The villain is ill

Not expecting this scene at all, Chu Mo tilted his head, hesitated for a moment, raised his left hand and stretched out towards Chi Wushang's.

Just when their fingers were about to meet, Chu Mo suddenly withdrew his hand, and at the same time, Fu Yun pierced the opposite person's heart neatly.

Pulling out the sword, the figure dissipated, Chu Mo was still not relieved, he stabbed the sword on the ladder, and said coldly: "Master, how can you tolerate a little phantom like you?"

Taking the last step, the clouds dissipated.

The ladder under my feet is no longer there, and the surrounding clouds are gone.

Looking around, apart from the three-foot floating cloud path under his feet, there is only the white abyss under his feet, and there is no way out.

The end point of Fuyun Trail is a floating white jade altar tens of meters away.

Every time Chu Mo took a step forward, the trail of floating clouds behind him dissipated with his lifting of his feet.Until he stood on the edge of the altar, the last trace of cloud also dissipated into fog and disappeared without a trace.

Chu Mo was standing on the edge of the altar at the moment, looking up along the steps.

The altar is in the shape of a long hexagon, and a long carved pillar rises from each of the six corners. There is a streamer on the pillar, and it is unclear what the pattern is. The pillar is so high that it seems to touch the sky, and it is unclear how long it is. In addition, the altar is not big, and the six pillars block it, it looks like a cage in the air.

After standing still for a while, Chu Mo walked up the steps.

There are a total of 36 steps on this altar, which looks like it is made of white jade from a distance, but when you step on it, you find that it is not the case.

The touch under the feet is soft and elastic, and you can find a touch of warmth under the touch.

It seems to be alive.

As if to confirm Chu Mo's thoughts, when he stepped onto the top of the altar, the steps disappeared into the void. He reached out and touched it back, and found that there was a barrier around the altar.

Using his spiritual power, he drew a sword towards the barrier, and the transparent barrier spread out like ripples, and it returned to calm before going far.

Raising his hand again to touch the pattern on the pillar, Chu Mo calmly put away his sword and looked down at the altar under his feet.

It's not that Chu Mo has never seen an altar. The Chu family used to hold a sacrifice every year. The altar was much larger than this one, but it was far less refined.

Every floor tile of the altar is engraved with complicated patterns. If you don't look closely, you won't notice it, but you will be dazzled if you look closely. With Chu Mo's current cultivation base, at first glance, it seems like a thunderbolt suddenly hits his mind , a sweetness in the throat, almost distracted.

This is not an altar, it is obviously a magic circle.

If Chu Mo had just taken even one step toward the middle of the altar to meet him, he might have lost both body and spirit.

Closing his eyes and adjusting his breath for a moment, Chu Mo quickly searched his memory for a way to break the formation, and finally fixed his sight on the eyes on the fist-sized round floor tile in the center of the altar.

That is the exact center of all the patterns on the altar.

Resisting the deterrence, Chu Mo spread out from those eyes, and finally pieced together the painting on the altar.

It was a one-eyed phoenix hanging upside down, with its head upside down, curled up on the altar, its outstretched wings were firmly nailed to the ground by six pillars, its eyes were wide open, and it was staring straight at Chu Mo's direction at the moment.

Looking at that eye, Chu Mo's head was dizzy for a while, as if he was sucked into a bottomless vortex for a moment, surrounded by fiery purgatory.

Amidst the dizziness of being swept down, there is the smell of burning flames in the nostrils.

Fear, sadness, pain, despair, countless negative emotions surged out.

"Why are you the only one alive?"

"Living is so tiring, why not die and relax?"

"What's the use of revenge? It's better to go down earlier to accompany your mother."

"No one cares about you."

"go to hell……"

……

There were many voices in my ears, all of them were full of bewitching.

Chu Mo's eyes were confused, and finally he raised the sword in his hand and put it on his neck.

As Chi Wushang's previous weapon, Fuyun is undoubtedly a sharp sword, and Chu Mo's body and head will definitely be separated if this sword is used.

Seeing that the blade of the sword was getting closer and closer to the neck, the phoenix eyes seemed to be shining brightly, and the faint red light smudged along the altar layer by layer, looking very beautiful.

At this moment, Chu Mo's hand holding the sword suddenly flipped.

Fuyun let go.

It turned into a ray of light and pierced straight towards the phoenix eyes!

"Zheng!"

The tip of the sword suddenly sank into the eyes of the phoenix.

The shrill and sharp phoenix cry poured out from the engraved pattern, and under the impact of the huge sound wave, Chu Mo hit the barrier heavily, his internal organs seemed to be shattered, and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.

Chu Mo got up slowly, wiped off the blood on his lips with a handkerchief, stuffed another healing medicine into his mouth, and then looked up at the phoenix in the center of the altar.

Fuyun is not an ordinary sword. When Chi Wushang handed it to Chu Mo, it was a rare high-grade spiritual weapon. Afterwards, he followed Chu Mo through the thunder disaster. Although the quality has not improved, it has the mighty power of thunder Although it is not invincible, its sharpness is rare in the world.

What's more, the phoenix eye is the weak point of this formation. If Chu Mo's attack with the sword normally would not be successful, but just now it was driving the formation to confuse Chu Mo. It pierced half of the sword body, and densely packed small cracks spread outward with Fuyun's sword body, extending to Chu Mo's feet.

After adjusting his breath for a while, and suppressing the churning spiritual power, Chu Mo walked towards the center of the altar.He walks calmly, as if taking a stroll in a garden, but upon closer inspection, there is a peculiar rhythm to his steps.

Standing on Fengwen's neck, Chu Mo lowered his head to look at Fengyan under the sword, but did not move for a long time.

"Chirp..."

A crisp bird song came from the phoenix pattern.

Immediately, a thick voice sounded in Chu Mo's mind: "Human beings, let me go."

Chu Mo suddenly laughed, "I thought you couldn't speak."

But he didn't pay attention to what it said, put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and exerted force downwards, the body of the sword sank deeper, and the crack that was originally as thin as a hair instantly collapsed even further.

"No reason!"

"I am the ancient golden phoenix, how courageous you are! You haven't drawn your sword yet!"

Chu Mo turned a deaf ear, moved his wrist holding the hilt of the sword, and the sword turned, and cracks and cracks could be heard all around his ears.

"stop!"

"Don't you want to pass it on? I'll give it to you!"

Chu Mo looked down at Jin Feng's cracked eyes, "Inheritance?"

Seeing that he finally responded, Jin Feng seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "That's right, as long as you pull out the sword, I can pass on the inheritance of this palace to you."

"Thank you." Chu Mo nodded his thanks.

Human beings are always greedy, Jin Feng was delighted, and waited for Chu Mo to draw his sword, but after a while, seeing that Chu Mo was still motionless, he couldn't help being a little anxious, and pressed down for a while, seeing that he still didn't move, and even loosened his grip. Kaishou looked at the patterns on the surrounding pillars with great interest, with a relaxed expression and the posture of studying it in depth.

Seeing that the crack opened by the sword was getting bigger and bigger, and Chu Mo still didn't move, Jin Feng finally couldn't help it, "How on earth do you want to pull the sword away?"

"Cultivation techniques, spirit tools, spirit stones, including this fairy palace." Jin Feng bewitched, "As long as you pull out the sword, they are all yours."

Chu Mo's eyes were still focused on the pillars, and the patterns on those pillars were very clear at this moment, he remembered seeing similar patterns somewhere, but he couldn't remember what formation it was, so he nodded, "Thank you. "

Seeing that he was still not agitated at all, and he didn't even bother to pay attention to himself, Jinfeng couldn't help being anxious, and the whole altar began to shake, "Human beings, don't be greedy enough to swallow elephants, don't go too far!"

The shaking subsided, and the cracks on the ground grew bigger.

After constructing the formations on these pillars in his mind, and looking away, Chu Mo asked, "You said you were an ancient golden phoenix, how did you end up sealing your soul here?"

"I advise you to let go of your own business!" Jin Feng snorted.

"Okay." Chu Mo responded, took out a record jade slip, and started to trace the pattern on the pillar.

Jin Feng was out of breath, but was at a loss for words.

After a while, seeing Chu Mo stop, he asked, "How do you know that I am a sealed soul, not a weapon spirit?"

Chu Mo put away the jade slips, the corners of his lips curled up, and he turned his head to look at Jinfeng, with a sly smile in his eyes, "I guess, is it correct?"

"You!" Jin Feng was furious, "How dare you play tricks on me!"

But soon, Chu Mo's expression that seemed to be a smile was not a smile, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on its head.

Seeing Chu Mo's hand on the hilt of the sword, it finally realized that this human being was completely different from those who came before.

"and many more!"

"What? I just want to lick the sword," Chu Mo stroked the lines on Fuyun's hilt with his palm, "Isn't this what you asked me to do just now?"

But your actions don't look like you want to fuck it.

Jinfeng didn't dare to say it. Seeing Chu Mo's wrist move slightly, it said quickly: "I am willing to sign a spiritual pet oath with you! When the time comes, everything I protect, including me, will be yours!"

"it is good."

Hearing Chu Mo's blunt answer, Jin Feng suddenly came back to his senses, feeling that he had been fooled.

But Chu Mo didn't give it a chance to repent. He lightly touched Fuyun's sword with his finger, and the bright red blood flowed along the blade into the phoenix's eye. After a while, a golden light flew out from the phoenix's eye, circling around Chu Mo flew around, and finally attached to Chu Mo's outstretched right wrist reluctantly.

Seeing the gorgeous golden phoenix tattoo on his wrist, Chu Mo was a little disgusted, "Can you hide it?"

As an ancient divine beast, Jinfeng Zongheng has never been wronged like this for many years.Not only did he recognize a small cultivator who was not as good as a golden core, but he was forced to condescend to attach it to his wrist, and he was also despised that the pattern on his body was too ugly, really...

Chu Mo held the hilt of the sword and lifted it up, only to hear a click, and the altar cracked.

Jin Feng subconsciously concealed her figure.

Looking down and seeing his wrist regain its fair appearance, Chu Mo smiled, "Good job."

"Human, I'm not afraid of you." Jin Feng said coldly, perhaps because he had recognized the Lord, its voice was no longer the thick voice before, but a clear male voice, similar to Chu Mo's voice, but It is more lively and enthusiastic, even if it is cold, it is not scary.

"I know." Chu Mo nodded, "But since you have recognized me as the master, you should call me the master."