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After fainting, a big mouthful of blood spurted out from Mo Beichen's mouth. He had been suppressed for too long just now, and now he lost the suppression and burst out completely.

This mouthful of blood just spat out on the opponent's white shirt.

The visitor looked at his messy coat, and his face instantly turned black.

"Damn it, Mo Beichen, I came to ask you for an appointment, you fucking sprayed old blood on my clothes! What are you pretending to do, get up for me!" The visitor grabbed Mo Beichen and shook him. I was really dizzy, so I scolded again: "As soon as I fight with you, you will pretend to be dead, and I will take you back, dreaming!"

He said so, but it was not good to throw Ren here, so he had to suppress his disgust, picked him up, and the two disappeared in an instant.

When Mo Beichen slowly opened his eyelids, he had already returned to his couch.

"Wake up, get up for me." The person sitting on the chair said impatiently, and it seemed that he had a hot temper.

Mo Beichen rubbed his ears, why did he meet such a troublesome person as soon as he woke up.

"Nangong Hao, why are you here?" Mo Beichen rubbed his head, which was secretly throbbing, and asked.

"You ask me why I'm here? Didn't you ask me to go to Yi's house to compete with you?" Nangong Hao's heart ignited again when he saw the other party mentioning this matter, "In the end, I came all the way from the lore. Yu rushed over, and you vomited blood all over me when you came up."

Looking at the chattering people, Mo Beichen's head hurt more and more. If anyone in this cultivation world could be more hated than Mo Beichen, it was probably the Nangong Hao in front of him.

Nangong Hao, an uninhabited person in a gray area, is neither a fairy nor a demon. He finds someone to compete with each other every day. Anyone with a little ability will be entangled by him for a few days. In Mo Beichen's eyes, he is simply a biting dog mad dog!

No, Mad Dog probably flattered him, but when Nangong Hao saw an opponent that interested him, his eyes would turn red, and the stronger the opponent, the redder his eyes would be.

Mo Beichen still remembered the first time he saw Nangong Hao, with those blood-dripping eyes, he thought that the other party was insane.

"Nangong Hao, it's too late for me to avoid you, how could I have a duel with you, and even chose Yi's place as the venue." Mo Beichen lightly pinched the bridge of his nose.

"How do I know what your head is thinking!" Nangong Hao said angrily, "I don't care what you think, get up and fight with me first!"

fight?What's the fight between him and Mad Dog?Bite each other?Mo Beichen had no interest in such rude and meaningless things.

"This time, you don't want to pretend to be a bitch or a milk doll to get away with it!" Nangong Hao took out his broad-faced long knife and stabbed it fiercely into the stone floor, "I won't be fooled, you Mo Beichen is a man!" Men! If you are a man, don’t shrink back!"

Mo Beichen sighed. Nangong Hao had been pestering him all these years, but they had never really fought, because this mad dog had a principle of not beating women and children.

For fear of trouble, Mo Beichen often pretended to be a woman and child, and if the other party didn't make a move, he would just let it go.

"Let's go another day. I'm poisoned and can't show my full strength. It's meaningless for you to fight me hard." Mo Beichen's throat felt fishy again as he spoke well.

Nangong Hao thought for a while and felt that this made sense, "Then how long do you want to cultivate?"

"One month later." Mo Beichen thought for a while.

"Okay, I will trust you again, a gentleman."

"It's hard to chase a four-horse horse." Mo Beichen answered very smoothly. This kind of gentleman's agreement does not apply to a devil like him.

"Thank you for today." Although he thought mad dogs were bothersome, one size fits all.

"Hmph." Nangong Hao didn't say much, turned around and left. The two of them have been entangled for several years, which can be regarded as the fate of both enemies and friends.

As soon as the person left, Mo Beichen couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of black blood. He got up from the couch, pressed the switch, and entered the secret room.

He took out a sprig of blood-colored Ganoderma lucidum from his bosom, his top priority now is to break through as soon as possible, and detoxify it by the way.

Sitting cross-legged, the stone door closed, Mo Beichen closed his eyes, and began to break through the ninth stage of [A Thousand Changes].

[Uncanny Faces and Changes], the changes are not limited to faces, figures, and voices.And if one can enter the Ten Great Consummations, the cultivator can even change the spiritual roots of the meridians, and even imitate other people's moves and exercises.

However, this is only a record in the secret book. From ancient times to the present, no one has reached the realm of the [Thousand Changes] Dzogchen. Even if it is the eighth level, he, Mo Beichen, is the only one in the cultivation world, and most people are in it. Earlier, I was lost in the way of cultivation.

With a strange face and thousands of changes, the demon king Beichen.

In this regard, he, Mo Beichen, said that he was number two in the world, and no one dared to be number one.

The magic energy was running crazily in his body, and black mucus slowly emerged from his fair skin. These were the toxins hidden in Mo Beichen's body.

Repeatedly, the sun and the moon turned, and after five full days, the door of the secret room finally opened.

"It's such a Yi family, but it's shoddy, and it's 9000 years old, but it dares to be called ten thousand years!" A childish boy came out of the stone gate wearing a coat that was much bigger than himself.

Looking at himself and his bean sprout-like figure, Mo Beichen would rather continue to be poisoned and vomit blood.

Because the blood ganoderma was not old enough, Mo Beichen suffered a backlash at the critical moment of the breakthrough, and now his physical changes are no longer up to him.

He is a young man today, but he might become something later.

"Qinglong, Qinglong!" Mo Beichen was still not used to his immature voice.

"The subordinate is here." An uncle in green robes appeared in front of Mo Beichen from nowhere.

"There's something wrong with my body, take a look." Mo Beichen sat down first.

A thin arm stretched out.

"Yes, Your Honor."

Looking around, hearing and asking, Mo Beichen's complexion was rosy, his breathing was stable, and his pulse was stable. Except for the phantom on his body, everything was normal and couldn't be normal anymore.

"Your Majesty, there is nothing wrong with your health." The green-robed uncle stroked his beard and said.

The young Mo Beichen was silent. He actually believed in Qinglong's medical skills.

Since Mo Beichen took the position of Mozun, he has had four powerful generals, Qinglong rejuvenating, Xuanwu fortifying the city, Baihu overcoming the enemy, and Suzaku controlling people.

"Your Majesty, in fact, your problem is not without solutions." Qinglong said softly.

Mo Beichen's eyes lit up, "There is a solution, why didn't you say it earlier."

"It's just that this method is really difficult..." Qinglong paused and said: "This subordinate once read Fangzi in a miscellaneous journal, and I remember it said that it can be nourished by the blood of the pure Yang body during the separation and separation period."

"The blood of the pure Yang body during the separation and reunion period?" Mo Beichen frowned and repeated.

A pure yang body is rare in a thousand years, and there is still a period of separation and reunion?

"That, my lord, I haven't finished." Qinglong swallowed and said, "It's better to be a boy."

Mo Beichen was completely silent. Even a talented monster, the kind who practiced like eating and sleeping, it would take at least a hundred years to practice until the parting and reunion period.

A hundred-year-old boy with a pure yang body?Where can he find it?

Looking at the whole world of comprehension, which one of the powers in the separation period is not a beautiful companion, three wives and four concubines, or one who already has a son and a half daughter under his knees.

A hundred-year-old boy?

Mo Beichen has actually seen it, such as himself...

Because of some bad things in the past, Mo Beichen was a bit shadowy about the combination of yin and yang, and he himself was not very interested in this aspect, and he didn't want an heir to cause trouble for himself, so he maintained this delicate status quo.

Of course, only he knew about this matter, and no outsiders knew about it.

Contrary to the facts, there are still many rumors in the cultivation world that he is a flower picker. After all, [A Thousand Changes] is a unique skill that can confuse a lot of women. .

Mo Beichen didn't have to defend himself after hearing this. He had been in the beauties before, but he said that he had been among thousands of flowers without a single leaf touching his body. Even outsiders would not believe it.

After all, there are too few people like Mo Beichen, but this is not the point, after all, there is not even a shadow of a pure Yang body right now.

Looking at his lord with a gloomy face, Qinglong didn't know how to comfort him. In fact, he didn't think it was a big problem if he couldn't be cured. Those of them who were subordinates had long been used to Mo Beichen's change in a while.

Crackling crackling——

The sound of firecrackers made Mo Beichen upset, "Why is there such a sound of firecrackers? It really hurts me!"

After a stick of incense time.

"It's not over yet! This deity will immediately change his happy event into a funeral!"

Mo Beichen was furious. At this moment, the continuous firecrackers really hurt the demon's self-esteem. This well-timed celebration seemed like a wordless mockery.

At this time, a report came from outside the door, "My lord, it's the Tianmen sect next door who are setting off firecrackers!"

"What's there to celebrate about a third-rate sect!" Mo Beicheng ignored the fact that the Tianmen sect was also one of the three sects.

For offending Mo Beichen, the Heavenly King has to apologize!

"My lord, the little detective learned that it was the Tianmen faction who accepted a peerless young man this time?"

"Good boy? I'm going to strangle him to death right now!" Mo Beichen slammed the table with his small fist, with a hideous expression on his face.

"This, Hui Zun, is a pure Yang body." The subordinate outside replied cautiously.

"You, what are you saying again?" The voice raised a little.

"Hui, Hui Zun, it's a pure Yang body." The subordinates were so frightened that their bodies trembled, their moody Demon Zun would not go to slaughter other people's young and old.

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The subordinates outside the door were fully focused, waiting for the order of the lord, he had already predicted that a bloody and cruel battle between immortals and demons was about to start.

Often a big battle originated from some small disputes, such as the noisy firecrackers.

His Excellency will let him gather his men, or let him lurk undercover.

The subordinates outside the door raised their hearts in their throats.

Finally, an instruction came from inside the door, "You, go and prepare some firecrackers."

"Ah?" What do you want firecrackers for?Fire up Tianmen Mountain?

"Go! This is a great thing! What a pure Yang body! What a pure Yang body! Go blow up the firecrackers! Blow them twice as loudly as the Tianmen faction! Hahahahaha!"

"There is no unparalleled road! This deity is saved."