Halfway up the Tianxian Mountain outside the sky, in a brightly lit hall, a middle-aged man in a gray robe sat above, Jiang Jianqiu, Mo Yuli and the ghost-faced man stood in the hall, while Mo Danfeng was lying on a bench on the side, still unconscious. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The tall gray-robed man is the head of the Mo family, the father of Mo Yuli and Mo Danfeng, and the patriarch Mo Bufan. He frowned at the moment, his face was sad, and he seemed to be in a very bad mood.

The turmoil in Central Continent, the return of the 100,000 ghost army led by the ghost marshal, the sudden outbreak of the war in the Seven Kingdoms, and the song of the dynasty are ready to move, all of which seem to be intrinsically linked, but people can't catch the clues, and now what Mo Yuli has brought back is a bunch of bad news.

Yitian sacrificed himself to seal the ancestral dragon, although it saved Zhongzhou from a catastrophe, but it also made Zhongzhou lose his backbone, and Mo Yi, the ancestor of the Mo family, appeared in a hurry, making Mo Danfeng's life hanging by a thread now.

And Mo Yi pointed out why he let this Jiang Jianqiu come to the Mo family?

Mo Bufan looked at Jiang Jianqiu, pondered for a moment and then asked, "Jiang Jianqiu, where is your teacher?"

Jiang Jianqiu looked at Mo Bufan, bowed and said, "I am a disciple of the Huaishan Sect, and my master is Ling Nanzi. ”

"Ling Nanzi......" Mo Bufan's body shook slightly, a trace of shock flashed in his eyes, and the ghost-faced man standing on the side also moved slightly, but he was covered by a mask on his face, so that people could not see the change in his expression.

Ling Nanzi was one of the Seven Saints during the Demon Tide Rebellion, and was bewitched by the Japanese Emperor in the Battle of the Seven Saints, and fought with Mo Linglong, so he was also a little suspicious of the Mo family.

After Mo Bufan pondered for a moment, he turned his head to look at the ghost-faced man on the side, his eyes were not shocked, and he seemed to nod slightly, Ling Tiannan's apprentice, let it be handled by the relevant people.

"Now that the door of creation is about to be opened, our whole clan must focus all our attention on taking care of the gate of creation, after all, this gate is in charge of the life and death of all things in the world, and it is also related to the ascension path of the monks of Middle-earth. ”

Mo Bufan frowned and said: "Danfeng, he is like this, I can't do anything but sink him into the cold pool first, protect his body from damage, and then take care of it slowly in the future." ”

"Young master's injury, I have a way. The ghostface suddenly spoke from the side.

The other people were all shocked when they heard this, Mo Bufan looked at the ghost-faced man, his face was full of surprise, and he said in a deep voice: "How could you, do you plan to ......?"

The ghost-faced man nodded at Mo Bufan, and said in a deep voice: "Everything has a cause and an effect, and what belongs to the Mo family, I will return it to the Mo family after all." ”

A complicated look flashed on Mo Bufan's face, and he looked at the ghost-faced man and said, "Thank you for the past thirty years......

"I'm just acting according to Linglong's last wish......" The ghost-faced man's voice was calm, he walked up to Jiang Jianqiu, who was dazed, and said in a deep voice: "You take the young master, come with me." ”

Jiang Jianqiu's face was full of inexplicability, but in the end, he still picked up Mo Danfeng and walked out of the hall with the ghost-faced man.

Mo Yuli also wanted to follow, but was stopped in place by Mo Bufan, and Mo Yuli asked strangely, "Where is Uncle Ling taking them?"

Mo Bufan looked at the figure outside the door that was gradually moving away, shook his head and said, "This is their own family matter, so they can solve it themselves......

Jiang Jianqiu carried Mo Danfeng on his back, followed the ghost-faced man all the way, and walked along the mountain road zigzags for a long time, and came to the front of a valley, surrounded by mist, thick as substance, and faintly seemed to have a wailing sound coming from the valley, which made people feel a little chill.

The ghost-faced man stood in front of the valley, turned to face Jiang Jianqiu and said: "This is the soul abyss, the people of the Mo clan are buried here after death, and the soul does not enter the six reincarnations, but merges into the gate of creation at the bottom of the valley, and strengthens the seal on the gate with the power of the soul." ”

Jiang Jianqiu couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this, the Mo clan guarded the heavens and the heavens all their lives, and even their souls had to be sacrificed to strengthen the seal after death, which was too cruel.

"Of course, those souls did not die, but were absorbed by the Gate of Creation, entered the other side of the gate, and wandered endlessly in the realm of the outer law......" The ghost-faced man's voice gradually deepened, as if he was a little sad, "Among them, there are also exquisite souls......"

Jiang Jianqiu felt that the name Linglong was also a little familiar to him, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it, and how could he feel like he couldn't remember anything in his brain today......

The Ghostface was silent for a moment, as if adjusting his mood, before his right hand slashed across his waist and drew a dull sword, the blade dark and rusty, holding inconspicuous in the Ghostface's hand.

Jiang Jianqiu's heart jumped suddenly, for some reason, this sword made him feel a great danger, like a poisonous snake lurking in the shadows, it will make the deadliest attack on you before you know it.

"Put the young master aside. The ghost-faced man said lightly, "Draw your sword, let me see how strong his disciple is." ”

Jiang Jianqiu hesitated, put Mo Danfeng aside, and then walked back to the field, looked at the ghost-faced man and said, "I have no reason to draw my sword against you." ”

"Reason...... The ghost-faced man looked at Jiang Jianqiu, and there seemed to be clouds and mist floating in his eyes, "A few days before Ling Nanzi died, I once went to the Huaishan Sect and pierced his chest with this sword, although it was not a fatal injury, but I had nothing to do with his death, is this reason enough?"

With a soft roar, the pale fire sword came out of its shell, and bursts of golden light emanated from the blade, reflecting Jiang Jianqiu's face gloomy as water, "What you said is true?"

The ghost-faced man moved slightly at the moment, and whispered, "Sword intent...... I see, so the Great Wilderness Sutra should also be on you?"

"Try it yourself!" Jiang Jianqiu's figure moved, and the fire sword turned into a golden rainbow and rushed towards the ghost-faced man.

The ghost-faced man did not move, waving his wrist, the pitch-black rusty sword slashed through a semicircle in the air, and Jiang Jianqiu, who rushed forward, suddenly stopped, as if he was blocked by something invisible, and stopped directly in place.

Jiang Jianqiu let out a low roar and took a step to the side with all his might, and then a low friction sound sounded in the air, and where he stood before, a sword mark more than a foot long suddenly cracked on the ground.

Jiang Jianqiu stood on the side and was shocked, what kind of spell this was, he couldn't figure it out at all!

"Spectroscopic fixing, as long as there is a shadow, the shadow bearing sword can capture your body and launch an attack in the shadows. The ghost-faced man said lightly: "With the cultivation of the Ziyuan Realm, you can dodge this sword, it seems that you feel very sensitive, and your explosive power is also good." ”

Jiang Jianqiu's heart was beating wildly at the moment, the ghost-faced man with the sword just now obviously didn't go all out, otherwise he was now afraid that he would have been dead on the spot, this weird sword, with his almost void spiritual power, in the previous battles, only Yin Wuya, the lord of the song, had brought Jiang Jianqiu this terrifying feeling.

Yin Wuya is the domineering that destroys everything, while the ghost-faced man is as thin as a sharp edge, and the invisible killing machine is magnified.

Sweat dripped from Jiang Jianqiu's forehead, he looked at the ghost-faced man with the fire sword in his hand, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you?" (To be continued.) )