"Get out. Get out of here. If you don't get out, you'll die!" Pang Jiulu's gaze swept coldly towards the foundation building period monks present. Everyone was looked at by his emotionless eyes, and they couldn't help but shudder.

Mo Chong had already entered the Muzu Temple, and when he came out again, he was in any place within a thousand miles of the ancient city of Mengyuan. If you let these foundation building period monks go to the Muzu Temple in front of you, when they come out, they will also appear anywhere within a thousand miles of the ancient city of Mengyuan, which will undoubtedly confuse the public. It's better not to let them in.

"No, let's kill it. These people had already seen Mo Chong enter the Muzu Temple. If we let them go, it will be very bad for us, and it is better to kill them all. Xu Ruyun shook his head suddenly.

Pang Jiulu's eyes flashed, nodded and said, "Not bad." They should all be killed. "As he spoke, he punched two punches, and two more fists hit the bodies of the two foundation building period monks, one of them vomited blood and fell to the ground, and the other was directly punched through a big hole in his chest.

"Escape! Escape to the Muzu Temple and be safe!"

Finally, one of the foundation building monks reacted and shouted loudly. When the monks present heard this, as if they had been awakened from a nightmare, they immediately rushed towards the entrance of the Muzu Temple. At this moment, I don't care about the team, what companions, or what the purpose of breaking into the Muzu Temple, I still take care of my own life first.

Pang Jiulu's shot was not slow, but unfortunately, all the monks in the foundation building period rushed in, and they only killed a dozen of them, and most of the remaining half were still fled into the Muzu Temple by them. In addition to the four people standing like wood, there were only a dozen bloody corpses left, in the gray mist. It looks extraordinarily weird and miserable.

"You're not Xing Daoyou. Who are you?"

Inside the Muzu Temple. Four monks. Eight eyes were staring at Mo Chong who swept in from outside the Muzu Temple in disbelief.

Mo Chong did not immediately answer the words of a few people, but first let out a long breath, and then hugged his fist at a few people, and said, "In Xia Mo Chong, I have seen a few Taoist friends. ”

The four of them glanced at each other, and their faces showed a look of crying and laughing. Now they don't want to listen to Mo Chong's self-introduction. Obviously, the team was formed to break into the Muzu Temple, but now this guy who called himself Mo Chong suddenly interjected. What does this mean?

A middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian frowned and said, "Mo Daoyou, how did you break into our team?"

Mo Chong sighed and said, "This ...... Alas. I slipped under my foot and accidentally came in. I'm sorry. ”

When several people heard this, their faces showed disdain, and their feet slipped? Can they suddenly insert into the team they are entering the Muzu Temple? However, except for the middle-aged Confucian scholars, the rest of them are still in the early stage of foundation building. If it's outside, you can turn your face with Mo Chong, or even have a big fight. But in this Muzu Temple, Mo Chong's entry is a foregone conclusion. In the next battle, Mo Chong can be counted on to exert his combat power. No one spoke.

After being silent for a while, the middle-aged Confucian said: "This, time is pressing. Mo Daoyou. Now that you're in our ranks, let's spread it out. With you here, there will definitely be two or three ghost rakshasas in a minute, what are you going to do? A few of us work together to deal with one, maybe reluctantly, if there are another group of painting demons......"

Mo Chong said with a smile: "These few people just rest assured, the ghost rakshasa is wrapped in Mo, and a few people only need to be responsible for dealing with those monsters who come down from the painting." Moreover, after entering the second floor, there will be no more dead faces to follow, and then we will part ways. ”

Hearing Mo Chong say that he would take the initiative to take on the task of dealing with the Ghost Rakshasa , the expressions on the faces of several people eased slightly. The middle-aged Confucian hesitated and said, "Mo Daoyou, have you thought about it, the ghost rakshasa is no better than an ordinary necromancer." Not only are they powerful, but they also have bone bows in their hands and tungsten iron arrows. So be it. Wait for the ghost rakshasa to appear, we will be responsible for dragging one, and the rest will be dealt with by Mo Daoyou. Let's hope we don't get too bad luck and don't have three ghost rakshasas. ”

Mo Chong was in a hurry to go out, after all, the longer it dragged on, the more monks might gather outside, so he didn't talk nonsense immediately, nodded and said, "Okay!" As he spoke, he flipped his palm and took out the Soul Sealing Book. Mo Chong naturally wanted to let the Bi Ghost King come out. At this moment, of course, he couldn't care about what to hide.

Under the stunned eyes of several people, a cloud of black qi flew out of the Soul Sealing Book, and slowly condensed into the image of the Blue Ghost King. Mo Chong waited for the Blue Ghost King to be completely condensed, and immediately spoke: "Okay, a few fellow Daoists, let's go." "When you speak, take the first step.

Fallen stone pillars, broken armor, white bones. It is still surrounded by scarlet, with strange pictures of strange and strange demons. A qiē is so familiar. The middle-aged Confucian scholars followed closely behind Mo Chong, looking around nervously.

The demons on the picture all looked over one after another at this time following the footsteps of Mo Chong and the others, but when their eyes saw the Blue Ghost King who was opening the way at the front, their faces showed a look of fear. The long hall was more than half gone, and there were still no demons jumping out of the painting.

"Good...... Mo Daoyou, this spirit beast, could it be the legendary Bi Ghost King!?" The middle-aged Confucian finally couldn't help but speak.

Mo Chong smiled, and didn't answer his words, but said, "Everyone, please be careful, the little minions don't dare to jump out, but the ghost rakshasa may not sell it." ”

"Yes. Precisely. ”

When the middle-aged Confucian heard this, he immediately nodded. Shut up immediately. At this moment, he already understood the gap between himself and Mo Chong. Although Mo Chong has not yet shown any strength, just from the Blue Ghost King under Mo Chong's hands, you can get a glimpse of the clues. What's more, he had already noticed that Mo Chong still had a spirit beast bag tied to his waist. Of course, the spirit beast bag will not be used for decoration, and there is at least one spirit beast inside. Before, he also felt that Mo Chong was opportunistic and wanted to insert into their team, which only had a mid-foundation monk, but fortunately, he didn't have to face too powerful monsters at the entrance and the first layer. Now this idea has naturally been thrown out of the sky by him.

While the middle-aged Confucian was glad that there was Mo Chong in the team instead of the monk surnamed Xing who he had temporarily found before, he also began to think in his heart, how to open his mouth and let this master take them with him in the second level.

"Whew. ”

With a soft sound, the Blue Ghost King, who was walking in the forefront, suddenly stopped. The action of the Blue Ghost King immediately stimulated everyone present, and everyone immediately paused, and at the same time looked around nervously.

"Whew. ”

A low roar emanated from the throat of the Ghost King. And as the ghost king roared, a burst of black gas rolled not far ahead, and four ghost rakshasas appeared side by side in everyone's sight. Each ghost rakshasa is holding a white bone bow, and there is a little imp holding a quiver by his side. The middle-aged Confucian miscalculated. There is Mo Chong, and the ghost rakshasas that appear are not two, not three, but four.

According to common sense. The Ghost Rakshasa is much lower than the Ghost King in the Necromantic Rank, so it should be a retreat. However, at this time, the mana cultivation of the Bi Ghost King was on par with the Ghost Rakshasa and even slightly inferior, and the Ghost Rakshasa didn't take the 'chief' of the Bi Ghost King very seriously.

"You just said that you can drag a few ghost rakshasas?" Mo Chong looked at the ghost rakshasa in front of him and spoke calmly.

The middle-aged Confucian said with a pale face: "One...... Only one. After all, in addition to dealing with a ghost rakshasa, we also have to watch out for possible attacks around us. ”

Mo Chong nodded and said, "That's enough." As he spoke, the fire flashed on his body, and the Divine Fire Armor was stimulated, and the spirit bone of the Weaving Spirit Bird appeared on his right hand.

'Fire spell!??What a pure fire spiritual power!...... Could it be a monk who cultivates the Five Elements Exercises!' The middle-aged Confucian scholars all flashed with surprise in their eyes the moment they saw Mo Chong activate the Divine Fire Armor.

"Come on, you can't scare them. ”

Mo Chong stared at the ghost rakshasa in front of him, and opened his mouth lightly. When the Blue Ghost King heard this, he immediately roared angrily and threw himself forward. After being resealed, the Blue Ghost King was obviously much more obedient. As for whether it learned a lesson, or whether the second seal was more complete and solid, it is unknown.

"Whoosh!

More than a dozen tungsten iron arrows were first shot out by the four ghost rakshasas. After shooting this round of tungsten iron arrows, the Ghost Rakshasa retracted the white bone bow in his hand, and two of them met the Bi Ghost King, and the remaining two pounced on Mo Chong and the others. Obviously, they also understood that with the presence of the Blue Ghost King, they could not calmly release their arrows, so they simply chose melee combat.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Mo Chong first used the spirit bone of the Weaving Spirit Bird in his hand to block the dozen or so arrows that were shot at everyone, and then he stepped a little and faced the Ghost Rakshasa at his feet. The middle-aged Confucian scholars flashed with spiritual light in their hands, sacrificed their respective magic weapons, and attacked one of the ghost rakshasas.

The battle ended sooner than everyone expected. After one of the ghost rakshasas was severely injured by Mo Chong, the rest of the ghost rakshasas immediately disappeared one after another. This made Mo Chong's original intention of sealing one or two ghost rakshasas come to naught. You must know that although the grade of the ghost rakshasa is not as good as that of the blue ghost king, it is also a rare ghost thing that belongs to the yin qi aggregate, and it is a type that can not be encountered.

Blue sky, white clouds. Straight roads as well as tall trees. Mo Chong and his party entered the first floor of the Muzu Temple without danger. The middle-aged Confucian scholars were already a little more in awe of Mo Chong at this time. The middle-aged Confucian clasped his fists and said: "The situation is too urgent, and the name has not been announced." In the next word, a flat. ”

A slightly weak young man on the side immediately clenched his fists and said, "In Xiazeng Zhudong." ”

"The concubine is Zhang Xian. I've seen Mo Daoyou. (To be continued......)