The Lord of Ghost

Standing in the middle of the ancient road, Mo Li threw away the blood -stained head and wiped the blood splattered on his face.

The Gongsun family is a famous big family in the [Digan Dynasty]. He killed the Gongsun family, and naturally there would be a large number of monks who wanted to kill him.

At this point, Mo Li had red eyes.

Looking at the endless monks, he became more excited, and the blood in his body was burning.

As the spiritual body of devouring is turned into ghosts that enhance their heritage, his strength has also increased in killing.

"Come on! It's not you die today! Or you!"

"kill!"

After drinking a loud sound, he broke out again, and every time he went all out, but all the stays were cruel to himself.

"Go! Get down! Just take it, double the reward!" The city owner inspired in the air.

Those scattered or family disciples saw this, and they also hit chicken blood.

After all, people have a lot of strength, and they can be able to die.

"Not self -raising!"

Alas!

Mo Li's figure dissipated, his hands were raised, and he cut down his head accurately.

"This kid is too weird, as long as he restrains his actions, he can win!"

During the speaking, someone showed a mystery. The large blue fluorescence enveloped and integrated into the air, and the water vapor suddenly became sticky and humid.

After a while, the city was raining down.

It was just that the rain was thick and thick, and his body was a little bit heavy.

Moreover, the rainy rain on the ground was particularly sticky, like a thick resin, wrapped around the feet that set foot on the ground.

Step ...

As Mo Li's footsteps gradually slowed down, he stopped.

"Look, his figure is slow!"

During speaking, a few Xuanhuang chains were pulled out of the void, and one hand was tied to Mo Li.

It's the city owner!

Everyone cheered.

However, the next second, the wrapped figure gradually dispersed into the spots in the glory, and the corresponding corpse did not far away.

Hands and knives and fell, simply decisive.

Where the blade is, it must be the soul of sticky blood.

"Shuang ... It is full of cells with cells!" Mo Li smiled wildly and enjoyed this romance that belonged to him.

The blood gradually fainted the clouds. Under the dusk, the sunset reflected a thick layer of dry blood.

With the holy -grade floating clouds, Mo Li is like a fish to get water. This degree of spells can't trap him at all.

Wherever the blade is, the corpse is separated, regardless of whether it is forced or stubbornly resisting, it will have to die and turn into his nutrients!

As the twilight became stronger, the city gradually became quiet, but Mo Li's excitement continued, and he couldn't control his hand!

Those hands that excite and tremble!

He enjoys the thrill of slaughtering, and the hot moments when the blood splashes out.

He knew that he was sick, and he was very sick!

But the bloodthirsty brought by the violent genes in his bones will only make him continue to carnival.

With Mo Yan suppressing in the dark, in this small town, under this bloody feast, he became the only protagonist.

I don't know how many souls were harvested. Mo Li only knew that the dishes made by yourself, and the splattered blood flowed across the neck, which was the delicious oil.

The quiet time passed, the twilight was silent, and the sunset was down.

The blood -stained flag on the tavern fluttered. At that time, a crisp foot was taken from the tavern, and it seemed extremely weird in the empty and silent city.

"Boy, it's not a good thing to kill too much."

An old man who was holding a wine gourd was drunk and walked out.

The twilight of Yu Guang was on his face. He narrowed the dim eyelids, as if just waking up: "The moon tonight is probably red."

"I thought you wouldn't come out."

Mo Yan told him that there was a strong and obscure atmosphere in the city. It should be noted that what he wanted to say was the old man who was drinking in front of him.

"The old man does not want to ignore it, but the blood is too strong, and the wine has changed."

"Besides, the female doll you killed has something to do with me."

Mo Li: "Gongsun family?"

Older: "It's it, after all, I haven't gone back for a long time. I am used to living alone and the relationship is light."

"Do you want to get revenge?" Mo Li narrowed his eyes and asked.

"Nothing, no, no reason, the old man has no reason to revenge ... These people have nothing to do with the old man."

Having said that he looked at the bodies accumulated in the mountains and had no interest.

"It's you, the old man is a bit interested. Speaking of your eyes, your eyes are very beautiful!"

As soon as the words fell, the old -fashioned eyes opened suddenly, and it became sharp.

"Bang!"

The old man had a strong palm and wanted to capture Mo Li, but the Giant Palm was halfway down, and he was cut off by hardships.

"Hey, take him down."

Unexpectedly, the old man was not surprised at the moment when he saw Mo Yan, but frowned: "Sacred saint? No, the severely injured Saint!"

On the contrary, Mo Li was surprised to respond sharply, and he could judge that Mo Yan was injured only through one palm.

At that time, Mo Yan and the old man fought against the old man. The body was blurred and difficult to capture with the naked eye, but the fluctuations from the void were not false.

The thin camel is larger than the horse. Even if it was seriously injured, it was also the former sanctuary, stabilizing the old man.

The situation in the direction of the battle is always uncomfortable.

"Explore!"

At this time, Mo Li decisively use the system.

[Spend 50 villains, you can get the character information]

[Character: Gongsun Xuanjian]

【Bone Age: 1034】

[Realm: Peak of the Venerable Realm]

[Skills: Ten Thousand Swords, Ancient Temple Nine Swords (fragmented), Phantom Sword, Drunken Sword Picking Lantern (secret method)...]

[Secret Treasures: Xiantian Treasure Gourd (broken), Jianmen Token, Pingtian Sword, Qiankun Lamp...]

[Physique: Sword Heart (broken), Sword Eye, Sword Body (broken)]

[Life: Born in the Gongsun family, sword body descended... At the age of 136, he was lucky and went deep into the dangerous place to obtain the Xiantian Treasure Gourd... At the age of 256, he was defeated by Jianmen Jianmingzi, and his sword heart was broken... At the age of 594, he wandered in the world, encountered a secret realm, and learned the fragments of the ancient temple... In the year 753, he met Jianmingzi again, was defeated, and his sword body was broken...]

Soon, Gongsun Xuanjian's life was displayed in front of Mo Li in the form of text.

After reading the information, Mo Li suddenly knew: Gongsun Xuanjian is definitely not simple!

Jianmen, Jian Mingzi, these words are almost the resounding epic of the previous generation. How many talented people and geniuses were suppressed by one man and one sword? Those who can fight with each other are undoubtedly geniuses!

He should be the ancestor of the Gongsun family, and Gongsun Jianwu is his descendant.

In an instant, Mo Li had a new idea when he looked at the ancestor Gongsun.

Perhaps this is a very powerful puppet, and the control of the puppet is the newly obtained scripture magic: [Soul Control Gu Sutra]

At this point, Gongsun Xuanjian took a fancy to Mo Li's mysterious eyes and wanted to dig them out.

And Mo Li took a fancy to the other party. He was going to the Gongsun family, and Gongsun Xuanjian was a very good guard.

"Shang, no matter what means, capture him for me!!"

After speaking, Mo Li retreated at a high speed, leaving the battlefield to the protector.

He did not intend to participate in the battle between the venerables.

The protector of the protector is used to protect the way, and his ideas are his way.

Gongsun Xuanjian frowned, this guy is a bit cunning. .

Without time to think, he glanced in the direction of Mo Li and snorted coldly: "Go, treasure gourd!"

Then, the other wine gourd on his waist suddenly enlarged, and the green luster lingered around the gourd, with a calm but oppressive power.

"Trap him! I want to capture that kid myself!"

As he said, he did not intend to hide his weakness. With a wave of his hand, a fairy sword appeared and floated behind him, while the magic gourd was entangled with Mo Shang.

"Boy, you can't run away."

Mo Shang tried his best to stop him, but the innate treasure gourd shook, and the invisible barrier blocked Mo Shang's movement.

After all, the innate treasure is an innate treasure. Even if it is damaged, it still has great power.

Looking at Gongsun Xuanjian who was dragging Mo Shang and attacking him, Mo Li's nerves were tense.

At that time, the dusk was heavy, and Mo Li quickly went into the dark dense forest.

"Damn it! This guy wants to capture the leader first."

However, the next moment after Mo Li ran wildly, his heart trembled violently, and he tried his best to turn half of his body sideways with muscle memory.

But it was too late. The transparent sword energy cut off his left arm as easily as cutting tofu, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"It's over, kid."

As he said, Gongsun Xuanjian pinched the sword with one hand and recited the cold command of the god of death: "Go!"

The immortal sword suddenly flew out, with a sharp white light, cutting through the space.

Everything returned to silence.