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As the night darkened, Meng Que was alone, wrapped in a black robe, and entered the cave where the previous patriarch Mo Yuncang was.

In the cave, there was a light blue fog and it was icy cold. The old man was tied to the wall with his head bowed, and his long silver-white hair was disheveled.

Compared with Meng Que's burly and tall figure, the old man was skinny and vulnerable.

"Master, the Zhang family has been wiped out." He stood more than ten meters away, looking at the old man in the two blocks of ice opposite, and said leisurely.

The deep and deep voice carried a hint of domineering majesty.

He has a broad figure, his black hair is a bit disheveled, his complexion is pale, but the eye circles are a little dark, his resolute face has extremely obvious lines, and his eyes are like eagles, deep and calm, but naturally revealed Fierce spirit.

This Mengque, at first glance, is not a good stubble.

The old man didn't speak, he didn't even look up, as if he was dead.

"Hehe..." Mengque laughed, and the sinister laughter echoed throughout the cave, "It seems that you are going to die, and there is no reaction to such great news."

The old man remained motionless.

"But don't worry, I will take good care of Xue'er. Although she is still very stubborn now, I believe that one day she will change her mind." Taking a light breath, Meng Que said as if talking to herself, with a smile on her face. With a smile of enjoyment.

"I can't blame me for all this. There is no fairness in this world. If I like it, I have to snatch it back. It's a pity that the Tianmoqin was taken away by the Wulian Association. It takes some thought to get it back."

"Hehe..." At this moment, the skinny old man trembled and let out a laugh.

Meng Que suddenly frowned, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he looked straight at the old man, and his heart trembled violently.The old man's laughter was full of sarcasm, and it seemed to have a little more strength than before.

"What's going on?" Taking a step back, Meng Que narrowed his eyes, and the energy in his body naturally agitated, making Ling's robe automatic without wind.

"Meng Que, although there is no fairness in the world, there is karma. You deceive your master and destroy your ancestors, and you will end up dying." The old man finally raised his head, his muddy eyes became clearer, and he smiled at Meng Que and said.

"You, your injury...is not good!" Meng Que looked at the old man suspiciously, suddenly his heart trembled, thinking of something.

And at this moment, a faint sound of the piano came into Meng Que's keen ears along the winding cave.

"Ding……"

The sound of pearls falling on a silver plate seemed to melt the entire sky. In the silky piano sound, there was a touch of sadness, which penetrated to the hearts of the people.

"This is... the World Extermination Curse?" Meng Que was startled again, and then raised her eyes to look at the opposite old man in horror.

There was a strange smile on Mo Yuncang's pale old face.

"Hula!" An inexplicable feeling of danger floated in his heart, Meng Que ignored the old man, turned around and walked out of the cave.

"Haha..." Looking at the back of Meng Que leaving in a hurry, Mo Yuncang laughed loudly. The ecstatic laughter combined with the faint sad piano sound made the night more mysterious and unpredictable.

On the high mountain of Tianmozong, in a stone house on the second floor, Zhang Long plucked Tianmoqin.Two kinds of brilliance, dark green and blood red, lingered around the Tian Mo Qin, and the blood-colored flowers and skulls were looming, as if they were about to fly out of the red and green wood of the Qin.

In Chapter 1 of the Curse of the World, the sound of the heart-killing piano swayed with ripples and ripples, traveling hundreds of miles away in an instant.

The starry sky turned into a sea, the moonlight shattered the light spots all over the sky, and all the silence became turbulent, as if a stone had fallen into the sea.

The magic piano sounds, and the night is frightened.

On the sixth floor of the mountain, Elder Ding was standing in the room of an elder. The elder was decapitated, blood was flowing all over the ground, and his eyes hadn't even had time to open. On the lying body, a hand It's still stuck in the crotch and hasn't been pulled out.

Elder Ding had a grim expression on his face. He just glanced at him, then stepped out of the room and went to another room.

At the same time, in a stone house on the seventh floor of the mountain, a Dharma protector was lying on the bed and fell into an unsightly romantic dream. A smile of great enjoyment.

"Tonight is really wonderful, and there are people playing the piano to accompany it. I will buy a robot tomorrow, and it will be even more perfect." While moving his hands under the quilt, the old man sighed to himself with his eyes closed. be on guard.

"Since it's so beautiful, then why don't you wake up." A familiar voice rang in my ears.

Startled, the old man instinctively opened his eyes, looked at the black figure standing by the bed, and said in doubt: "Mo Protector, you..."

"Shh!"

He didn't have time to finish, the long sword in Mo Hufa's hand cut straight down, the old man's right hand was still under the quilt, staring at the cold light rushing in front of him, there was no time to react, he just instinctively raised his left arm blocked it.

"Boom! Puff..."

The long sword fell down with a thick layer of silver brilliance, and hit the left arm raised by the old man. When the two sides collided, there was a cracking sound.

Although Protector Mo struck decisively, the opponent is a master of the psychic stage after all. When he raised his left arm, the tyrannical energy on his body burst out instinctively, and the two silver-white brilliance collided, forming a thick wave of energy directly , rushing towards the room.

"Boom!" The not-so-big stone house was knocked down by the unparalleled waves, and the old man on the bed spit out a mouthful of blood, and flew upside down from the bed.

"Mo protector, you, what do you want to do?"

"kill!"

Before he had time to estimate the pain on his body, the disheveled old man lay on several collapsed stones, looked up at Protector Mo and screamed, and Protector Mo just replied coldly, then swung the long sword in his hand again.

It was as if a solid silver-white sword glow broke away from the tip of the long sword, and a dazzling silver light spun out, hitting the old man like lightning.

"Crack!" The old man stared, and raised his arm again to block it, but because of his serious injury, he was unable to withstand this move. The light pierced through, and hit the chest heavily again.

The round eyes froze for a moment, and he just stared blankly at Protector Mo. After a few seconds, the old man's figure slowly fell into a pool of blood.

It wasn't until the fallen one, the bulging eyes, that there was finally a sense of relief, as if he understood why Protector Mo did what he did.

As the strong wind blew past, Protector Mo stepped out of the room and went to another room.

"Protect Mo, you, are you going to rebel?" Another protector had already walked out, looking at the approaching Protector Mo and the collapsed stone house behind him, he shouted angrily.

"Heh, what nonsense!" Mo Hufa sneered, and then raised his sword and rushed forward.

The sound of the piano continued, and in less than a minute, the entire mountain became a mess.

Everyone ran out, more than 30 people from the Black Clothes Hall and the Red Clothes Hall at the outer gate had gathered outside Zhang Longmen, and less than 30 people from the two halls at the inner gate stood on the mountainside one after another, all with faces Looking indifferently at Zhang Long's house near the foot of the mountain.

Elder Ding killed two sleeping elders in a row, and he was fighting with the last elder at this moment, and Protector Mo also fought with the last protector.

The four people were divided into two groups, flying over the mountain, sword shadows flying, silver light shooting all over the sky, and occasionally hitting the forest, a large area of ​​flowers, plants and trees would fall down and hit the rocks, and the hard rocks would be blown away. It exploded with a bang.

The scumbags of Xinyitang peeked up the mountain from the gaps between the buildings on both sides at the foot of the mountain, breathing heavily and eyes full of excitement.

Except for the two guards of Mo Yuncang, the other 14 people in the Magic Clothes Hall also left their rooms. They looked at everything in front of them, but they didn't know what happened. They froze in place for a moment, and their expressions It was a little strange, their faces were flushed, and some were still shaking their heads, as if they were a little dizzy.

The turbulent energy caused the huge valley to stir up wind, which became louder and louder until it developed into the might of mountains and tsunamis.

The starry sky became brighter and brighter, a crescent moon swayed like a lone boat in the sea, and the strong wind swept the remaining flowers and weeds all over the sky.

"Haha... Brothers, kill!" At this moment, a pair of rather young laughter came, and then a large group of people poured in from the mouth of the valley in the distance.

It's Ma Han's students, as well as members of the Zhang family.

Hundreds of students were headed by Ma Han and Nuo Wan'er. Except for Nuo Wan'er, the rest of them were all smoking cigarettes. The densely packed cigarette butts were like torches on the battlefield, and the lingering smoke was in the air. Clouds formed above everyone's heads, and followed the footsteps of everyone towards the direction of the mountain.

The Zhang family is headed by Zhang Lei, Zhang Tiande, Yang Yang, and Meng Bingya, followed by dozens of men in black.

The wind got louder.

"Who! Dare to break into the Heavenly Demon Sect?" The fourteen masters of the Demon Clothes Hall on the top of the mountain finally had a goal. What are you doing? Stop them!"

"Hehe..." Zhang Long's soft and melodious laughter came from the room, and immediately, the two outer halls guarding the door also laughed lightly, and the laughter of everyone was superimposed, as if countless ghosts were laughing.

And the two halls led by brother and sister Lin Shimin, the inner sect, were also indifferent, only Lin Shimin glanced at the people in the Magic Clothes Hall on the top of the mountain indifferently, smiled and ignored them.