The man in black nodded again, slowly closed his eyes, and said, "En." There you go. This, Mo Chong's body, bring it back to me to see. I want to know what kind of exercises he is practicing. For a person like him, if there is something, he will definitely carry it with him. ”

"Yes. Bao Qi bowed in agreement, and walked backwards out of the room. As soon as he walked out of the room, Bao Qiren immediately walked towards the VIP hall where Mo Chong had just received, although he was already seventy or eighty percent sure that Mo Chong would leave, but he still had to confirm it with his own eyes and make plans again.

At the same time, outside the Flame City, in front of the Ghost Gate Cave Palace. The big man in Tsing Yi guarding the ghost gate cave looked up and down at a yellow-skinned young man in front of him, and said, "There is no problem with the pass. But I said, boy, you are only practicing the cultivation of the eighth layer of qi, and when you enter the ghost gate, it is more auspicious than lucky. It's better to listen to me, go back and practice for a few years first, and this pass won't be invalid anyway. ”

The young man smiled and said, "I also know this, in fact, I am also walking around the door, after all, I have been cultivating for more than ten years, and I haven't even seen a ghost before, so I'm curious." ”

The big man in Tsing Yi shook his head and said, "Yes." You must go in, as you please, but I'll tell you first, if you have any accidents inside, no one will save you. ”

The boy said, "Yes, yes." I'll be careful, thank you big brother for the point. ”

Seeing that the young man insisted on going in, the big man in Tsing Yi didn't bother to do more, raised his hand, threw the cyan spirit talisman in his hand back to the young man, and at the same time made way of the entrance to the palace. The young man caught the cyan spirit rune, thanked him again, and walked towards the colorful light curtain. I only heard a soft sound, and the upper half of the cyan spirit rune in the young man's hand suddenly disappeared, and the young man's person was also teleported into the colorful light curtain at the same time that the upper half of the cyan spirit rune disappeared, and it was no longer visible.

This yellow-skinned young man is naturally Mo Chong who hides his true cultivation. Now that he has obtained a mask that can be disguised, and he has learned that he is being rewarded, in this mixed city of flames, he naturally refuses to show his true face again. Of course, Mo Chong did this just in case, after all, Flame City is just a small city, and the monks in the foundation building period often don't come for a few days or ten days, as for those Qi cultivation period monks, with Mo Chong's strength now, they naturally won't take this kind of guy in their eyes.

Inside the palace, the ghost gate hole is still the same, a huge, bottomless black pit. However, at the edge of the pit, you can see a newly built iron chain ladder, extending to the depths of the pit. This iron chain ladder was probably added by the Rong family gang, and on the edge of the pit and around it, you can also see some newly planted ghost grass, yin spirit stones, yin wood and other things, and even many human and animal bones. These items have spiritual light on them, which is obviously blessed with a ban to prevent them from being taken away.

Ghost grass, yin stone, and yin wood are all helpful in nourishing the yin spirit, and the bones of living beings, if they contain resentment before death, may even breed new ghosts in this environment. Mo Chong looked at these things and nodded, somewhat understanding why this place was obviously the junction of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and the Tianshu Sect, but it was occupied by the Rong Family Gang.

The ghosts in the ghost gate cave are nothing to the monks of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, but in the eyes of the monks of the Tianshu Gate, who are good at controlling the demon souls to attack the enemy, this is undoubtedly a treasure trove. However, no matter how many ghosts there are in the ghost cave, there will always be a day when they will be caught. Tianshumen prides itself on being a famous sect, and it is naturally not good to learn the way of demons and cultivate souls like evil cultivators, especially in order to cultivate new souls, and let living beings die with resentment, which is even more disgusting. Therefore, the Rong family gang occupies the ghost door hole, and it is a matter of course. On the surface, they occupied the ghost gate, but in fact, they just acted as helpers for the soul cultivation of the Heavenly Book Gate.

"Forget it, what agreement does the Rong Family Gang have with the Heavenly Book Sect, or the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and it has nothing to do with me, what do I want to do so much." Mo Chong shook his head, did not continue to think about it, but his figure flashed, and he floated down towards the big pit of the Ghost Gate Cave. He came to seal the soul, and as long as there was a soul to seal, he didn't care about the reason.

'Flicker, flicker. ’

As soon as he fell four or five feet, Mo Chong saw a fluttering wandering spirit, appearing from below. As soon as Mo Chong saw it, he immediately recited words in his mouth, and then five fingers and one mouth, and shouted loudly: "Disease!"

As Mo Chong shouted, he saw five points of spiritual light flying out of his fingertips, and soon turned into five small circles of light, heading towards the neck and limbs of the wandering spirit, and it became strong at once. The geist was suddenly restricted from moving, and immediately began to struggle subconsciously, but the five apertures were tailor-made for them, and no matter how it twisted its body, it just couldn't break free.

Mo Chong couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw that he had succeeded in using this soul-binding technique for the first time. Immediately reached out and patted the storage bag, took out the black soul sealing book, opened it, pressed one hand on the page, and chanted the incantation in a low voice. And as the sound of his incantation came out, the blank page slowly glowed, and when Mo Chong finished reciting the incantation, the spiritual light on the page flickered, and the imprisoned wandering spirit immediately wailed, turned into a wisp of white smoke, melted into the page, and turned into a picture. Mo Chong looked down and saw that in the picture, a soldier with a knife in one hand and a shield in the other was shrinking behind the shield in a defensive posture.

"Haha, it's done!"

Mo Chong's eyebrows danced. Although he realized that he had practiced many times and should not fail, he still couldn't help but be a little happy when he really succeeded. As long as the soul can be sealed, the many secret techniques of the Heavenly Book Gate in the back will also have a basis for display. Immediately, Ji Mochong's body sank and accelerated the speed of his fall, and he was a little impatient. He really wanted to try that trick 'Ten Thousand Souls Possessed' after sealing his soul.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

As ghosts continued to be sealed into the Soul Sealing Book, Mo Chong gradually felt struggling. It's not that it takes to seal the soul, but he feels the limit of the soul sealing book. Although the Soul Sealing Book still had a thick pile of blank pages, after sealing more than two hundred ghosts, he could feel a force of resistance every time he stuffed a ghost into it.

"Two hundred...... Thirty-seven. That's all there is to it......" Mo Chong flipped through the pages and muttered to himself. He thought that his mana was much thicker than that of ordinary Tianshumen monks, and he should be able to seal at least two or three hundred more ghosts, but he didn't expect that there were only about two hundred. According to this ratio, if you want to perform a veritable 'Ten Thousand Soul Possession', you don't know how much cultivation you have to do it.

"Count...... "Mo Chong sighed lightly, and was about to close the Soul Sealing Book, when his face suddenly changed, and he suddenly pulled back, and he didn't even have time to grasp the Soul Sealing Book in his hand, and fell to the ground with a 'bang'.

dust, gently raised. Surrounded by wandering ghosts. Nothing happened, no sound came out. Mo Chong stood motionless, his eyes full of suspicion. For a moment just now, he felt an extremely fierce murderous aura. He had gone through no less than a hundred battles, large and small, and he had seen countless monks of all kinds, and he had never felt such a fierce and murderous aura. So, he did everything he could to get out of the way. But now, this murderous aura that sent chills down his spine disappeared, as if it was just his own delusion just now.

Mo Chong knew that this was definitely not an illusion. If such a fierce murderous aura felt wrong, he would have died dozens of times a long time ago. So, he waited. He didn't even reach out to pull out the Frost Sword, as if he was worried that this small action would distract him and lead him to some irreparable mistake.

Peaceful, very quiet. This is already the depths of the ghost gate, and even if the sun is bright, there is not a trace of it. Although there are newly inlaid moonstones from the Rong family monks on the walls and ground of the pit walls and grounds, the light emitted by the moonstones makes the environment more permeable. Bai Sensen's bones can be seen everywhere, and translucent ghosts float around. At this moment, Mo Chong seemed to be able to hear the soft sound of ghosts floating past him and tugging the air.

"Alas. ”

A light sigh suddenly came into Mo Chong's ears. Then, just in front of the place where Mo Chong's Soul Sealing Book fell, a raised rock suddenly shook, and then it turned into a middle-aged man with a slender body and a white beard. Mo Chong's face changed, and sure enough, there was someone. Unexpectedly, someone lurked so close to him, and he didn't even notice it. If he hadn't felt a trace of murderous aura leaking before the other party's shot, he might have been dead on the spot by now.

"There is no vanity under the fame, admire, admire. No wonder someone is willing to pay 50,000 spirit stones to buy your head. I think that if it is doubled, I am afraid that it will be difficult to buy. The middle-aged man bowed his hand slightly towards Mo Chong.

Mo Chong didn't answer, didn't even move his body, and still maintained the posture he had just retreated. He was like a tight bow, ready to send himself out at any moment. The middle-aged man's eyes flashed, and suddenly he didn't move, he maintained the posture of arching his hands, and even the smile on his face did not fade. The two were like wood carving clay sculptures, just quietly opposite each other.

And a long time passed. It was the middle-aged man who spoke first: "I just said something wrong. Twice as much, at least, three times more. ”

While the middle-aged man spoke, the person moved, his hand was withdrawn, and his body straightened up. Mo Chong immediately moved, his body stood up straight, his hand grasped the Frost Sword, and said, "Oh?"

The middle-aged man stared at Mo Chong, suddenly laughed, and laughed: "Hahahaha, interesting, very interesting." I already know your identity. But you don't know me yet. My surname is Qin, and King Wu of Qin is me. ”

Of course, Mo Chong hadn't heard of this name, so he just nodded and said, "Good name." ”

King Qin Wu looked at Mo Chong and said, "There is something I want to ask Your Excellency for help." ”

Mo Chong said, "Oh?"

King Qin Wu said, "I want to ask Your Excellency to kill me." ”

Mo Chong said, "Oh?"

King Qin Wu chuckled and said, "It's been a long time since I've met a master like Your Excellency, and I really want to compete with you. I want you to do it with all your might, with the intention of killing me. Of course, I'm really going to kill you. King Qin Wu said, his footsteps raised, and he took a step.

Mo Chong's complexion changed, and his body shrank suddenly. only heard a 'bang', and the placket on his chest had been cut through a long hole by some sharp blade, revealing the centipede beetle inside. King Qin Wu's body was so fast, and Mo Chong's reaction was also fast, but he was still a step slower. The ** on Mo Chong's face was also revealed because of the full urge of mana, and Mo Chong simply took it off and put it back in the storage bag.

"You're slow. Next time, I won't leave my hands alone. King Qin Wu chuckled, and the person had returned to the distance, as if he hadn't moved at all just now. He was not surprised at all by Mo Chong's true appearance, as if he had known that Mo Chong's previous appearance was fake.

Mo Chong looked down at the long opening on his chest, a hint of discoloration flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly raised his hand. "Dang!" The Frost Condensing Sword held a pale cyan short sword more than two feet long, and the short sword was held in the hand of King Qin Wu, and he moved again. Only this time, Mo Chong finally caught his blade before he could make a move. A foundation building period monk can completely use mana to control the zhì flying sword to attack, but King Qin Wu chose to fight in close quarters, which is incomprehensible to many monks. Because this is undoubtedly risking your life. If you control the flying sword attack from afar, even if the flying sword is defeated by the opponent, you can still retreat with your whole body.

But Mo Chong understood. No matter how agile the flying sword is, as long as it does not breed its own divine soul, it is still just a dead thing in the end. Using a spell to control a dead object, no matter how flexible it is, it can't compare to when it is held in the hands of a monk. Taking risks with oneself is dangerous, but it can also exert greater attack power. It's a pity that Mo Chong, whom King Qin Wu met, was also good at hand-to-hand combat.

"Dangdang, dang, dang!"

A series of crashing sounds, dense as raindrops. Mo Chong danced the frost sword in his hand into a ball of white light, and beyond the white light, a clear shadow continued to circle around the sword light, and suddenly, only a crisp sound of "boom!" could be heard. A pale cyan light flew out of the battle group, and with a 'flutter' slammed into the far pit wall, disappearing, and the two people fighting in the field also stopped attacking.

I saw that the robe on Mo Chong's body had almost become strips of cloth, there were sword wounds on his cheeks, thighs, and arms, and the centipede insect beetles on his body had also been scratched with many scratches. And King Qin Wu, who was opposite Mo Chong, did not suffer any more injuries except for a shallow wound on his chest that had his sleeve cut off. It seems that King Wu of Qin has the upper hand. However, at this time, the short sword in King Qin Wu's hand that was more than two feet long was only a piece more than a foot long, and the blade was covered with jagged gaps, which was superior to martial arts, and King Qin Wu was superior, but the frost sword in Mo Chong's hand was sharper than the blade in King Qin Wu's hand.

"Good sword. What is the name of your sword?" King Qin Wu looked at the half-cut sword in his hand, threw it casually, and asked slowly.

Mo Chong shook his head and said, "Although my sword is good, it can't compare to yours. I can cut your sword because my sword is infused with sword energy. ”

King Qin Wu nodded and said, "The Ten Thousand Swords Sect is famous for its sword cultivation, I know it. It's just that the sword cultivators I met are not as good as you. ”

Mo Chong stretched out his hand, ripped off the tattered robe on his body, slowly raised the frost sword in his hand, and said word by word: "Are you ready?" ”

King Qin Wu shook his head with a smile and said, "You put on some clothes first, I'm not in a hurry." ”

Mo Chong was silent for a moment, reached out and patted the storage bag on his belt, a green robe suddenly flew out, Mo Chong put on the green robe cleanly, and King Qin Wu on the opposite side also took out a pair of golden finger tigers at this time and brought them on his hands.

"Do you want to fight hand-to-hand combat?" Mo Chong's heart froze slightly. But when he saw that he punched out from afar in the Qin Wu Dynasty, his fist naturally couldn't hit him, but an invisible and qualitative fist wind roared towards him. Mo Chong was slightly startled, his figure flashed, and he avoided the fist wind. The next moment, I heard a loud "boom" behind me, and a huge fist mark appeared on the pit wall.

"Your Excellency, be careful, my pair of finger tigers are an auxiliary magic device. King Qin Wu chuckled lightly and threw two more punches. The two fist winds turned into two tiger heads during the flight, roaring towards Mo Chong and devouring them, and the power was obviously much more powerful than the first punch.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

King Qin Wu's fist was like the wind. Except for dodging or dodging, Mo Chong didn't even have a chance to make a move. Those fist winds, qualitatively invisible, although the frost sword is sharp, but it is not useful at all, if you stop to open the protective shield or sacrifice the magic weapon to defend, it is even more self-defeating, the bombardment of the storm can definitely shatter the protective shield and shield of any attribute. Mo Chong complained bitterly in his heart, he could now feel that his body was gradually slowing down, but he didn't have any method at all, could he really fall here?

"Whew. ”

Just when Mo Chong's face was getting whiter and paler, King Qin Wu suddenly retracted his posture and stood with his hands tied. Mo Chong was immediately overjoyed when he saw this: "What, this guy is finally tired?" But as soon as Mo Chong's thought arose, he immediately sensed that something was wrong, and the cold light in King Qin's eyes flashed, as if he was happy, where was this tiredness, and he was clearly preparing to watch his own good show. 'What's going on!?' Mo Chong suddenly swept around, only to find that at this time, what was floating around was no longer those ghosts, but a cloud of fist wind. He only cared about dodging, but he didn't realize when it started, and the fist wind no longer hit the pit wall, but hovered around.

"Tianbo Fist Technique, Ten Thousand Buddha Dynasty Sect!" King Qin Wu shouted, and the fist wind floating around him suddenly turned into golden fist shadows, and roared towards the ink chong in the middle. Mo Chong's complexion changed, and the red light on his body flashed, and a huge burst fireball came out of his body. At this moment, all he could think about was the exploding fireball.

"Bang bang bang!"

The exploding fireball had just surfaced, and the golden fist shadow in the sky had also arrived. If it had been placed in the past, such a violent impact would definitely have exploded the explosive fireball. Mo Chong also had this idea in mind, hoping to use the power of the exploding fireball explosion to blast these golden fist shadows away. But this time, not only did the exploding fireball not explode, but it shrank smaller and smaller under the blow of the golden fist shadow, and the color became darker and darker. The bursting fireball was actually compressed by these fist winds.

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