The Lord of Ghost

A huge sword flattened the entire manor, and the emperor was cracking a canyon that runs north and south by hardening.

Everything was drowned in the sword shadow, and the Yu Yun of Diwei still echoed in the canyon.

soon.

When all the dust is settled, when the smoke is dispersed, the living people are only "Gongsun Sword Dance".

He looked around everything around him, where he watched, and became gray soil.

"Haha ... haha ​​... hahahaha."

He laughed suddenly and looked so weird in the silent ruins.

Under a sword, Gongsun Xuanjian, who spent a huge price, died.

Mo Yan also fell under this trick.

As for Mo Li himself, he glanced at the meat of the broken arms not left not far away, and the dead could no longer die.

He stepped on cloth boots and walked step by step on the rubble ruins, and the crisp echo permeated until the steps stopped in front of Mo Li's body.

"It's really miserable! The fragile body ..."

"Gongsun Jianwu" murmured to himself, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was so familiar.

Having said that he grabbed Mo Li's bones, picked up the flesh and blood one after another, and collected it.

At this time, the eyes of the broken corpse suddenly opened, and the blood -red ghost eyes of the pupils of the ghost eyes were eye -catching, as if the corpse was scary.

Guru ...

The scarlet eyes rolled down the ground.

"Gongsun Jianwu" smiled and stepped forward to pick up his eyes.

Smoke and dust gradually sank. Just as he bent his waist and picked up the eyes on the ground, he slowly came to a figure in the distance, stepping on the cracking of the rubble, and echoing his heart.

The moonlight fell, and the face of the person was clear.

Mo Yan, Mo Li's guardian.

At that time, the four eyes looked at each other, and Gongsun Jianwu lifted his mouth: "Well, leave."

Having said that Mo Yan glanced at the broken limbs on the ground, silent, seemed to feel the charm of the terrorist sword.

After simply packed the minced meat, the two went away quickly and wiped out the traces of the treasures.

They use the spatial formation method to continuously transmit it, and every time they are transmitted to one place, they will inevitably destroy the formation and the eyes.

In the end, after the endless escape, they came to the [Liuyun Mountains], a remote primitive area.

Looking at the last thunderwood into ashes, Gongsun Jianwu still cautiously took out the [Congeniabao Gourd] to erase the traces, and shielded the fog of the sky to peep.

At this time, it was late at night, and there were all kinds of silent hunting and killing in the primitive mountains.

He walked to the edge of the cliff, because the eyes of the teleportation formation were placed in the cave at the cliff, which was concealed.

Looking at the vast dense planting quilt and the bright moon in the sky, he opened his arms, greeted the whistling mountain breeze, and enjoyed the feeling of living

Simply gave birth to the fire, Mo Li controlled Gongsun Jianwu's body sitting next to the fire, his eyes reflected the flames of burn.

In fact, according to the initial plan, he intends to directly remove Gongsun Jianwu and kill a general under the future of Qin Yang.

You can wait for Gongsun Jianwu to come back. He used a large number of disciples of the Gongsun family to perform experiments and found that he could control the other party while the other person's will collapse, and belongs to his own mark under the soul.

This mark refers to the secret method of [Control Soul Sutra], and uses the ability of the pupils of ghost eyes to take the soul of the soul, and formed a new soul -controlling secret.

Similar to the secret method of [Soul -Control Cordyworm], the former requires tapeworms as a medium, and the latter requires the pupils of ghost eyes as a medium.

The worm can control the enemy with several times its strength, and the secret law of Mo Li is not good, but it can only be similar.

But the advantage is that it can retain consciousness, unlike the control of the tapeworm, it is just an unconscious puppet.

So he changed his plan and planned to plant his secrets in Gongsun Jianwu's divine soul to make him his own general.

Mo Li calls this secret: ghost slave seal.

But this method has a great failure, because after the will of the creatures collapse, even if they are alive, they are numb and they are numb.

Therefore, Mo Li thought of a wonderful cruel way.

That is to kill all the cherished things of Gongsun Jianwu, so that his world is only hate, and the endless hatred of Mom Li is alive and the motivation for cultivation.

Therefore, he constantly provokes the fragile nerves of Gongsun Jianwu and wants the other party’s will ...

Suddenly, the sword spirit in the sword was far beyond his imagination and completely killed the subject.

The residual soul trapped in Gongsun Luo's body unexpectedly escaped the exploration of Sword Spirit, and Gongsun Sword Dance unexpectedly torn off the white cage with a god sword and put him out!

Since then, Mo Li has aroused the corner of his mouth:

"The bugs of the hundreds of feet are dead without stiffness."

"It can only be said that the world is impermanent. In this world of weird Lu Li, the accident is always unexpected, who can think of it!"

He wanted to kill Gongsun Jianwu and obtained a villain.

However, Mo Li chose to immerse his world darkness and slowly wear the hope of Gongsun Jianwu, which is a more exciting road.

He didn't know if this was the fate of changing Gongsun Jianwu to become the general of the Qinyang war. After looking at the system, the villain value did not increase.

He speculated that he might need to completely pull Gongsun Jianwu into the darkness. After all, Gongsun Jianwu hasn't changed its fate yet.

The fire continued to burn, Mo Li looked at the night sky outside the cliff, his eyes were deep.

A week later, Mo Li used all the heavenly treasures to reshape the original chaotic body, after all, it is still the original habit of using the body.

But even after the meat weighs, it still has a great hit.

The characteristics of the immortal body were shattered and torn apart by the sharp sword intent, and the efficiency of absorbing spiritual energy was no longer as good as before.

Fortunately, the ghost eye pupil regenerated, which was his most promising trump card.

And the high priest was not dead in this situation! This really surprised Mo Li.

"It seems that this old guy has hidden a lot of tricks!"

However, the high priest seemed to be traumatized and fell into a deep sleep. It is unknown when he will wake up.

Afterwards, Mo Li branded Gongsun Jianwu's soul with the [Ghost Slave Seal], and truly became the master of Gongsun Jianwu. A thought can make Gongsun Jianwu disappear into ashes.

"Hate me?" Mo Li suddenly said.

"If you want revenge, you have to practice well, otherwise you will never have a chance!"

As he said, he threw the magic sword in his hand and it fell in front of Gongsun Jianwu.

Mo Li's sword talent is okay, and the magic sword is extremely repulsive to him. On the contrary, Gongsun Jianwu, a monster with [Taixu Sword Body], is far more suitable than him.

Glancing at Gongsun Jianwu's dark and murderous eyes, Mo Li sneered softly.

He knew that he succeeded.

He successfully created a demon, a demon filled with hatred in the world. This is his most perfect work of art and the sharpest blade.

Although he didn't know when this double-edged sword would strike him, Mo Li liked the excitement of licking blood on the tip of the blade.

But this success is not just that.

Although there were accidents in the process and he almost died, the result was going in his direction.

This result is not as simple as enslaving Gongsun Jianwu. He wants more than this, but it takes time to bear fruit.

At this time, Mo Li slowly walked out of the cave. It was already night, and the night of [Liuyun Mountain Range], the clamor of roaring predators usually runs through the whole night.

He raised his head, looked at the cold moon in the distance, and said: "Speaking of which, the time for the opening of the ruins is almost here!"

"Qin Yang, I am looking forward to meeting you again!"

He and Qin Yang have been fighting to the death since the time of Xuanyang Holy Land.

And he also said that he would go back to Xuanyang Holy Land. He would personally ask for this revenge.

……………………

On the other side.

The capital, the Sword Intent Canyon.

Qin Yang was late, and he was amazed at the crack that appeared out of thin air and cut off the north and south.

One sword opened the sky, and one sword cut off the eternity. The flowing sword intent was like a river condensed into substance, spreading in the broken mountains and rivers.

The terrifying sword rune cut off the spying of the long river of time. Some old monsters wanted to trace the past, but they were all crushed by the sword intent.

Qin Yang frowned. What happened to such a terrifying sword trace?

In the dark, he felt that something had changed.