Chapter 2007: Son and mother wicked (seeking monthly ticket for seven more)

Mo Yu and Mo Xuan seem to be very dissatisfied, since they met Qin Xuan to now, Qin Xuan has not moved their hands once.
Moreover, Qin Xuan was so rashly that I was buried in the depths of the emperor's mausoleum, so that they were deeply trapped in the mine of gods and demons.
In such a fierce place, with a hundred deaths without a lifetime, in their eyes, Qin Xuan is extremely risky.
If it weren't for Luo Fuxian to treat Qin Xuan very well, I'm afraid the two would have been in trouble long ago.
After all, Luo Fuxian's medical skills are an indispensable existence for them.
If there is no Luo Fuxian, even if they are the eighth rank of Da Luo, it will not be easy for them to kill the creatures of the gods and demons in the first realm of Hunyuan.
Qin Xuan raised his eyes, a faint coolness flashed in his eyes, and he wanted to speak.
At this moment, Luo Fuxian hurriedly said: "Two, Young Master Qin naturally knows that this place is the buried emperor's tomb!"
"The responsibility for seizing the soul of the sea of ​​flowers is not Young Master Qin, but giving immortals. If it were not for the immortals to make their own decisions, the two would not be forced into this place!"
Mo Xuan snorted coldly and wanted to speak, but was stopped by Mo Yu.
"Miss Luo, you are really kind and righteous. Poor brother who has this meager blood with you, I'm afraid it will be precarious, life and death will be unclear!" Zhen Qianzhou was strangely angry at the side, and then a pair of faintly cold eyes turned.
Zhen Qianzhou said with a smile: "That's natural. As the Luo family, the most beautiful and kind-hearted Luo girl of the younger generation, how can it be possible without this kindness?"
After Zhen Qianzhou interrupted like this, the two brothers and sisters Mo Yu stopped saying much.
Luo Fuxian sighed slightly. She looked at Qin Xuan's still indifferent expression and shook her head slightly.
Even if Qin Xuan has a rich background, the Mo family brothers and sisters are now the eighth rank of Luo.
Between the two, there is almost a big state.
What's more, Luo Fuxian had a faint intuition that the Mo family brothers and sisters were not as simple as they might seem.
When they fell into the mine of gods and demons, the Mo family brothers and sisters were the first to wake up, and they seemed to have gained something from the remains of the saint.
Mo Yu discovered the ancient scroll that records the mine of Gods and Demons.
However, the atmosphere is obviously wrong.
The group continued to move forward and entered a mine in front of them. They had been prepared for a long time, and each took out the fairy treasure and prepared to fight.
The harsh hissing sound, at this moment, suddenly remembered.
"wrong!"
Mo Yu's complexion changed slightly, "According to the ancient scrolls, this place should be a food source strange animal!"
"Why, it's the evil spirit!?"
"Underworld Yin Sha!"
Mo Xuan also slowly spoke, looking at the front, the figure was blood-red, with three-inch nails as blades, and a fishy smell exuded from her body, as if she had been soaked in rotten blood.
"Fortunately, it's just the Dark Soul Yin Sha of the Hunyuan First Stage!?"
"If it is the second stage of Hunyuan, the creatures in the third stage will be in trouble!"
Mo Yu took a deep breath, the Big Luo Immortal Sword in his hand was shaken, and he condensed the tactics with one hand and swept over the sword.
Immediately, a bright light burst out from the sword body, this light faintly drives the soul out, and has a restraining effect on this ghost.
On the contrary, Qin Xuan was looking at the blood-clothed, hideous and terrifying dark marriage, with thin lips slightly open, and said, "Is there no other way in the ancient scroll?"
"I'm afraid that with the power of you and others, this way will not work!"
He stood at random, his eyes leisurely.
"Since it is the first level of Hunyuan, why take a detour!?"
"Qin Changqing, look at my son's supernatural power, come to kill this ghost!"
Zhen Qianzhou's eyes seemed to scan the slightly unkind expressions of the Mo Yu brother and sister, and he couldn't help but screamed and killed the blood-clothed ghost.
Mo Yu Yu Guang glanced at Qin Xuan coldly. Immediately, a sword beam in his hand intertwined in the air, faintly turning into a red sword aura, burning like a fire, and rushed towards the blood-clothed ghost.
In Luo Fuxian's hands, immortal treasures were also made out of sacrifice, and fine needles penetrated into the bodies of the three people. Immediately, the breath of the three people increased sharply.
Sword light, magical powers, and even immortal law swept through the mine, roaring to the west.
The three people advance and retreat in an orderly manner, and the offensive and defensive are in agreement. The blood-clothed ghost, even among the three people, keeps retreating.
boom!
A sword beam tore through the mine wall in front, directly smashing the red ghost.
Mo Yu's face has never been relaxed, and he shouted, "Master Zhen!"
"understood!"
The corner of Zhen Qianzhou's mouth outlines a wanton arc, "A mere ghost, how can I stop this son!?"
"The encounter today is a good fortune. This son will save you from this ugly appearance, and ferry you for reincarnation!"
The big seal in his hand suddenly appeared.
With his hands condensed, the big seal is like a mountain, and on it, if a golden dragon appears.
The golden dragon breaks the evil spirit, and those evil spirits meet, like spring snow meeting the scorching sun.
The ghost in red, who was still condensing, suddenly let out a stern sound.
Under the golden dragon seal, his body was crushed once again.
Zhen Qianzhou flipped his palm, and another pagoda appeared in his hand.
"Fall!"
Zhen Qianzhou smiled proudly, the pagoda turns, and on it, there are seven colors of brilliance.
The seven-color brilliance, every time the pagoda turns, bombards the broken ghost away, as if wishing to destroy it into nothingness.
Under the two immortal treasures, the red-clothed ghost is indeed a Hunyuan, and a ghost, its body is indelible, but its breath suddenly drops by one point.
"what!"
Suddenly, a scream sounded like ears piercing, and the void became ripples. Amidst the howling ghosts, the golden dragon and the seven-color brilliance on the two magic weapons seemed to be wiped out by the wind.
Zhen Qianzhou's arrogant expression suddenly changed, and he couldn't help taking a few steps back and groaning.
"It's going desperately!"
Mo Yu and Mo Xuan looked at each other. Immediately, the sword formation was in the air, Mo Xuan sacrificed the sword formation, countless sword auras, and killed the red clothing that condensed in that instant.
Mo Yu was even more powerful in his hand. With the power of Da Luo's eight revolutions, the fairy sword and the mysterious runes appeared above the fairy sword.
The red-robed ghost was in the sword formation, and the red cloth was like a shadow, avoiding and torn, with strands of sword energy.
Mo Yu still condensed the tactics in his hands, until a few dozen breaths later, a frightening aura suddenly appeared on the sword body.
"Mo Family Sword Art, break evil!"
A vast sound resounded in this mine.
The fairy sword was like light, and in an instant, it rushed into the sword formation, dividing the red ghost in two.
Mo Yu's face was a little pale, this sword, he obviously did not consume lightly.
In the screaming and screaming of the red ghost, the two bodies are constantly twisting, trying to unite, but they are blocked by the sword energy, unable to do so, the anger, pain, more like endless wailing. The cry almost blasts the scalp.
Qin Xuan glanced at Mo Yu quietly, "Mo Family Sword Art? Hun Yuan Sword Art!?"
Qin Xuan shook his head lightly, his eyes calmly, and said, "If it's just this red-clothed ghost, the ghost of the soul, it's not difficult for you to break this path!"
"But this ghost is not a pure underworld Yin Sha, but..."
"The son and mother are evil!"
"Mother is so terrible, Zi Sha, can't you come?"
When Qin Xuan's voice fell, a terrifying cry of a child suddenly sounded.
I saw the exit of the mine, a terrifying suffocating aura, if it turned into substance, the pitch-black mist rolled from that exit.