This feeling, known as a whim in science, arises when a practitioner has cultivated to a certain level and before encountering something that is closely related to him.

Today, Mo Xuan encountered this kind of situation, and all of them had a whim because there was a cause and effect for him to understand today.

The Taoist who rushed out was the one who had just come down from the mountain a hundred years ago, and the Taoist who held the Eight Treasures Purple Gold Sword that he met in the hollow of Tianyin Mountain also had a fight with him, but at that time, Mo Xuan had no intention of fighting, and he found an opportunity to run away after half of the fight, but this matter always floated in his mind from time to time.

The first battle to enter this world turned out to be anticlimactic, which made him feel uncomfortable, and now, the opportunity to understand has come.

At the same time, the sword in the man's hand knocked the opponent's mace off, and just as he was about to kill the strange result with a sword, Mo Xuan stood up, and his body flickered, and he came to the front of the two.

The Taoist sword stabbed halfway, and suddenly felt a strong force, and he couldn't stab it anymore, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, and looked at it, good guy, the tip of his eight-treasure purple gold sword was pinched by the three fingers of one hand at this time.

Tearing hard, the three fingers did not move, as if the iron was cast there.

"Who are you, why do you want to help this goblin!" the Taoist asked, the man in front of him was handsome, elegant, and exuded a faint fairy aura, he really couldn't figure out what reason he had to help this monster.

"I'm here to learn about cause and effect with you!" Mo Xuan smiled, "Why, haven't you seen me for a hundred years, don't you know me?"

"You're ......!" the Daoist's face changed, "Forgive me for being clumsy, Poor Dao really doesn't remember where he met Your Excellency!"

"Then I'll give you a wake-up call, a hundred years ago, Tianyin Mountain was hollow, do you remember?"

"Tianyin Mountain, trapped in the hollow?!" the Daoist's face changed drastically, "It's you!"

"Finally remembered, I thought you were so forgetful that you forgot about me!" Mo Xuan smiled and let go of his fingers, "The one a hundred years ago, we didn't finish the fight, now, continue, how about it?!"

"Hmph!" the Daoist snorted coldly, "If your subordinates are defeated, they dare to run rampant!" With that, the purple gold sword in his hand danced out nine sword flowers and attacked towards Mo Xuan.

When Mo Xuan saw him, he didn't dodge, and greeted him with an empty hand, you must know that Wumen Xuangong is the most important cultivation body, this Mo Xuan has cultivated the fire Xuanshu for nearly a hundred years, plus the pill left by Zhu Rong and the golden pill in the Laojun furnace, there is a small success from the fire Xuanbody, and the strength of that person is not as good as him, so, after the sword palm is connected, several sounds of sparks and gold and iron resonating burst out, and the Taoist felt a shock in his hand, the golden sword almost took off his hand, and he was shocked in his heart, and he retreated quickly.

Mo Xuanhe didn't go after him, he just stood there in the void, holding his hands on his back, dressed in a Xuan robe without wind, and his long black hair fluttering behind him, "I'm sorry, although you are not a very good opponent, but, this is my first battle in a hundred years, I will take it seriously!"

The man didn't speak, but rushed over with his sword raised.

Mo Xuan's eyes froze, and then there was a crisp sound, before the sword was handed to Mo Xuan, Mo Xuan's palm hit him heavily in the face, and the powerful blow directly broke his neck bone, and without even snorting, the body of the Taoist fell heavily from the air to the ground, and at the same time, from the top door of the Taoist priest, a white light rushed out, shooting towards the southeast direction, which was his Yuan Shen.

Mo Xuan didn't chase it, because he felt that there was no need for that, as soon as his left hand was raised, the Eight Treasures Purple Gold Sword flew into his hand, Mo Xuan looked at it carefully, put the sword away, and then turned around and looked at the three Taoist priests before.

"Why don't you leave, I want to die!" Jin Lingzi looked at the corpse of the Daoist, and then looked at Mo Xuan, did not speak, flicked his sleeves, and flew towards the place where he came.

"Little Demon Zhang Nan sees this king, thank you for saving the king!"

"Zhang Nan, cockroach?!" Hearing this name, Mo Xuan felt a little funny, but he still had that kind smile on his face, "Don't be polite, poor Mo Lingzi, I came here today, but I ended the cause and effect with the person just now, and it has nothing to do with you!"

"But the king saved the little demon after all!"

"You can talk!" Mo Xuan smiled, "If you really want to repay me, then tell me how to go to Tianyin Mountain!"

"Tianyin Mountain?!" Shan Nan listened to Mo Xuan's words, and his ugly face became a little strange, "Are you really the Moling King of Tianyin Mountain?"

"Exactly?!" Mo Xuan said, "What, you don't believe it?"

"No, the king laughed, but now, Tianyin Mountain is no longer called Tianyin Mountain, now Tianyin Mountain is called Donghua Mountain!"

"Donghua Mountain?!" Mo Xuan's face changed slightly, he thought of what Xiao Er told him just now, saying that these Taoist priests were all cultivating in Donghua Mountain, could it be that Yin Mountain was occupied by these Taoist priests that day?

Seeing Mo Xuan's face change, the demon rolled his eyes and said, "Since the king left Tianyin Mountain last time, the Taoist priests of the Huashan Sect have occupied Tianyin Mountain, and set up a mountain gate and a separate courtyard, known as Donghua Mountain!"

"What?!" Although Tianyin Mountain is not really his, but even if he is now the identity of the King of Moling, there are some things that he naturally has to do, originally he wanted to return to Tianyin Mountain, firstly, there is a place to stay, and secondly, it is to better let others believe in his current identity, but he didn't expect that in this hundred years, such a change would occur.

"What is the origin of the Huashan faction you are talking about, why have I never heard of it!" This is the truth, in the memory of the Moling King, there is no impression of this Huashan faction at all, but in the martial arts novels of his previous life, Mo Xuan has read a lot.

Speaking of this Huashan faction, that Zhang Nan obviously showed a look of resentment, "That Huashan faction was originally a big sect in Dongsheng Shenzhou, a hundred years ago, some disciples crossed the sea to come, in this West Niu He Zhou, dedicated to our enemies, for a hundred years, I don't know how many brothers have broken the cultivation, now this West Niu He Zhou has built three lower courtyards, one is the king's Tianyin Mountain, because it is in the east of West Niu He Zhou, so it was renamed Donghua Mountain!"

"If they do this, won't anyone care?!" Mo Xuan asked, knowing that this Xiniu Hezhou is extremely vast, with long mountains and countless monsters, how could such a sect of cultivation be so rampant.

Zhang Nan heard Mo Xuan ask, so he said, "I think the king has been away from this Xiniu Hezhou for too long, and he doesn't know anything, this Huashan Yuan is nothing, but I don't know where he got a magic weapon a hundred years ago, called Haotian Mirror, it is powerful, as long as he is shot by the golden light in the mirror, no matter who it is, he will turn into his original form under the golden light, and his cultivation will be reduced to nothing, and he will be slaughtered by them, so no one dares to provoke him!" He lowered his head and said with a smooth eyebrow, and when he said this, his eyes secretly glanced at Mo Xuan.

But no, it was this sneaky glance that brought him death.

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