Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

Duan Lang turned a deaf ear, advancing the long sword inch by inch until the long sword pierced Mo Yuan's shoulder, leaving only the hilt outside. He stared at Mo Yuan with blood-stained phoenix eyes, and said word by word: "Now kill me!" Immortality does not mean that you will not be able to kill in the future. What you owe me, I will get it back one day."

Mo Yuan's energy surged, and the sword jumped out of his body.

Duan Lang was sent flying backwards by the huge impact, and his back slammed into a stone beside him. A fishy and sweet taste rose in his throat. All sprayed on the stone body.

Just then, a mutation arose.

As if activated, the mortal stone erupted with a glaring white glow. In the white glow, a phoenix soared into the sky, and its golden feathers shone brightly.

With a cry, it spun around in the air, glanced sideways at Duan Lang, and immediately returned to the stone.

As soon as Phoenix entered, the stone fell off automatically, shrunk to the size of a palm, and fell to the ground.

Both of them frowned in surprise at the turn of events, and looked at the stone with uncertain expressions.

In the end, Mo Yuan came back to his senses, and without raising his eyelids, he said to Duan Lang with a sneer, "It won't be too late to speak harsh words to me when Senior Brother has that ability."

After speaking, he no longer looked at Duan Lang, nor at the stone, and turned back to the cave.

Duan Lang gritted his teeth, and the knuckles of the palm holding the sword turned white from too much force.He stared at Mo Yuan viciously, wishing to burn a hole in him.

After a while, he picked up the stone, casually threw it into the storage bag, and walked in.

The familiar pain and coldness came from the Lingtai again, but instead of feeling uncomfortable, he wanted it to keep hurting, reminding him of what he had suffered.

Xiao Hei has been guarding the side of the soft couch, and when Duan Lang lay back on the soft couch, he hastily climbed onto him, tilted his little head, and looked at him worriedly.

Duan Lang felt a warm feeling in his heart, rubbed his fingers on its small head, and coughed weakly twice, "I'm fine."

Xiao Hei, whose brain was only as big as a kernel, immediately felt relieved, slid onto Duan Lang's arm with a chirp, and lay down on his stomach.

It was dropped by the dog owner before, and it is still not well, so it needs to be raised more.

Duan Lang lay down for a while, quietly waiting for the pain at the Lingtai to pass, then he sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and began to look inside at the golden core.

Because he had been using his spiritual power recklessly, the devilish energy on the golden core increased again.But it was different from before, this time it was surrounded by a layer of faint black air, which seemed to be polluted.

Duan Lang didn't know what caused this, and he didn't want to know. What he was thinking about now was how to kill Mo Yuan, a bully man.

The revenge of rape is not shared, he must chop up his penis and feed it to the dogs.

This cave is very safe, and if there are restrictions, it will be difficult for monsters to break in.

Mo Yuan didn't propose to leave, so Duan Lang stayed in the cave all the time, unable to practice, so he took out the Xingling Sword and held it in his palm to practice sword moves or study mental techniques.

Another day later, Mo Yuan probed outside with his divine sense, opened his eyes, and glanced coldly at Duan Lang.

Duan Lang hasn't slept since he woke up, and his eyes are slightly blue.When Mo Yuan passed by him, he raised his eyes to look at him, and said coldly, "Suck out the devilish energy for me."

The tone of his speech has changed significantly. Before, because of fear, he was always involuntarily flattering him, but now he has become tough, even calling it an order.

Mo Yuan paused, lowered his eyes slightly, and looked at him with a half-smile.

Mo Yuan obviously didn't say anything, but Duan Lang understood what he was conveying. He clenched the sword in his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "You suck out the devilish energy, and I allow you to imprint on my consciousness."

Mo Yuan raised his eyebrows, and after a while, without saying anything, he motioned Duan Lang to stand up, and put his hand on his lower abdomen.

After he finished absorbing the magic energy on the golden core, he squeezed Duan Lang's wrist, and said in a cold voice, "Relax."

Duan Lang curled up his fingers involuntarily, wanting to shake off the hand that was holding him, but held back forcefully.He took a deep breath, relaxed himself as much as possible, and opened his sea of ​​consciousness.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he felt a cold consciousness like a snail's touch slowly protruding in.

His back went numb, and he was about to attack subconsciously, but he heard Mo Yuan's cold and deep voice -

"Don't resist, do you want to become a fool?"

His spiritual consciousness is very powerful, which has something to do with his cultivation and also with himself.Duan Lang's spiritual sense is not as good as his, if he chooses to attack rashly, he may be overwhelmed by Mo Yuan's spiritual sense.When Zhihai is injured, he will become a fool who can only giggle and drool.

According to Duan Lang's understanding, the sea of ​​consciousness is a person's psychological world, and it is also the deepest secret of a person's heart.He is very disgusted with Mo Yuan now, and he has the heart to kill him, let alone open his heart to him.

He gritted his teeth, couldn't hold back, and said angrily: "If you have the ability, you can open your mind and let me go in for a try?"

Although he said this, he still tried his best to control the desire to attack, shrunk his consciousness into a ball, and welcomed Mo Yuan in.

Mo Yuan's slightly frowned brows loosened, and he probed into Duan Lang's sea of ​​consciousness with his spiritual sense.

There is a majestic sky, so magnificent that there is almost no end in sight.

In the middle is a dense tree with luxuriant leaves, each leaf is as green as a jewel.

There was a sword standing under the tree. The blade was long and narrow, and the light of the sword was cold.

Duan Lang's Sea of ​​Consciousness is full and sunny, without the slightest shadow.

Mo Yuan suppressed the desire to destroy this place in his heart, branded a trace of his spiritual consciousness onto the tree, and retreated.

"Hmm~" Duan Lang involuntarily let out a muffled groan, and his fair face was stained with a faint blush.

The sea of ​​consciousness is the most sensitive place for monks, even just touching it, the effect is comparable to orgasm, not to mention branding.

Mo Yuan's eyes suddenly became dark, he let go of Duan Lang's hand, and walked towards the entrance of the cave first.

Duan Lang stabilized his mind and followed closely behind.

Without the white mist, the sky outside had returned to darkness, and the low-level monsters began to wander around again.

This time without Mo Yuan opening his mouth, Duan Lang raised his sword and rushed forward.

He wanted to become stronger, and he wanted Mo Yuan to pay the price, so he had to constantly sharpen himself and practice swordsmanship like the original owner did.

That's why he agreed to let Mo Yuan imprint on his spiritual consciousness, because it was difficult to remove the devilish energy, but when his spiritual consciousness became stronger, he could counter-control Mo Yuan.

One killing, one sucking, within three days, almost wiped out all the low-level monsters in the abyss.

On the fourth day, the two returned to the top of the cliff, and then returned to the palace in silence all the way.

Duan Lang didn't go back to the small building, but went directly to Wen Lingquan.

That was the only place with aura, which was helpful for his practice.

Wen Lingquan is still the same as before, the leaves on the shore are blown by the breeze, and the sound is rustling.

Duan Lang took Xiao Hei off his neck and let him play by himself. After taking off his white robe, he slowly stepped into the pool.

The warm water relieved the exhaustion of his body. He sat on the special stone in the pool, leaned his back against the pool wall, closed his eyes, and fell asleep in a relaxed manner.

In the past few days, he killed monsters during the day, feared Mo Yuan at night, and wanted to become stronger, so he practiced desperately.Although the body is not exhausted due to cultivation, the spirit is very tired.

He is still a modern Duan Lang in his bones, when he feels tired, he just wants to sleep.

When I woke up, it was already night, with a dim moon hanging above my head.

Duan Lang stared at the moon for a while, wiped his body clean, and brought Xiao Hei back to the small building.

Mo Yuan was also soaking in the pool, and when he heard the movement from downstairs, he subconsciously pushed out his divine sense.

Seeing Duan Lang wearing a brand new white robe, with wet hair coming back, his black eyes flickered slightly, and a complicated expression appeared on his face.

During the half month spent in the monster abyss, the demonic energy he attracted not only made up for the lost ones, but also increased a lot.According to the usual practice, his body had already started to break down because he couldn't bear the powerful demonic energy, and it was indeed the case.

But the strange thing is that this time the damage was very little, even negligible, which made him start to suspect that everything was because of Duan Lang again.

With a thought, he walked out of the pool, turned around and went downstairs.

Duan Lang already felt that someone was spying on him, and he knew it was Mo Yuan with his toes.He didn't plan to pay attention to him, and dragged the soft couch on the second floor, planning to find a shelter on the third floor.

He has endured enough living with Mo Yuan, and he doesn't want to for a second.

If he didn't know that Mo Yuan would not allow him to move to another place, he wouldn't even want to stay in the same building with him.

When Mo Yuan came down from the fourth floor, he saw Duan Lang dragging a soft couch and walking outside.Seeing him, Duan Lang walked past him without raising his eyelids.

He dodged in front of him, his thin lips parted slightly, "Give me that stone."

Duan Lang raised his eyelids, "That's mine."

After speaking, he bypassed Mo Yuan and continued to walk outside.

Mo Yuan twisted a shallow mark between his brows, immediately activated the mark of divine consciousness, and said in an orderly tone: "Give me the stone."

Duan Lang felt that his whole body was beginning to lose control. He obviously didn't want to, but his hands kept moving, and he took the stone out of the storage bag.

The stone was originally half a height, but now it has become small, only the size of a palm, dark green in color, holding it in the palm of the hand, it is like scooping up a pool of clear water, with colorful waves.

Mo Yuan brought the stone over, divided his consciousness into strands, and probed into it tentatively.In the end, it was like probing into a void, with nothing but blankness.He frowned, looked up at Duan Lang, "What's in here?"

When he was in the cave, he clearly saw that the stone changed after being stained with Duan Lang's blood, which was clearly a manifestation of his recognition of the Lord.Now that Duan Lang knows his brand in the sea, stones shouldn't repel him, but he can't see anything.

Duan Lang really wanted to leave here, but without Mo Yuan's permission, he couldn't move, so he said coldly, "I don't know."

Although the performance of the stone was miraculous that day, all he has been thinking about these days is how to kill Mo Yuan, a bitch, and he has no time to talk to the stone. If Mo Yuan hadn't mentioned it, he would have never thought of it.

Mo Yuan loosened his grip on Duan Lang, and threw the stone back to him, "Use your divine sense to probe, and tell me when you're done."

Duan Langfa was very upset by that commanding tone, and wanted to throw a stone in his face. He took a deep breath to suppress the anger in his heart, held the palm of the stone hard, and thrust his consciousness into the stone.

After a while, he opened his eyes with a strange expression.

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