There is little cold wind, and the night light is just right.

There are countless questions in his heart that can't be answered, Mochen is a little bored, and the reason for his madness is that he hasn't thought about it for a long time.

I had no choice but to shake my head, scratch my head, and throw these to the back of my head as before, and the boat was naturally straight to the bridge.

Shaking off the boredom in his heart, Mochen sat on the bed again, meditated on his exercises, and continued his practice.

But only a few hours later, in the middle of the night, Mo Chen felt that all the tricks around him shrank suddenly, and the inexplicable cold invaded his body and made him shiver.

"Boom" sounded the body protection Lei Yuan operated naturally, and one after another enchanting thunder snakes swayed enchantingly to protect the boy.

Mo Chen suddenly woke up from his meditation, which was a warning omen, the ability to know the sea after penetration.

The power of the demons is coming, and there are fierce people who have set foot in them!

Qingxu Sect's position, how can it be dangerous?

Mo Chen's face changed, could it be that something happened to the trapped demon bamboo shoots?

But before he could fully recover his senses, a terrible howl and roars rang out from outside the tent, and almost at the same moment, the tent collapsed, flying sand and rocks, and swords scurrying around.

A delicately dressed red-haired old man full of sleepiness, holding a disciple of the Qingxu Sect who only had half of his body left in his right hand, dragging him quickly, while grabbing Yongyiyi's neck with his left hand, pushed her hard across the ground, and pounced on Mo Chen!

The disciple of the Qingxu Sect was obviously dead, and the strange thing was that his expression was smiling, obviously before he sensed anything, he was instantly attacked and killed by the red-haired old man, and even the expression on his face was frozen at the previous moment.

And Yong Yiyi was also covered with injuries at this time, her eyes were closed, and it was unknown whether she was dead or alive.

The red-haired old man saw that Mo Chen had no nonsense, his half-closed eyes glared at him, and Mo Chen only felt a strong light in front of him, and thunder roared in his ears.

Just raise your eyes, and your eyes will be thunder!

Talisman Lei Yuan shattered ten thousand ways, Mo Chen had already been alert, and he had already taken precautions, and in an instant, his divine sense penetrated into the ring, took things, resisted, stepped on his legs, and fell backwards and flew away.

The cry of pain sounded, hoarse and terrible, like the wail of a wolf whose front paws had been severed, and although the cry was extremely painful, the actual injury was not serious...... The blue illusory umbrella covers the whole body, and the power is canceled by the magic weapon.

The magic weapon of the emperor's family, the thunder umbrella, is made from the topmost treetops of the Tianyin Quenching Thunder Tree in the secret territory, and the ordinary double thunder system can be resisted in disorder, not to mention this small earth-shattering thunder.

Shouting as if he was going to die at any time, he fell heavily and ruthlessly, just to eliminate the other party's vigilance and widen the distance between him and the red-haired old man.

"Huh?" The red-haired old man was a little unable to see through the strength of the ink dust, the thunder in his eyes reappeared, and he flew the incoming sword, but his left hand still did not let go, and Yongyiyi, who was pinching, was full of redness: "What a mysterious exercise, open the sea of knowledge, but the cultivation is the spiritual light realm, eat me with a thunder in the eyes, but only hurt the flesh and skin, what realm are you? What kind of wonderful method do you cultivate?"

From the perspective of its own realm, ink dust is still a spiritual light realm. But according to the public opinion of the cultivation world, the sea of knowledge has been opened, and the true yuan is through, which is obviously the standard for completing the corpse dog realm, and if you look for this calculation, Mo Chen should be counted as a cultivator in the corpse dog realm.

The peculiar thing is that the red-haired old man has used the thunder in his eyes twice since he destroyed the ink dust tent, and each time he uses it, there will be green and tender grass breaking through the soil in the desert under the old man's feet, and the growth is fast, and it is not obvious once, and after the second use of the thunder, the red-haired old man is already full of flowers and plants, full of green.

Mo Chen took in these strange conditions, and was naturally silent in the face of the old man's questions, at this time the tent had been destroyed, and he stared into the distance, surrounded by shouts of killing, howling in pain, and the sound of gold and iron striking.

The trapped demon bamboo shoots in the distance have been shattered into countless small pieces at this time, countless sword flowers, and water blooms are shining, obviously the entire Qingxu Sect station has fallen into chaos, everyone is in danger, and if you want to save Yongyiyi, you can only rely on yourself.

Time was pressing, and Mo Chen regained control of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Sword, carrying the Huanghuang Ink Thunder, and attacked the red-haired old man's left hand.

There was a burst of thunder, the sword was cold, but the red-haired old man was smiling, only slightly leaning and taking a wrong step, and it seemed that he had easily avoided several attacks by the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Sword.

Seeing that Mochen didn't speak, he didn't mean to be angry, and pointed to the flowers and plants under his feet while dodging: "It's an interesting child, but it's a pity that he went astray and went the wrong way." Look at the ground under my feet, do you think there is another mystery?"

Without Mo Chen's answer, the red-haired old man continued: "My Fa is the law of the gods, which contains the creation of heaven and earth and the mysteries of nature, so there will be a full vitality. ”

"Let go of Senior Sister Yong!" Mo Chen shouted angrily, seeing that the flying sword was useless, he immediately turned his palm upward, condensed several thunder spears, and threw them violently at the red-haired old man.

The red-haired old man's smile remained unchanged, and he let go of Yong Yiyi and the half of his body, his body retreated sharply, his palms were folded, and a round black magic seal was instantly formed.

The law seal is weird, and as soon as the Huanghuang Thunder Gun comes into contact, it turns into wisps of green smoke and disappears.

Mo Chen was shocked to see it, and the red-haired old man showed a faint smile, and his tone was still kind: "My name is Chimu, the inheritance of the true god, enter my door, be enlightened by me, return to the right path to see the real world, receive the law of the gods, and step into the real road of sealing immortals, okay?"

Mo Chen ignored it, hurriedly rushed to Yongyiyi's side, and pushed away half of the corpse, fortunately Yongyiyi still had a breath, and the red-haired old man did not kill him.

Mo Chen took a slight breath and began to talk to the red-haired old man: "What do you like about me? You want to take me as an apprentice so much? Do you know that your cultivation is really okay in the outside world, but if you compare it to my master, it is very bad." ”

He has a demon spirit position karma map, a demon spirit inheritance, and a holy law Xuangong, no matter how you say it, he can be regarded as half a saint apprentice, if this red-haired old man is compared with the saint, it is indeed a little insufficient.

The red-haired old man smiled and said again: "There is a teacher, no matter how strong it is, it is still a mortal's cultivation, there is really nothing to say." But your master, who can teach such an interesting disciple and master such interesting exercises, will want to meet him when he has the opportunity in the future, and if he can, I will also accept him. ”

Speaking of this, the words paused, and Akame blew lightly.

The three zhang square circle in front of him suddenly 'messed up'.

There is no wind, not flying sand and stones, no law, not spiritual agitation, chaos is light, moonlight, starlight, fire beads.

Formless and substantial, the light that can be seen and touched is suddenly disordered by the red eye, and the colorful colors are stripped away, and it is beautiful for a while, but only the blink of an eye is brilliant and full The light turns into pale silk, withering and breaking inch by inch!

The three-zhang realm lost its light and became thick and dark.

The ultimate darkness, dark and empty, devours everything.

Akame looked at the terrible darkness, his eyes were bright, and he was sincerely happy.