The Lord of Ghost

【Eastern Wasteland】, a poor place in the Dao Realm.

But in such a place with scarce spiritual energy, a great emperor who amazed the world came out in the last era.

This place seems to have a magical power, which attracts Mo Li to come.

For Mo Li, Eastern Wasteland can be regarded as his hometown.

But in fact, Mo Li himself does not know why the original Mo Li came all the way to the barren Eastern Wasteland.

The world is vast, the mountains and rivers are endless, but the original Mo Li chose 【Xuanyang Holy Land】!

"Huh..." Stepping into this area with thin spiritual energy, Mo Li took off his black hood and breathed in the familiar breath.

After several months of adaptation, the pus-filled body that was originally soaked with the toxin of the immortal medicine has also improved, but it still cannot be expelled from the root. His body is struggling between the festering of the blood-red toxin and the healing of the life force.

The poison of the mandragora flower has penetrated into the blood and flesh cells, spreading to his limbs and bones. The festering pain has been haunting him like a nightmare from beginning to end.

Yes, he has been enduring the continuous pain of the poison erosion when he was in the Xingyu Dynasty.

And this pain continues to increase with time.

For Mo Li, whether it is rotting or stinging, it is proof that he is alive. The pain means that he is still alive.

Of course, this is also one of the reasons why he is unwilling to fight with Yuan Jiu. At that time, his internal organs were severely rotten. Although it cannot be seen from the outside, only he knows the real situation.

And now, the internal organs are more severely rotten.

The reason why he can resist the poison of the immortal medicine is entirely because Mo Li and the Qinglian in his body devour the life essence of the mandragora medicine desperately.

The magic medicine is a medicine, but it can also be a poison.

But the poison can be continuously assimilated and spread, and the life essence will eventually be exhausted. After all, it is the poison of the immortal medicine. It is enough to shock the world that it can survive until now.

To be honest, Mo Li can accept such a price.

Because he believed that everything was fair, he had so many lives on his hands, this was his retribution, Mo Li accepted it calmly.

"Let's go, before that, let's go to an old place first."

Mo Li greeted Gui Yi and Gui San.

And the old place he was talking about was: [Suzaku Ancient City].

[Suzaku Ancient City], a holy place where alchemists gathered, because it was said that this was the place where Suzaku fell, and the fire of Suzaku was steaming in the spiritual energy, which was particularly suitable for alchemy.

Soon, Mo Li stepped into the Suzaku Ancient City.

Today, the old place is less prosperous.

Because of the death of Mr. Xiao and the fall of the saint-level alchemist, the popularity of Suzaku Ancient City has declined a lot, and the Xiao family branch that took root here has also returned to the main family in Zhongzhou because of Xiao Xiaobao.

Today, the Xiao family mansion is guarded by only a few disciples.

Mo Li walked on the quaint streets, and the wine flag was still waving.

"Boss, give me a jar of [Fire Wine]!"

Fire Wine, also called Fire Green, is brewed from the spring water flowing with the power of the Vermillion Bird in the [Vermillion Bird Ancient City]. The moment you drink it, it feels like being burned by a raging fire, but after a short period of spiciness, it is an endless sweet aftertaste.

A few years ago, he and Xiao Xiaobao drank this strong wine when they were brothers.

Putting the wine into the gourd, Mo Li continued to go to his destination.

In theory, the Xiao family has gone, and no one here can make a heaven-defying elixir. For Mo Li, this place has no meaning at all.

Yes, it seems meaningless, but Mo Li realized something belatedly.

Some wonderful things, he didn't understand at the beginning, but now he has peeled off some of the clouds.

So, not long after, he arrived at his destination.

Vermillion Bird Ancient City, Black Street, Black Shop.

Yes, it is this black shop, where Mo Li was cheated at the beginning.

A few years have passed, and time seems to have only left a little dust. Standing at the door, there is still no plaque on the threshold. The gilded [Black Shop] plaque is still placed in a corner that no one cares about, but it is particularly simple and clean.

"Boss, are you doing business?"

The boss stood up immediately when he heard the word "business" on the recliner inside the store.

The shopkeeper was a thin man with a strange plate on his waist, which seemed to be a Bagua plate, carved from an old stone slab. His fox-like cunning eyes remained unchanged.

"Hey... this guest... No, why is it you! Mo Li?"

"Why are you here?"

The shopkeeper looked at the other person's appearance, his eyes were full of surprise, and he subconsciously said his name.

But then he subconsciously closed his mouth.

Mo Li smiled. Now he has changed his appearance, even his soul and breath are different. The other party can call him, and Mo Li has already made a judgment.

Back then, he was still young and came to the [Black Shop] on the Black Street to find medicine. He opened his mouth and asked directly if there was any holy medicine.

The shopkeeper also saw the source of his scars.

After that, in order to understand the recipe and medicinal materials of [Reshaping Pill], Mo Li also occasionally came to the black shop to trade.

He and the shopkeeper only met a few times during this process.

"Long time no see... I hope you are well."

"I hope... I hope you are well..." The shopkeeper smiled.

"You seem surprised to see me?"

Shopkeeper: "Didn't you die in a river?"

As everyone knows, at the end of the fragment of the fairyland secret realm, Mo Li jumped into the surging sword river and never heard from him again.

"River? Which river are you talking about?" Mo Li stared at the other person's eyes and smiled lightly.

"Sword River? Or... the Styx?"

Mo Li's beads suddenly rolled down, and the last two words fell into the shopkeeper's heart lake like falling stars, stirring up ripples.

"You...how do you know the Styx? No, how do you know it now?"

The surprise in the shopkeeper's eyes said it all. This was something he never expected.

At that time, Mo Li took out the fiery wine in the gourd and smiled.

"The emotions in people's eyes cannot be faked. Although it was only a short moment, I think I was not wrong."

"I couldn't see through it back then, but now, it's not too late."

After the words fell, Gui Yi walked out of the shadows, and the breath of the saint was suddenly suppressed.

The shopkeeper's eyebrows suddenly became deep. At this moment, he found that he couldn't see through Mo Li.

"I think there should be a story between you and me."