Mo Chong shook his head and said, "It's okay, take me to see it." ”

Hearing Mo Chong say this, Zhu Qiqi could only agree and lead the way.

The road twisted and turned, and after about a stick of incense, the two of them arrived behind the mountain gate of Gujianmen, behind an inconspicuous hill bag. Zhu Qiqi paused, pointed to the entrance of a hidden cave covered by vines, and said, "The secret room is at the end of this cave. However, the younger generation has not been in, and they only know that from the moment they step into the cave, they may encounter the prohibition of the institutions arranged by their predecessors, and the situation is somewhat dangerous. ”

Mo Chong nodded and said, "Very good." You don't have to go in, just stay here. As he spoke, he swept himself into the cave alone.

The cave is not very large, only seven or eight feet high. Some of the low places are only three or four feet, and people have to bend over to walk. After two or three hundred steps, a bronze gate more than seven feet high with a little rust appeared in front of me.

Along the way, Mo Chong did encounter more than a dozen organ prohibitions. However, these institutional prohibitions are naturally nothing in front of Mo Chong. No matter how powerful the dangerous place Mo Chong was, how could the remaining organ prohibition of such a declining small sect as the Ancient Sword Sect stump Mo Chong? Naturally, Mo Chong was easily cracked and passed.

At this time, standing in front of the bronze gate, Mo Chong exhaled lightly, flipped his palm, and took out the Lei Zhenzi that Ying Tianzheng had given him. The rune prohibition on the bronze gate, Mo Chong has also seen it, and he also knows how to break it. But after this door is what you want to find, so to be on the safe side, try to avoid violent destruction.

Activate the thunderbolt. Touch it lightly on the bronze door. Tiny arcs of electricity immediately spread across the bronze gate. The surface of the bronze gate was originally flickering with faint runic aura. One comes into contact with these subtle arcs. Suddenly they fell apart. After the aura dissipated, Mo Chong stretched out his hand and pushed, and the bronze gate was immediately slowly pushed open with a few hoarse crunks.

The secret room of this ancient sword gate is said to be a secret room, but it is actually similar to a utility room. The secret room is full of miscellaneous items, including materials, ores, crystals, gems, and so on. These things may still have a little bit of attraction in the eyes of ordinary monks of Jiedan. But Mo Chong, who has long been accustomed to seeing big scenes, naturally didn't take these things seriously.

After a few glances, Mo Chong grabbed a few things that looked like scroll drawings and opened them one by one.

"The Water Pattern of the Sichuan?Tongming Sword Technique?Qingxuanzhu Sword Score?Fang Litong?Seven Strings?" Looking at the pictures and texts on the open scroll, Mo Chong frowned more and more, the first few were fine, and the back were all messy things, one of which even looked like some kind of guqin score. This is the secret room of the Ancient Sword Gate? Mo Chong was disappointed.

I rummaged through the contents of the secret room again. Mo Zheng's expression moved, and his gaze fell on an object on the ground. It was an iron plate embedded in the ground. I didn't see it when I was pressed by something before. Now Mo Chong moved things around and looked at them. The pressed iron plate was revealed.

After carefully inspecting and confirming that there were no prohibitions around the iron plate, Mo Chong reached out and grabbed it, and the iron plate opened in response, revealing a diagonal downward passage below, and it turned out that there was a secret room under this secret room.

Mo Chong's eyes flashed, his palm flipped over, and the Eight Desolation Yuan Sword was in his hand, and then his body jumped into the passage.

The passage is not long. It was only a dozen steps diagonally down that it was already at the end. At the end, there was a secret room about the same size as the one above, except that the contents of this secret room were much neatly arranged and spotless.

Mo Chong glanced around, his gaze falling on a picture hanging on the wall in the middle of the secret room. The picture is painted with a large flying sword densely packed. Although it is only sketched with an ink pen, the flying sword is clearly layered from far to near, and it is depicted very well.

'Is this also the sword intent?' Mo Chong groaned slightly. There was not the slightest sword intent felt on the flying sword picture in front of him. However, when he looked up, he felt that there seemed to be something else in the picture, and Mo Chong couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

"Huh!?"

Looking at Mo Chong in the picture, his face suddenly turned pale, and he retreated seven or eight steps in a row, until his back hit the wall, and then he stopped. Just a moment of staring at him, he actually had a sense of being there, as if he was in a picture, and the flying sword in the painting was coming towards him. This feeling was so real that at that moment, Mo Chong even thought that he was going to be pierced by ten thousand swords.

After gasping for a while, the qi and blood in Mo Chong's chest gradually calmed down, and he immediately moved away from the place and carefully looked at the picture hanging on the wall again. As at the beginning, at first glance, the picture was nothing special except for a little attention, but after looking at it for a little longer, the layers of the picture, dense flying swords broke out again, and swept towards him.

This time, although Mo Chong was prepared, he was still taken aback. And since he had his back to the wall, there was no way back. When the flying sword attacked, Mo Chong immediately 'poofed' and spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and the injuries that took a whole night to suppress immediately showed signs of recurrence.

"Whew, whew. ”

Mo Chong gasped for air. After a little half an hour, it calmed down again. Mo Chong looked up at the picture hanging on the wall. The picture has not changed at all. Mo Chong only glanced at it and immediately lowered his head. It was now clear to him that there was a painting of sword intent hanging on the wall. And it was much more powerful than all the sword intents he had seen before. The sword intent that this sword intent can make people feel on the outside has completely disappeared. However, the sword intent artistic conception contained in it can crush any sword cultivator at any time.

With his head down, he walked along the wall to the side of the sword intent, gently removed the sword intent, and put it away. Mo Chong exhaled lightly, grabbed a few more things in the secret room, and turned back.

Outside the secret room cave, Zhu Qiqi was waiting anxiously. It's been a long time since Ink rushed in. That's not a lot of time. But for waiting for her outside, it was a long time. Several times, she wanted to go in and see what was going on. But in the end, I held back. There was no Mo Chong's command. She didn't dare trespass. But what happened to Mo Chong?

"What's the matter?" a faint young man's voice said. Suddenly it came into Zhu Qiqi's ears, Zhu Qiqi was stunned, and when he looked back, he saw Mo Chong walking out of the cave.

"Nope. Senior, are you out?...... inside" Zhu Qiqi said in a low voice. However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a few items thrown by Mo Chong. A few things that Mo Chong threw over, there were materials, ores, and a few books.

"These are ......" Zhu Qiqi looked at the things in his arms, and his eyes were a little surprised.

Mo Chong explained, "These are the things in the secret room. Your previous generation of leaders died in Namkai. I don't know if you still have a chance to recover the token of the head of the secret room. These things are still somewhat useful, so I'll take them out for you. As for the others, don't do it, it's not good. If you can't open that secret room again in the future, you don't have to force it. ”

"This ...... Yes, thank you seniors. Zhu Qiqi was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then bowed.

"Whoosh!"

A green shadow suddenly burst out of the grass behind him at this time, frightening Zhu Qiqi's complexion. It was actually a green snake demon beast that couldn't see how high her cultivation was! Her face turned pale, and she was about to take out her blade. The green snake demon beast that couldn't see how high the cultivation was, had already 'swished' and swooped into Mo Chong's arms. It is the little medicine king snake.

Mo Chong didn't have time to explain anything to Zhu Qiqi. As soon as he saw the arrival of the little medicine king snake, he immediately whispered: "What, there is a situation!?"

"Hiss!

The little medicine king snake let out a few rapid 'hiss' sounds, then turned its head and stared at Zhu Qiqi vigilantly.

Mo Chong heard the hissing of the little medicine king snake, frowned slightly, raised his head and commanded Zhu Qiqi: "You go back quickly, someone from the Monk Alliance is here." Immediately to the mountain gate. You know what to say, right?"

Zhu Qiqi was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then promised in his mouth: "Yes...... Yes! But senior, you ......" Zhu Qiqi hadn't finished his sentence, and when he looked up again, Mo Chong's people had already turned into small spots of light on the edge of the day. Seeing this scene, a wry smile appeared on Zhu Qiqi's face, and then he swept towards the mountain gate with a little foot.

Mo Chong flew all the way. Although the situation behind him is still unclear, Mo Chong has no intention of finding out. The message that the little medicine king snake told him just now was that there were a lot of people who came this time, at least more than a hundred people. With so many monks coming, under the circumstances of unknown reasons, of course Mo Chong would not stay, with his current situation, once he was surrounded, it would be a dead end.

Flying all the way, there were no pursuers behind him, Mo Chong was slightly relieved, and immediately slowed down, took out a blank document, took out pen and ink, and waved a large pen on it. His current identity is one of the three elders of the Ancient Sword Sect. Although it is said that this fake Wang Meng's cultivation is only in the foundation building period, as an elder of a faction, he also has the power to dispatch the disciples in the sect. This kind of dispatch is still very effective until the task is sent down, and it can also pass the city and patrol monks.

After writing an order for himself to go out and buy goods, Mo Chong did not continue to move on, but sank away and fell towards a small hill below. If no one is chasing, then you don't have to run too fast. After all, if you are injured, you will not be able to escape far. It's still important to heal.

Three days passed quickly. Still no monk came this way. This made Mo Chong's heart feel more at ease. This place is only three or four hundred miles away from the Ancient Sword Gate. Even if it is a monk in the foundation building period, three or four hundred miles is just an hour's effort. Since no one has appeared until now, it means that no one cares about him at all. What's more, the marks he quietly left on Zhu Qiqi and Zhu Xi'er also exist in good shape.

With peace of mind, Mo Chong did not mean to change to other places, but continued to stay on the hill to recuperate. The sword intent obtained from the secret room of the ancient sword gate, Mo Chong wanted to take it out several times to study, but in the end he held back. That sword intent is very wonderful, if one does not pay attention, there is even a risk of causing injury, for the sake of insurance, it is better to wait for the injury to heal. However, even if he didn't look at the sword intent, Mo Chong could feel that he was on top of the Eight Desolations Sword Technique, and it seemed that he was a little more hazy and indescribable.

Time flies, more than two months have passed. Mo Chong's injuries have completely recovered, and even his cultivation has improved slightly. During this period, naturally many monks passed by Xiaotu Mountain, but they were all noticed by Mo Chong first, and they stomped over with a hidden aura. Now that his injuries have completely recovered, Mo Chong has no intention of continuing to stay in Xiaotu Mountain, but escapes together and flies towards the direction of the Ancient Sword Gate Mountain Gate.

Everything is the same as in the ancient sword gate. When Mo Chong returned to the mountain gate, Zhu Qiqi was not in the sect. Those disciples in the sect were respectful and respectful to Mo Chong, the uncle who had not appeared for more than two months, but secretly they were disapproving.

For these juniors in the Qi cultivation period, of course Mo Chong will not have the same knowledge as them. But there are still things to know. Mo Chong immediately grabbed a disciple from the sect and came to a secluded place, ready to ask questions.

This Qi cultivation disciple who was caught by Mo Chong was already frightened, and before Mo Chong could ask, he immediately preemptively said: "Uncle Shi is angry! Uncle Shi is angry! The disciple is not a disciple of the Li family!" As he spoke, he poured beans into a bamboo tube and told what had happened in Mo Chong's absence for more than two months.

Originally. In the two months that Mo Chong was not in the Ancient Sword Gate. That Senior Sister Li has already taken all the power in the door. The important positions in the door have also been replaced by her relatives. At this time, the Gu Jian Sect had already become the bag of her Li family. Mo Chong, an elder, no longer has any real power except for his false name. The children of the Wang family and the cronies of the former heads and elders were scattered and assigned.

Mo Chong didn't care much about this. A small ancient sword gate, even if it is given to him, he will still be too troublesome. This will delay cultivation a lot. As for those children of the Wang family, he, Wang Meng, was originally a fake, and he didn't care about the so-called children of the Wang family. Immediately let go of the Qi cultivation disciple who was carried in his hand. If this Qi cultivation period disciple was amnestied, he naturally ran away as if he didn't dare to fly.

"Uncle Wang, the head of the house is invited!" A young man in white suddenly greeted Mo Chong after he walked out of the secluded place.

"Head?" Mo Chong was slightly stunned, and then understood. Oh, it's probably that Senior Sister Li. It seems that the Qi Cultivation disciple just now was afraid that he would be angry with him, so he said one less thing. (To be continued.) )