty forest.

Seeing this, Mo Qing did not relax in the slightest, his eyes were staring at the front tightly, a trace of spiritual power swam in his body, one leg bowed slightly, his body leaned forward slightly, adjusting himself to the best state, and he could make the best response at any time.

The heart shield did not encounter any obstacles, and flew into the calm forest with a 'brush', without bringing the slightest movement, as if hitting the void.

Mo Qing's face changed, and just as he was about to make the next move, he heard a soft sound of 'bang', as if something had been broken.

Then there was black air billowing in the calm woods, and then vanishing.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're getting more and more interesting, and you're able to find out where I am, it's really not simple, it's not comparable to those little dolls who are scared when they see me!"

A strange laugh came eeriely.

With some appreciative voices, a man covered in a large black cannon slowly walked out of the woods.

The man's figure was not very tall, and most of his entire face was covered by a black robe, making it impossible to see the reality.

He stared at Mo Qing as he walked towards Mo Qing, nodding from time to time, as if he was very satisfied with Mo Qing.

Mo Qing frowned, ignored the weird laughter, looked at the black-robed man who came out of the forest, and asked in a cold voice: "Your Excellency is the so-called adult in that person's mouth, right!

Asking questions in his mouth, he shook his hands lightly at the same time, ready to make a move, the moment the black-robed man came out, it gave him a sense of danger, which was definitely not comparable to the middle-aged scribes who were killed by him.

"Yes, yes, it didn't disappoint me, those few wastes were really not wrong this time, the power of qi and blood is very strong, and it is also very pure, and a few wastes are also dead this time. ”

The black-robed man ignored Mo Qing's question, just kept looking at Mo Qing and said to himself.

Looking at Mo Qing's gaze was like looking at a rare object, although he couldn't see the eyes of the black-robed man, Mo Qing could feel a kind of bloodlust, a kind of morbid excitement from it.

The mana in the Moqing dantian was running quietly, and a trace of mana was injected into his eyes, and the black-robed man gave him the feeling that it was very dangerous, so he couldn't be careless.

After the mana entered his eyes, Mo Qing's eyes did not change, and the scene in front of him was still the same as before, without the slightest peculiarity.

However, when he saw the black-robed man, an incredible scene occurred.

The strange man who had been covered by black robes before, under the gaze of Mo Qing's mana-infused eyes, a faint black light appeared all over his body.

The black light is not thick, only a thin layer, but it is very agile and has an indescribable luster.

After seeing that layer of black light, Mo Qing "chuckled" in his heart.

The word Immortal Cultivator suddenly appeared in his mind.

That's right, it's an immortal cultivator!

Because Mo Qing himself also has a flow of brilliance, but it is pale green, and the appearance is looming, far less dense than the light mask on the black-robed man.

This spell was given to Mo Qing by Huang Laoxi, and its name was Hope Spirit. It is the simplest spell, as long as you inject mana into your eyes, there is no difficulty.

The Spiritual Hope Technique is not of much use, and can basically only be used to check whether a person is an immortal cultivator and what level of cultivation he has reached.

Because the immortal cultivator has mana in his body, he can see brilliance appear on his body when he looks at it with the Spiritual Vision.

Generally speaking, the higher the cultivation, the greater the brightness of the aura, so a person's cultivation can be roughly judged from the intensity of the aura on the outside of a person's body.

Of course, these are only effective for most ordinary immortal cultivators, and if they cultivate special spells such as Qi Gathering Duel, it will be greatly discounted.

The black-robed man who walked towards him unhurriedly in front of him had several times the brilliance on his body that was several times that of Mo Qing, which meant that his cultivation was also several times that of Mo Qing.

After this period of cultivation, Mo Qing already has the cultivation of the second layer of the Qi cultivation period, so the cultivation of the black-robed people is at least the sixth layer of the Qi cultivation period!

After discovering this result, Mo Qing took a breath of cool air in his heart, and his face became ugly.

The other party's cultivation is so much higher than him, this is a bit tricky, if one is not good, the little life will be explained here.

Mo Qing, who had already died once, didn't want to taste that taste again.

The damage caused to his relatives by doing so was too great, and whenever the old man appeared in a dream with teary eyes, hoarse and calling his figure over and over again, Mo Qing was uncomfortable to death.

has already hurt one of the closest people, Mo Qing doesn't want to go back to the same old rut and hurt his few relatives now.

In this case, you can only fight hard.

Seeing that the black-robed man's hand was captured, his face was full of excitement, Mo Qing didn't expect this to be good.

In fact, it can't be good. Even if the black-robed man doesn't make a move on Mo Qing, Mo Qing will definitely not give up with him.

was broken into the house for no reason, and the loved ones were seriously injured, if they hadn't rushed back in time, Uncle Moyun would definitely have died. Aunt Li and the others are estimated to be dead.

This made Mo Qing how not to be annoyed.

His own relatives, even if someone else plucked out a hair, he is not happy, let alone hurt so badly, this revenge can only be paid for by blood!

Mo Qing was secretly ruthless in his heart, and his gaze staring at the black-robed man became even more fierce.

Just now, because the black-robed man was an immortal cultivator whose cultivation was much higher than him, the shock had basically disappeared.

The knowledge that immortal cultivators basically don't have much chance of winning when they encounter high-level cultivators is what Huang Laoxie said to Mo Qing.

Because high-level cultivators, not to mention things such as magic weapons, even their mana is much deeper than that of low-level cultivators.

You must know that the terrifying methods of immortal cultivators are basically all relied on mana to be able to be used. Once the mana is exhausted, even a more powerful martial arts master can kill him. Therefore, mana is very important for an immortal cultivator.

In this way, those high-ranking monks have an absolute advantage over low-level monks, and they often win battles.

However, these are all heresies of Huang Lao, and Mo Qing doesn't believe in them very much, because measuring the strength of a person's combat power does not completely depend on the depth of the realm.

The strength of the exercises, the power of the magic weapons, and so on are all a combination of a person's combat power.

"Boy, are you going to follow me obediently, or are you going to let me take you away?"

After a while, the kung fu black-robed man had already walked out of the woods, stopped more than a dozen steps away from Mo Qing, and looked at Mo Qing and said gloomily, with excitement and arrogance in his voice.

Saying this, the black-robed man didn't walk forward, although he didn't put Mo Qing in his eyes at all when he was thinking about it in his heart just now, but in fact, he was secretly surprised by the speed that Mo Qing showed.

He knew his strengths and weaknesses, and at close range he asked himself if he was sure how fast he could deal with the child.

Therefore, when Shang was more than ten steps away from Mo Qing, he stopped moving forward.

After the black-robed man had spoken, he laughed twice, his eyes narrowed slightly, and two hands, like dried chicken feet, slipped out of the wide sleeves of his robe, placed them on his chest, and pinched out a strange seal and said something in his mouth.

Although Mo Qing had not been in contact with the way of cultivating immortals for a long time, when he saw the movements of the black-robed man at this time, he also understood that the other party was casting a spell.

Although I don't know what kind of powerful spell it is, I can't let the other party complete it successfully, otherwise my situation will be even more dangerous.

At that moment, he exerted his strength under his feet, drank softly in his mouth, clenched his fists, turned into a phantom, and rushed towards the black-robed man quickly.