Chapter 103: Two Realms Co-Master (32nd Section)

On a very fine day, the war book sent by Moshang arrived as scheduled.
In a teasing, relaxed tone, he described this death fight as a long-lost discussion, as relaxed and joyful as a spring outing.
In order to prevent Mo Shang from doing any tricks, Lu Ya first checked the incoming news. As a result, he almost ripped the spirit paper of Yun Mo Pavilion.
"Is this provoking?!"
When Lu Ya was maintaining Lu Zhiling, he looked the most like a young monk. Mei Yujian and Zhu Sheng, a cheap brother, also had some similarities.
He threw a dagger out in a snap and nailed it deep into the wall, almost rubbing the cheek of a demon who walked in.
This Demon Xiu was not surprised by this "sneak attack" either, and his black eyes were indifferent like Lu Ya.
Lu Yatou kept instructing Mo Xiu: "Where are the people sent out before? Any good news?"
This is also the reason why Lu Ya reads Mo Shang's news more and more angry, Mo Shang's relaxed tone, as if the magic repairs he sent in the past to ask for advice are all scams, and flies can't get into his eyes.
Mo Xiu lowered his head and said, "...I'm sorry. There are no more people in the sect that can be dispatched. Now every sect is investigating the existence of the living dead. The Xuanwu sect is slightly better, but there are several sects. I sincerely accept and submit to the conditions of our clan, and hope that we will send people to carry out the screening."
"Tsk, those old foxes..." A trace of displeasure flashed across Lu Ya's eyes.
Although Xuanwuzong's plan to defeat the Demon Sect Alliance had a great response, the evil consequences of Mo Shang's exposure of his identity... even the return of the Lord could not be completely suppressed.
Those fools with ambitions in the Demon Sect are all eliminated, but there are still old foxes and grassroots who wait and see.
They verbally said that they would submit to the Xuanwu Sect, and as soon as their hind legs were done, they would be able to push the Xuanwu Sect toward it to demonstrate its demeanor and righteousness.
To put it bluntly, I just want Xuanwu Sect to do free work, so that they can spend less manpower and energy.
This is also the reason why Lin Xuan did such a stupid thing, but the lord still wants him to stay and pay off the merits...
Lu Ya whispered. If only he could help the Lord in this respect too-
It's a pity that Lu Ya is an unqualified sharp blade. He has the power to cut mountains and stones. When it comes to clashing with the old foxes, he still lacks the climate.
But... Leaving aside these old slippery heads, Lu Ya holds a serious state of future development.
Only the monks who have experienced the power of these living dead can feel the power of the rain. Even if the existence of the living dead is known to everyone in the city, people who have never experienced it will still only think "that's it".
They don't know the horror of the living dead.
Lu Ya ordered again: "No matter who scoffs at this, we in the Xuanwu Sect must be alert to everyone who appears next to him..."
"If necessary, you can even use flesh and blood to lure. The living dead may have mixed in everywhere, waiting for the moment we relax, and come in!"
"They may be relatives who depend on you for their lives, or they may be the furnace that you don't look down on. Remember, don't trust anyone—"
In a closed fairy banquet, the monks enjoyed themselves as guests and hosts.
Li Huan was a little monk who came in with invitations from relatives, and looked at the table full of spiritual fruits and delicacies. He sat alone, holding the jade cup and sipping the spirit wine, the spirit filled his abdomen, and the feeling of wine came to his mind.
What a luxury... he thought in a daze, resting on his arm and continuing to drink, half drunk and half awake.
"He fell asleep?"
"Sleep."
"Then it's time for us to eat."
Li Huan replied softly, thinking what they were communicating in his chaotic mind? Is it possible that the spiritual food he eats is just the appetizer before the big meal, and the real delicacy is still to come—?
The next moment, his body was grabbed, his aura was swallowed, and even his flesh and blood, under the greed of the guests, seemed to be implanted by something else...
"what……"
Li Huan gave a short cry, and his mouth no longer belonged to him. His slight drunkenness naturally faded with this sudden terrible nightmare.
He was pulled, but not by the beautiful fairies into the tender country, but became a moving dish on their dinner plate.
Li Huan was torn to pieces by the pain of his body, he couldn't understand, couldn't imagine, this is actually a cannibalistic cave! Didn't his relatives know the situation in this devil's cave? Why did he let himself come here? ! !
But he was suffering greatly from being eaten and swallowed, and when his eyes fell on the guests who regarded him as a big meal, Li Huan's eyes were swallowed by boundless gloom and regret.
The relatives Li Huan admired and looked up to are the ones who lie on him to enjoy!
As far as I can see, they are all the same gray-skinned people...the same righteous monks who are full of flesh and blood...
Except for Li Huan, none of the people present were alive, and this place had long since become a devil's cave for the living dead.
After a long time, Li Huan's body slowly climbed up, and it fumbled on its own body covered with minced meat, and licked the still fresh blood on its lips, revealing a hungry voice: "Hungry... "
In a cave of magic repair.
The weird-looking Demon Cultivator cocked his legs and judged disdainfully: "The Xuanwu Sect's Lu Ya tells us to be careful of the living dead again?"
The big Moxiu sitting next to him is the wood merchant’s worship brother Quartz. Quartz scratched his head in a naive manner, and responded slowly: "Yes..."
Mu Shang squinted his eyes and wiped away his long nails: "Be careful what you say, people close to you may become criminals at any time...Where is such alarming news coming from? It really is a kid."
"I think it's a fake to guard against the living dead. It's the real idea to take the opportunity to kill the demonic cultivators who are dissatisfied with the Xuanwu Sect. After all, if people die, they can be pushed onto the living dead so that they can get rid of dissidents by the Xuanwu Sect. !" The wood merchant was very clear in his analysis, "Besides, if someone close to you has a problem, how can you not detect a clue? The senses of the monk are not as dull as the mortal!"
"You say so? Brother Shi"
Quartz slowly said: "Yes..."
As soon as he fell, he suddenly changed the tone, prolonged and said: "...No."
In the horrified gaze of the wood merchant, his simple and honest eldest brother Mo Xiu cracked his lips and exposed his teeth, biting his neck and his weakness like a beast!
"Uh...you?!"
"Quartz" showed a weird grin, and shook his head stiffly: "I don't like the name of the living dead. I am the devil who will eventually be resurrected!"
On the first day of the duel between Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling, the figure of the living dead was completely torn off the fig leaf and exposed in front of everyone!
The number of Wraiths coming out of the Demon Realm is not too large, but the people killed by them are all left with empty shells without exception.
Some of the powerful empty shells are occupied by the resentful souls, and they can eat, wear, live and travel like ordinary people, but the remaining empty shells lacking "soul" can't cover it.
They are ignorant and unconscious, they are vertical puppets. Not afraid to burn the ground, and even absorb the spiritual power and magic energy of the monk for his own use.
What's bad is that a part of the resentful souls cast their ideas on the mortals of the mortal world, transforming them into an army of the living dead in large quantities...!
What's more, it just turned a mortal world emperor into a living dead, and relied on the government orders and other measures to provoke the mortal world to feel bad for the monks.
Driven by this force, some ignorant people in the mundane world began to search for people with spiritual roots and magic roots, and killed them in the cradle on their own. This is to break the monk's inheritance!
The cultivators approaching the Dao of Heaven have seen the thunderbolt and thunder for several days. This is the Dao of Heaven foretelling and warning them.
Why both the righteous way and the demon way set up branch sects in the mortal world, and the existence of wanton slaughter of mortals is a minority?
Since the ordinary world is the foundation of the immortal cultivation world, they must maintain this silent balance.
but……
Li Luoqiong and Luo Zhifeng at the moment stared at the sharper and brighter sword hovering in the Sword Tempering Pool, and seemed to mutter to himself.
"But the resentful souls from the demon world don't seem to understand what is called root and what is called root. They have a unified understanding. If they eat enough flesh and blood, they can be resurrected naturally. If they are really successful, they will eat until the end. They will only turn into flying ash and die with a bang."
"Compared to the resurrection...this is more like a sacrifice ritual, the grievance is a ready-made tool person, tirelessly moving towards the goal. In the end, it can only be a wedding dress for others"
Luo Zhifeng continued: "This is like a blood-sucking worm that the system clings to. Has Teng Snake made any deal with the system?"
Luo Zhifeng guessed that Teng Snake and the system had ever made any transaction, this transaction may be traced back to the time when the Demon Realm had not fallen...
Its body is exhausted and its end is coming. Teng Snake is bound to be unwilling to watch such a thing happen, and it is a matter of course and the system hits it off.
The fall of the devil, the demise and disappearance of the fierce beasts may all be inseparable from the transaction made by Teng Snake.
Compared with Teng She's cruelty, calculating everything, including his hometown behavior, Luo Zhifeng's only longing for a strong master is simply silly and sweet.
Luo Zhifeng clarified his thoughts for a while, and was probably sure that this should be a matter of fact.
Li Luoqiong listened to Luo Zhifeng's self-talk, and then slowly said after a while: "...I don't understand."
"Do you need me to tell you something?" Luo Zhifeng was happy, um...it was his third clone.
Speeding up the pace also means that all his actions have become much more radical than before. In order to solve certain thorns in one fell swoop, there will be many plans to do.
"No need," Li Luoqiong thought for a while, and stubbornly shook his head, "I will figure it out myself."
Jian Xiu knew that Luo Zhifeng carried many secrets, but he didn't want to be told directly in this way.
He wanted to explore on his own. When he introduced them, they were equal beings standing at the same height.
Yes, Li Luoqiong is obsessed with swords, but it doesn't mean that he is silly and cute, and he can't discern a certain sense of estrangement in Luo Zhifeng.
This is... a person from outside the sky.
"Okay." Luo Zhifeng smiled slightly, this is the last leisure time.
The day when Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling duel.
The low-level cultivators are not qualified to approach this area, they may not be able to withstand the collision of the Qi machine, let alone they have no time to participate.
There were more demonic cultivators, and there were only a few righteous cultivators present.
A circle of Er Moxiu surrounded a few righteous monks, with their eyes shining, as if hungry wolves are preying at any time, they can attack at any time, they also make two sounds from time to time, as if they are about to knock on melon seeds. of……
The young Lingxian Sect Master Bai Yue stood in the circle of Moxiu's gaze, unable to bear his eyebrows stiff.
This eye-catching ceremony... too.
Part of the magic repair hatred Mo Shang into the bones.
There is also a part of magic repair, how to say? They think Moshang is very interesting.
This started with the gambling contract of the battle. Mo Shang offered to hand over the power of the Demon Realm to Demon Dao if he lost. This was also one of the reasons why the on-site duel was so formal.
And if he wins, what kind of conditions should Modaofang pay? This has become a more difficult question.
It's impossible to hand over the position of Sect Master Xuanwu? Even if Lu Zhiling himself was willing, Modao couldn't agree.
Under the current situation, the Xuanwu Sect has become the leader of the magic road, and it is impossible for another organization to go hand in hand with it in a short time.
When the Modao side was repeatedly entangled, Mo Shang, the opponent, put forward a condition acceptable here.
The disfigured young man looks like a mist in the sun. He pressed his lips lightly, holding a cup of tea, and smiling nonchalantly: "The conditions? Where do I need to be so embarrassed? If I win. , I will punish you... call me number one in the world."
At that time, the righteous monk, who had bulged his eyes and racked his brains, almost sat down.
Mo Xiu's side was even more taken aback, and someone silly duck called out: "Hey, it's easy?"
Corresponding to the control of the Demon World... is the title of No. 1 in the world? On the right side, I want to ask Mo Shang to think more carefully, how can he be perfunctory?
As a result, the young man only smiled at the righteous monk beside him, and said to her at will: "Then add. You?"
What this meant was that both the Right Way and the Demon Way gave him the title of No. 1 in the world.
The righteous monk was very troubled by Mo Shang’s casual and soft handling. When the news was sent back, the young lord Bai Yue also pressed his eyebrows forcefully, and felt that he was aging before he was old. Fell to the ground.
He sighed and responded to Moshang's reasonable and unreasonable request: "He is willing, so be it."
Bai Yue was accommodating the man of destiny predicted by the old sect master, but this was definitely not convincing, and even trust was not high.
They didn't realize what this light promise meant.
They couldn't imagine, and Luo Zhifeng grabbed everything into his palm.
"Here--" The onlookers looked away, Mo Xi gave way to Lu Zhiling who arrived on time.
Lu Zhoubai was also on the scene, and their sect didn't think this fool could be of any use, not to mention that he was still covered by Mo Shang, so he let him run here.
Coincidentally, Xiao Xuanqing was also here. As soon as he saw an acquaintance, Lu Zhoubai happily met each other. For example, when he saw Lu Zhiling now, he wanted to step forward to say hello.
Xiao Xuanqing blocked Lu Zhoubai, keeping secret.
"Don't go there, worry that the one will kill you!"
He is afraid of Lu Zhiling. Although the smaller this one doesn’t matter much, he even seems to have a different eye for Lu Zhoubai, but...
Who knows if Lu Zhiling, an adult, and him as a child, have two ideas? Xiao Xuan did not gamble lightly, and let Lu Zhoubai not gamble.
Lu Zhoubai was stopped and did not continue any other actions. He looked at Mo Shang, pointed at him, and said to Xiao Xuanqing, "He is a good man."
Xiao Xuan nodded lightly: "Yes, he belongs to us."
Then... Lu Zhoubai poked his finger aggrievedly, and then raised his eyes to look in the direction of Lu Zhiling. Then he is also a good person. He pointed at Lu Zhiling in his heart.
Are they all the same?
Xiao Xuanqing was dragged by Lu Zhoubai ignorantly, missing the possibility of knowing the truth in advance.
It's miserable, it's miserable.
Lu Zhiling's appearance at this time is in line with the aesthetics of Modao. His long black hair is draped over his shoulders, and the red lines on the pure black collar are looming. Demon and beautiful, red and black superimposed, carrying the power that seems to cause death and suffocation.
Lu Zhiling took his knife. This knife was also blood-red with a black curved jade inscription. The body of the knife was so red that it had been baptized and tempered by countless people's blood. Under the black curved jade, it was blood-red. The color is very similar to the silk thread that unfolds in countless circles.
It's like a blood line that symbolizes human life.
Lu Zhiling was completely black, and Mo Shangpian who followed was completely black, as if the two brothers had made their plan to become two conflicting individuals.
Mo Shangxian a ponytail, and the light green hairband was rubbed in his palm, like a beauty with makeup, somehow itchy.
He wore a white shirt with the usual Tsing Yi as the lining. It looked less solemn, but it also seemed more free and easy.
The temperament between him and Lu Zhiling also seemed to be extreme, which made the onlookers very curious. How could two people with such contradictions become brothers?
Mo Shangwei smiled, and suddenly threw something at Lu Zhiling—
"Huh!" The onlookers were shocked, thinking that Mo Shang had started the battle so suddenly.
When Lu Zhiling took it steadily and spread out his palms with complex expressions, they discovered that it was the same cyan hair band that Mo Shang had tied, with jade-colored bamboo leaves on it, enough to be fake.
"Put it on." Mo Shang said, "It makes me feel like... back to the beginning..."
Lu Zhiling didn't really refuse, and he rolled up his hair and tied the hairband to his black hair in silence. Someone noticed that he had always dangled his hair to the outside world, but at this time, the hair-tying movement was so proficient as to rehearse hundreds of times.
What's more, his movements seem to be 80% similar to those of Mo Shang.
It seems... They used to have a very good friendship. The demons didn't know Lu Zhiling's past, but found some clues from these small details, and their mood was complicated for a while.
Not all demonic cultivators are born and raised by the natives, and a large part of demonic cultivators are the existence of fallen demons. Abandoning the past...separate from the past, this is undoubtedly a painful and unremembered past.
So, when they saw Lu Zhiling's appearance, they couldn't help but sink a bit.
They were worried that Lu Zhiling would miss the old feelings and deliberately show mercy, and the expression on his face would be a bit hideous for a while.
Without this kind of past magic repairs, his face was scornful, and he felt a little bit sick and dissatisfied with Lu Zhiling before he even started fighting. They had preconceived that together with the other magic cultivators, Lu Zhiling was bound to play lightly, or even release water.
Damn, isn't that a shame on them? !
"what's the situation?"
The battle hadn't even started, because of the subtle exchanges between Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling, they became tense. The more sensitive cultivator of the Righteous Path noticed the abnormality of some of the magic cultivators, and leaned back to avoid their dissatisfaction that was too clear.
They are even more inexplicable, what are they doing? Infighting before the fight? !
Lu Zhiling pinned a strand of loose black hair behind his ears, and said without killing intent, "Then, let's start."
Before the end sound fell, he took the reaction of the magic way into his eyes, and there was a smile that was not noticed by anyone.
The most important thing in a drama is to arouse the emotions of the audience and let them sink into the atmosphere created.
Later...however the people on stage acted, they watched, and how they moved on stage, they were the puppets of the fans.
Lu Zhiling's ending sound is very light, so light that it feels a bit soft. But the people in the audience immediately realized that this is all an illusion!
As soon as his voice fell, the long knife showed its sharp edge uncontrollably, like a crimson streamer across the sky, so fast that people could not see the track, it was already obliquely frightened
"it is good……"
Mo Shang's voice seemed to dissolve in this boundless murderous intent, and as soon as they acted, it was a life-and-death posture!
No one was merciful. They were fighting and fighting, as if two lone wolves were snatching their prey... It was just looking at them, and their blood boiled with blood and blood.
Huh, huh... For a while, only the sound of the wind, the sound of every heart beating, and the deadly killing intent wrapped around the neck silently!
This sudden and desperate fight created an indelible mark under everyone's eyes. At least for a short time, they couldn't forget the feeling that even their souls were trembling, and they couldn't help but feel ashamed for the so-called thought of releasing water.
They were wrong.
The fight between the two was a fight of life and death, even if they were facing the brothers who had been comfortable with each other, none of them had any intention of being merciful.
This is a true... admirable opponent.
A seed quietly rooted in the hearts of the monks.
Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling are fighting faster and faster. They are one of the best in the world, and even their cultivation base surpasses a large number of people.
If there were people who were jealous of their talents before, thinking that if they had such talents, they would still be able to soar into the sky... Now, wake up.
They couldn’t even see the specific actions of Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling in the fight. They could only see the afterimages flashing one after another, and then there was the crazy vibration of the barriers erected around them, and the monks responsible for repairing and maintaining the barriers were Khan after another. Like the rain, countless improvements are constantly being made.
It's terrible, terrible!
They are carrying deadly killing intent while breathing, and the weak breeze can be used as a new killer at any time. Not only were Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling fighting with swords, they were also fighting a purely forceful duel.
They beat the sky like thunder and saw that apart from rapid breathing, only rapid breathing was left!
There was blood gradually dripping to the ground, as if spattering fascinating blood flowers on it, stunning and suffocating.
The hearts of the audience are indeed moved. They barely capture the details of the afterimage fight, and some people try to observe the movements and expressions of the people with high cultivation levels to determine who takes the lead.
Lu Ya clenched his palm, his even breathing seemed to disappear from his throat. His black eyes stared in the direction of Lu Zhiling, mechanically judging the Lord's situation at the moment.
Someone's bones are broken...One of the cyan hair bands broke apart under a strong impact, and a long black hair fell apart.
A piece of gorgeous clothes was torn off for a short while, mixed in the mud...
Everyone at the scene saw that the spirit power and demon energy lingering around Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling who were fighting were no longer as cruel and terrible as they were at the beginning. Their speed was also uncontrollably slowed down because of their injuries, so they finally saw it. Have to know what happened during the fight.
However, no one's heart was relieved.
From the surface, the monks couldn’t tell who had the upper hand—Mo Shang had changed his hand to hold the sword, and his right hand was weirdly drooping, and the exposed lining of the Tsing Yi was somewhat damaged and dark. Mark of.
Changing hands and using the sword didn’t seem to have a big impact on him. A young monk tried to study something from Mo Shang’s moves to improve his swordsmanship, but he quickly discovered that Mo Shang was stunned. Performing one stroke and one stroke is just the basic method of swordsmanship.
His moves are not gorgeous, but simple, concise like a catkins, but it contains beauty and power that others can't analyze.
It is a sword...breaking ten thousand magic.
Lu Zhiling also seemed to be seriously injured. His lips were soaked with blood, making it more evil and more beautiful. The bundled long hair has been cut and unraveled with the cyan hairband. It looks like an evil bone beauty from a distance, and even the bones have a unique charm that ordinary people cannot imitate. It is gorgeous and inaccessible.
His sword is lighter and more ghostly than Mo Shang's sword. It is a sharp blade hanging over his head and a viper ready to go.
Touching it makes you chill.
Between them, the collision of spiritual power and demonic energy was coming to an end, and these two forces were almost exhausted at the same time.
Everyone on the sidelines looked at the tragic battle and glanced at their exhausted power. They all thought so-it should be over!
Time to end it--
No, of course it's not over! The heartstrings of the bystanders were once again forcibly dragged into the waves, undulating in the vast ocean.
None of Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling stopped, they seemed to fight to the point of exhaustion, and one side would not stop if they did not die. Spirit power, demon energy is gone, there are still knives, swords, knives and swords broken, and the body is left—
The fresh blood seemed to catch the eyeballs of every monk who was onlookers, turning their sights into blood-colored pictures, agitating their hearts, and the blood in their hearts would burst out heartily!
They looked at the several photo stones used to record the battle, and they all saw the distorted light and shadow, the corpse mountain and the sea of ​​blood.
How... terrible. !
A righteous monk was frightened when he saw it, and his hoarse voice shouted at the young Sect Master Bai Yue who was holding his palm, and shouted: "Sect Master, let them stop!"
He looked at Bai Yue with anticipation eyes, Bai Yue should be the only right to stop here.
Bai Yue's heart almost jumped out of his chest, and his white face was also stained with a hot red, and it was sweaty in an instant...The spiritual power dried up for a while, but it was performed again.
He restrained his breath forcibly, only to realize that he had unknowingly pinched a faint blood on the palm of his hand.
He has always received the elite education of the next suzerain, and he has participated in a lot of actual combat, but for the first time he encountered such a...life-and-death struggle.
Bai Yue looked at the stage, the barrier had become shaky, but he didn't need it anymore, because the spiritual power and demonic energy of the people on the stage had all been exhausted.
He knew that if this went on, it would probably end with the death of one party. This was a result that, as the first suzerain of the right way, a possible future leader could not accept.
Bai Yue should stop it, even if the trouble is unpleasant...
However, at the request of the righteous monk, Bai Yue took a deep breath: "Wait, wait."
"This is... their battle."
He has no right to intervene!
Before this battle, Bai Yue had maintained a vigilant attitude towards Lu Zhiling and even Mo Shang, but after that, even he himself didn't know... a little awe appeared in his heart.
It's just a little bit, but it's enough to take root and sprout, and grow into a towering tree-this is just the beginning.
Both Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling couldn't hold it anymore. Just when all the onlookers thought they would both fall after this blow, Mo Shang suddenly made a sudden move.
He spit out a mouthful of blood, and a thorny mark appeared on the back of his hand. At this moment, Lu Zhiling's eyes suddenly stagnated, showing a strange blankness.
Many demons present, including some righteous cultivators present, heard the buzzing from the depths of their souls at the same moment.
"Go home... home..."
"native land……"
This is the homeland of the people of the Demon Realm, and this is the Demon Realm re-excavated from history.
The monk who was fortunate enough to go to Linghai and returned alive, also reacted in a short period of stun: "This is Linghai...Bah, the power of the demon world!"
"It used this method to pull us into a particularly real illusion!"
When they saw Lu Zhiling's appearance, they knew he was immersed in the illusion. In the void, several scenes of extremely short, fast page turning appeared suddenly.
Sharp eyes saw Mo Shang, Lu Zhiling in his youth, and a man who couldn't see his face.
In the first few intermittent scenes, Lu Zhiling wears a smile similar to Mo Shang and wraps his hair with a cyan hair band. The man sits aside with his legs leaning on the side while drinking wine.
And then...
The earth was blood-stained, and the man who couldn't see his face was wearing a gorgeous dress, holding Lu Zhiling's hand and letting the knife in his hand pierce his chest.
Mo Shang hid aside and saw all this, his expression was full of panic.
After that, it was Lu Zhiling who had fallen into the demon. Mo Shang's fingers were wrapped in a blue hairband, and he grabbed the silver blade of the sword, allowing it to leave a trace on his palm.
In the end, Mo Shang, who had grown into a young man, faced Lu Zhiling face-to-face, and his slightly opened mouth seemed to say: "Long time no see..."
this is……
It turned out to be like this... Lu Zhiling was so skillful in tying hair because he did not know how many times he helped Mo Shang to tie his hair, when they had not turned against each other.
The monks onlookers had the illusion of dancing on the tip of a knife, and the passionate emotions depicted in those fragments filled everyone's heart silently.
Mo Xiu Yu Shi rubbed his eyes, he knew a little bit more...almost at the same time assembled these several pictures into a complete story.
The master of Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling let Lu Zhiling kill himself for some reason.
After that, Mo Shang continued to walk the right way, and Lu Zhiling fell into the magic way. Mo Shang hates him, that's why he madly exchanged his injuries for his injuries, as if he wanted to fight Lu Zhiling's life and death. But he also knew that Lu Zhiling should not be blamed for the death of Master, and he could not forget the friendship he once had...
They have become such contradictory and conflicting individuals.
No wonder... no wonder.
Lu Zhiling only stayed in the illusion for a moment, and he broke free in just a few seconds, but these few seconds were enough to change the day and the day, enough to make his loss a foregone conclusion.
A sword lay silently on his neck, Mo Shang closed his eyes, blood oozing from the corners of his lips, staining the damaged placket: "...Winning...accepting."
Lu Zhiling was silent for a while: "Yes, I lost."
Both of them seemed to have escaped from that excessive state at the same time, equating the battle.
"It's not fair!" You Moxiu muttered and whispered, they faced Lu Zhiling, and they didn't know why they didn't want to make the same noise as before, as if they were afraid of shocking the blood-stained Lu Zhiling.
They also don't know where this change came from, but they probably followed their original heart. After "determining" this point, they stopped struggling with this matter.
Moxiu feels unfair!
They could see clearly that Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling should be evenly matched, but Mo Shang used the demon world's methods at the last minute--
Use things from their native land to beat their leader? !
This is not fair!
"There is nothing unfair." The voice of the demon cultivator fell into Lu Zhiling's ears, and he turned sideways and glanced faintly in the direction of the demon cultivator.
It was at this time that the audience discovered that Lu Zhiling suffered more than internal injuries. His leg bones were probably also shattered. When the devilish energy was exhausted, he obviously could not be well nourished and recovered.
The monk's body is strong, but this kind of pain is still difficult to bear, but the two brothers Lu Zhiling and Mo Shang are also carved out of the same mold.
Both... do not say a word, possess extremely strong endurance and the ability to endure pain...
Seeing this scene, Lu Ya almost broke one of his canine teeth.
"I..." Moxiu got Lu Zhiling's "summon", and he didn't know why he had always been a stinger. He couldn't feel the slightest resistance at this time, but he babbled like a stutter.
In front of Lu Zhiling, he couldn't help being "dumb".
Lu Zhiling said: "The Devil Realm belongs to Moshang. It is only natural for him to use him, not cheating."
Mo Xiu stayed in place obediently, without saying a word, it seemed that he had a stronger sense of belonging to Xuanwu Sect.
Lu Zhiling turned his head again, and said every word: "We will fulfill the agreement."
"Okay..." Mo Shang slowly showed a weak smile. He didn't chat with Lu Zhiling any more, nor did he talk about the phantoms that Lu Zhiling recalled that appeared, just like facing any stranger. He turned his head and left with some awkwardness.
But at the moment he turned around, he murmured as ethereal and unpredictably as the wind: "Senior brother, you too... have not read the past."
Yu Shi, who had been on the sidelines, heard this seemingly non-existent sigh. He didn't know why it wasn't at this moment. Dislike deceived the whole demon way, and even more severely deceived his Moshang.
Maybe it's because... things are impermanent?
Yu Shi followed with a rather complicated sigh, and got the strange look of several demons beside him.
But if he knows in the future that he is here for the troubles of Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling, he is afraid that he is not going to become a Buddha in situ, come back and live and die the sentimental self at this time!
The world is impermanent... it's all drama.
Bai Yue saw Mo Shang walking out slowly and nodded to him. The next moment he ordered the activation of the teleportation circle that had been arranged a long time ago, and sent them all back to Ling Xianzong.
"Thanks," Bai Yue raised a smile, and suddenly remembered the promise he had made before jokingly, "Well...according to that bet, should I tell you too...?"
"Ah...you are, god..."
Bai Yue's expression is still a bit subtle, and he is not convinced by it, but in general he still has a playful atmosphere.
Mo Shang shook his head.