The cold light flashed, the lightning flashed, the ink dust hit the smoke and the charm, and life and death were all between a sword.

The sword light is like lightning, the sword wind is like thunder, its urgency is unguardable, and its momentum is incomparable.

In the void, there seemed to be a long dragon, carrying a fierce and incomparable thunder domineering, and went straight to the heart of the Gongting Pavilion.

The distance is too close, two zhang away, Gong Tingque has not even fully recovered from the meditation, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a peerless sword, piercing into his eyebrows point by point.

"Boom!"

A destructive force burst out from the sword, and in an instant, beyond Mo Chen's expectations, the eighteen treasure flags were shattered by the shock, and the vision in the sky collapsed.

Gongting lacked a hundred tricks to spill blood, and the fragile meridians that had just been cured collapsed again, and the entire life was only one or two, unless there was a holy medicine to bring the dead back to life, otherwise within a moment, he would die violently on the spot.

The public pavilion is lacking, hate, monstrous hatred, pain, and heartache.

If it weren't for the fact that he was seriously injured, how could he have ended up like this?

These eighteen treasure flags are the treasures of the smoke capital, and they have the power to communicate with heaven and earth and turn the vision of heaven and earth into the source.

Gongting Lack originally wanted to rely on the power of his majestic divine sense, slowly cultivate here again, and rebuild the previous realm.

Before his cultivation was lost, he was the power of the Permanent Realm after all, as long as he had enough spiritual elements and had previous experience to pave the way, it would not be difficult to return to the Permanent Realm.

But Mo Chen's arrival made him panic in his heart, and the power of his extreme tricks disrupted the teleportation circles in all directions around him, who could guarantee that Mo Chen was the only one who came down by chance.

At this moment, if a monk from the Spirit Realm appeared, he could take his life in an instant.

Therefore, the public pavilion was ruthless, and directly strengthened the origin power of the eighteen treasure flags, so that the power of the treasure condensed the behemoth spirit yuan of heaven and earth.

It's just that if you do this, you need to put all your mind into the treasure flag, and the realm that you have cultivated in this way is easy to have an unstable foundation, and there is even a danger that your cultivation will decline.

What's more, after such a strong urging to the treasure, after the matter is completed, the treasure flag will not exist, and several mysterious powers in the flag will also turn into ashes.

But what does the public pavilion care about, under the invisible pressure, his life will not be guaranteed, let alone so forward-looking.

But it was precisely because of this that he invisibly stepped into the trap of Mochen, so that when Mochen was strong and the power of thunder soared into the sky, he could wake up, and he did not do any decent resistance.

Gong Ting was unwilling, his hands trembled and clenched the blade of the sword, letting the blood flow, using his last trace of clarity, and condensing the immeasurable divine consciousness into a fierce knife in front of him.

With the power of tangible and intangible divine consciousness, the condensed knife actually made a "buzzing" sound, as if the public pavilion lacked the last roar, which was absolutely unimaginable.

Mo Chen looked at it, and when the knife trembled, there was faint blood overflowing, as if there was a terrifying bloody aura.

In the past many years, the people killed by Gongting Shortage, whether good or evil, the residual resentment and thoughts seem to be inside, and there is a faint evil ghost howl, shaking the heart.

This kind of evil, even if you close your eyes and close your five senses, you can feel the endless killing intent and resentment on the knife.

Because he has endless killing intent and endless evil thoughts, he can control this butcher knife, not be controlled by the knife.

Gongting is not only making this last sword, but also releasing the vicious demonic thoughts in his mind at this moment, wanting to defile the divine consciousness of the ink dust.

"Hahaha! Let's die together!" Gong Tingque roared with all his might, his face vicious, and he laughed wildly in hatred.

Knife out, attack kill, last knife.

The terrifying explosion began to spread out from the center of Mo Chen's eyebrows, there was no earth-shattering explosion, no earth-shattering impact, but the vast and endless spirit elements around were wiped out, and the barren tower where the two of them were suddenly turned into a vacuum, and it slowly recovered after a few breaths.

This is the horror of the Blade of Consciousness.

But it didn't take long for the hideous laughter of the public pavilion to stop abruptly.

"Impossible...... No way...... How are you still alive. Looking at the clear ink dust in front of him, Gong Ting couldn't believe it, such a fierce trick had no effect on the ink dust at all.

He wanted to say something, but the flame of life finally dissipated, and the hand he had just raised hung down weakly, with endless resentment and incomprehension.

Mo Chen cast a cold look at Gong Ting, there was no extra move, he could condense such a demonic sword, this kind of person was not worth sighing.

Slowly pulled out the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow and kicked away the corpse of Gong Tingque.

With a light swing of the ink dust horizontal sword, a thunderbolt swam away the sword body, burning the sticky blood at the same time, and burning the body of the public pavilion, leaving only the Nahuan on his hand.

Mo Chen dipped his divine consciousness into it, and the divine consciousness that Gong Ting lacked also dissipated with his Dao, and there was no obstacle at all, and the entire Nahuan was explored in a moment.

I saw that in addition to the hundreds of earth-level spirit stones, there were only four items left in the ring.

A smoke capital public level talisman, a book of exercise cheats, three human skin masks, four beans.

It seems that this pavilion is also in the realm of running out of oil and drying up the lamp, otherwise how could the power of a permanent realm contain only these items in the ring.

It's a pity that the eighteen treasure flags were destroyed by the lack of power of the Gongting Pavilion, and the treasures that can condense the visions of heaven and earth are afraid that there are few in the entire Shenzhou.

Without hesitation, Ink Dust directly transferred all the items in the ring to his own ring, and then looked ahead.

The public pavilion lacks the original place to sit, and there is an antique jade box.

The jade box is one foot long, half a foot wide, heavy and cold to start, its upper and lower sides are engraved with mountains and rivers and blue birds, one side is engraved with the sun, moon and stars, and the runes of the bird seal are written around the box, which is quite elegant.

Mo Chen carefully pulled open the lid of the jade box, and a disgusting stench immediately permeated it.

Unprepared for a moment, Mo Chen was choked with tears, and hurriedly waved his palm, and the wind swept by, blowing away the terrible stench in a blink of an eye.

Frowning slightly, Mochen endured his disgust, pulled off the lid of the box, and after seeing the things in the box clearly, he let out a low cry in amazement.

In the rectangular jade box, there is an arm placed upright!

The arm was broken at the root, and the crack was flat, apparently cut off by a divine weapon.

Mo Chen looked closely, and found that the flesh and blood on his arm had long since dried up, and the blue-black skin had shrunk and lacked lustre, and was dry and attached to the bones of his hand.

The ink dust head is as big as a bucket, and the target of this public pavilion is obviously this antique jade box, and it is no surprise that the purpose of the barren tower is obviously to guard this jade box, but he has not figured out what this arm is used for and where it comes from.

After thinking about it for a while, the sound of "dong dong dong" wooden fish sounded, and Mo Chen decided to simply ask the wooden fish spirit spirit to ask for an understanding.