As long as there are enough vests, the plot can't kill me

Boom!

Lightning cut through the darkness, illuminating the area beneath the clouds.

The valley, dominated by gray and black tones, was dead silent as far as the eye could see, without any sign of life.

At the mouth of the valley, an old man in a black robe, the same color as the mountain, was sitting in front of a broken stone table, his eyes half-closed, enjoying the tranquility before the storm.

The lightning and thunder in the sky did not affect his interest in drinking tea at all.

However, if you look closely, the exquisite tea set on the table seems out of tune with the surrounding environment, and is completely incompatible with the people who are drinking tea.

"Tsk tsk, Miss Lin really knows how to enjoy herself."

Mo Xuan sighed sincerely and drank the tea in the cup in one gulp. He couldn't help but have some unrealistic fantasies in his heart.

Where will the little girl go in the future? Does the Blood Evil Sect have a chance?

Since the Wenxian Sect has openly stated its stance, those so-called righteous ones certainly dare not ignore it. Even if the aristocratic families and dynasties will not do it so obviously, they will definitely not get too close to Mofeng City.

In this way, there are not many options left for Young Master Lin!

The little girl has no prejudice against the evil sect, maybe...

The more he thought about it, the more possible it seemed. The smile on his face grew wider, and he couldn't help but pour himself another cup of tea.

hum!

Lao Mo was happily imagining the future when the communication talisman he had just put on his waist responded again.

The Blood Evil Sect's Grand Elder, who was in a good mood, did not care about this. He savored the sweet aftertaste of the tea carefully before slowly taking out the black talisman paper.

However, he only took a glance at the contents inside, and the whole person disappeared from the spot in an instant, with a speed comparable to lightning.

"Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue, are you dead? If you are not dead, come out quickly, there is a big deal!"

Mo Xuan came to a stone chamber and found that there was no response after he called for a long time. He was so angry that he used his hands and feet.

Bang bang bang!

"Xiaoxue, I know you heard it, come out quickly, Master did not lie to you, this is a big deal."

He was shouting and knocking on the door, looking completely different from when he was drinking tea, and he didn't act like a big boss at all.

Bang!

Finally, the people in the stone chamber became fed up with it and the heavy stone door moved.

"Old man, did you find out that you were going to die and come here to tell me about your final affairs?"

"Bah, you're the one who's going to die."

As Mo Xuan spoke, he complained that the stone door was turning too slowly, so he forced his way through the narrow gap.

When he entered, he was immediately shocked to see that his nephew was not wearing the mask that he usually didn't want to take off, and was even speaking in his natural voice.

"Xiaoxue, you're not really going to die, are you? It's just a few Qin swords, you haven't driven them away yet?"

"Just?"

The man sitting cross-legged on the ground narrowed his eyes, his delicate face full of murderous intent, as if he was considering whether to send his uncle away early.

"Ha, you still want to kill me in this state? Forget it." Judging his nephew's condition, Mo Xuan clapped his thigh and laughed wildly.

Things have changed. More than two months ago, he was ridiculed by his nephew, but this time he finally got back all his money with interest.

"Old man, have you seen enough jokes?"

The man's head was full of black lines. Although he was tall, his gentle appearance made him look less oppressive.

Mo Xuan nodded seriously, then frowned and said in amazement: "A mere distraction made you unable to resist. I don't understand whether you are too weak or Miaoyin Tianzun is really that strong."

Hearing the master's disdainful tone, the man rarely lost his temper. He tightened his grip on the mask and sighed softly, "She is too strong, and I am indeed a little weak."

"No way, if you can't beat him, then you can't beat him. Why are you sighing? Boy, do you think that just because you, Xue Yan, have the name of Blood Ancestor, you can be on the same level as the old monster? Naive!"

"Old man, once a Sword Saint enters the state of transcendence, he will become a Heavenly Lord. In comparison, I am indeed very weak."

There is no difference in realm among Mahayana cultivators, only the difference in strength after comprehending the laws.

The so-called advancement refers to the degree of control over the laws.

Combat power is the only criterion for distinguishing the transcendental powerful. In addition to being a title of honor, Tianzun is also a unit of measurement for combat power!

Being in the same Mahayana realm, the killing god like Sword Saint is much more terrifying in the eyes of many powerful cultivators than Pavilion Master Mo who focuses on the art of formations.

"Tsk, I think you'll be dumbfounded when you go out this time."

It was the first time that Mo Xuan saw his nephew looking so dejected, and although he should have laughed at him harshly, he couldn't bring himself to do so.

He sat down next to his nephew and patted him on the shoulder. "Boy, you have to understand that Ling Kun was once the young master of Lingyun Sect. Can he be an ordinary genius?"

"You also said it was in the past. The situation of the Sword Saint over the years may not be much better than mine."

After saying that, Xue Yan put on a ferocious mask, and his body was immediately surrounded by blood energy, instantly turning into the ferocious Blood Ancestor who was outside Mofeng City.

He was not resentful, nor did he lose confidence in himself. He was just calmly stating a fact.

Mo Xuan smiled secretly, understanding the crux of the matter.

It’s not that the nephew is much worse than Ling Kun, but that he has been trapped in a maze and cannot untie the knot in his heart, making it difficult for him to make further progress.

"Well, don't worry about me. I came here just because of what you said about the Sword Saint."

"Sword Saint, do business too?"

As soon as the hoarse and deep voice came out, Mo Xuan immediately felt that it was right, and a thief-like smile appeared on his face, "You don't know yet, the guard next to the little girl in the valley last time was Ling Kun."

Of course Xue Yan knew this. Ever since the news of Lin Xiao forcing the emperor to abdicate and establishing himself as the emperor spread all over the world, even a fool could figure it out.

But he still couldn't understand why the Sword Saint, who was no longer the same as before, wanted to see the old man.

"The business you mentioned is with the Sword Saint... No, it's that little girl who bought the book. Is she looking for you to do business again?"

Finally getting down to business, Mo Xuan didn't dare to be careless.

His eyes rolled around, with a flattering look on his face, and he leaned to the side.

"Xiaoxue, the role of the artifact Zhichi cannot be ignored. The little girl asked the Sword Saint to pass on a message. If our seven sects want to obtain Zhichi, we must do her a favor."

When Xue Yan heard this, he immediately understood something. He felt cold all over and his eyes were as sharp as knives.

"So, my good uncle, are you planning on using blood magic?"

"Xiaoxue, you know that we are already in a weak position. We can only fight against several major sects with the help of the dynasty and the aristocratic family. If we don't have what they have..."

"Oh, old man, don't force me to see you off to the end now."

Xue Yan didn't believe a single word of these words.

They are originally an evil sect. If the old man is so noble, why doesn't he become an elder in the righteous sect?

"roll!"

"okay!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Xuan rolled over immediately, then patted his butt and stood up as if nothing had happened.

The movements are smooth and the postures are natural.

"Xiaoxue, is this really not negotiable?"

Seeing that his nephew was unmoved, the old Mo still refused to give up even though he was throwing a tantrum.

The helplessness revealed in his tone was three parts fake and seven parts real.

The older generation all knew how terrible the God-Slaying Technique was. If there was a way to solve it, why would he set his sights on his nephew?

The prerequisite for practicing blood magic is to transform the soul and body into blood mist, which can be said to be the only solution to kill gods.

Unfortunately, blood magic is also unique, and there can only be one successor in each generation.

Xiaoxue has inherited the blood method for a thousand years and started looking for a suitable successor very early on. If he uses this to save people, he will have to wait another thousand years to preach.

"Old man, you should know the characteristics of blood magic better than me. Besides, I already have a favorite successor."

Thinking of that dude's appearance, Xue Yan actually felt a little insecure.

But there is no other way. The one with two souls in one body is the only choice for practicing blood magic, and no matter how incompetent he is, it has to be him.

No matter how difficult the situation of the seven sects is, it is not my turn to sacrifice my Taoist tradition and path.

"Get out of here!"

Seeing his nephew's determination, Mo Xuan shook his head slightly and was about to give up this deal.

Originally, he just came here to try his luck. What if his nephew was not in a clear mind and agreed to it without thinking?

"Okay, you should take good care of your injuries. All the righteous sects have come out in full force, as if they are looking for something. This is a troubled time!"

"Ah."

Xue Yan responded indifferently, thinking that the old man looked very strange as he did not insist.

It seems that people are too cautious about this century-long agreement.

Boom!

The stone door closed again. He couldn't understand the reason, but he was disturbed and couldn't concentrate.

He simply took out the communication talisman that he had only read halfway and read it carefully.

Before this, the Blood Ancestor, who was feared by countless righteous people, was shocked by the fact that the Sword Saint became the Heavenly Lord, and he did not read all the news about Mofeng City.

Later, my subordinates sent me several messages.

Ok?

Zhushen, Shangguan Jie, Lin Xiao...

Bang!

Xue Yan was so nervous that he lost control of his movements and the communication talisman in his hand was blown to pieces.

It turns out that the old man's idea of ​​using blood magic was to save that dude?

"Hehehehe, hahahaha!"

Mo Xuan didn't know what happened in the stone chamber after he left.

At this moment, he had lost the mood to drink tea and was hesitant holding the communication talisman.

It's such a shame to throw away such a golden opportunity. Can we try another way to trade it?

After thinking it over, Elder Mo, who knew the situation of the seven sects well, lowered his head dejectedly. The smile on his lips was a hundred times more bitter than the tea he drank.

The evil sect is mysterious and is actually not much different from ordinary sects.

Don't force what you can't get.

Lao Mo made a decision immediately and raised the talisman paper with great pain.

But just as he moved, a tall bloody figure wearing a mask appeared in front of him.

"Xiaoxue, it's so late, are you still planning to go out?"

"Hmph, old man, if you give me all your belongings, I can consider waiting another thousand years to pass on the Dharma!"

Property?

Mo Xuan, who was holding the cup, was stunned on the spot. He couldn't help but look at the black cloak on his body. His mind seemed to be clear as if it had been struck by lightning.

Interesting, really interesting.

That girl’s friend...haha, is this God’s will?

"make a deal!"