In an instant, the red light was pervasive, and in all directions around Qin Mo's body, there were swirling red wheels, blocking the entire space.

"Good guy, this is the [Tyrannosaurus Wheel] of the Dragon Steering Pavilion! One of the Zhen Sect Masters of the sect, that red-robed young man is Long Jincheng of the Dragon Helm Pavilion, the top five masters of the Earth Vein Heavenly Tower!"

In the crowd on the ground, some people exclaimed, recognizing the origin of the red-robed young man, but they didn't expect that this big master of the Dragon Steering Pavilion would suddenly make a difficulty, and before entering the Martial Palace, he would come to Qin Mo for trouble, which was a bit of a big bully.

"Humph!"

Qin Mo frowned slightly, his expression was cold, the sword light under his feet lit up, and the [Sword Step] suddenly appeared, and his body moved, and it was already shot out.

In an instant, hundreds of Qin Mo's afterimages appeared, each of which was lifelike, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

Immediately after, these afterimages shot out and crashed into a red light wheel, one after another, one after another, and a dense explosion sound was heard, which actually hit a point accurately.

In the distance, some strong people could see it clearly, and they couldn't help but widen their eyes, the phantoms that Qin Mo separated were actually all lethal, what kind of body martial arts is this?

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the blockade formed by the [Tyrannosaurus Wheel] was torn open a gap, and Qin Mo rushed out, his speed like lightning, and swept towards the Martial Hall Group in mid-air.

In the middle of the flight, he turned his head to look and saw the appearance of the red-robed young man clearly, and then snorted coldly, and his figure had disappeared at the end of the martial rank.

"Huh...... However, the next time I meet you, I won't leave my hand and kill you with all my might!" The red-robed young man sneered, his robe flew up, his body was like a ghost, and he also rushed towards the martial palace group.

Meanwhile.

On the periphery of Xiling Square, a group of people stood up, looking at Qin Mo's back, and couldn't help but let out a voice of regret in unison.

"It's a pity, in front of the public, Long Jincheng is not good at making a dead move! Otherwise, Qin Mo, this little cub, will definitely have pros and cons on the spot!" A strong man from Luoyue Peak whispered, gritting his teeth, as if he hated Qin Mo very much.

Among this group of people, there are also other powerhouses of the Dragon Helm Pavilion and Luoyue Peak, the person at the head, with a silver robe and a brocade belt, and a handsome face, it is Shang Choxing, who was seriously injured before.

At this time, Shang Qixing's demeanor was as usual, and he couldn't see a trace of injury, as if the injury had healed.

However, those who know the inside story know very well what a huge price Falling Moon Peak has paid in order to treat Shang Shuxing's injuries.

Because, Shang Choxing's injuries can be healed, thanks to the magic needles sold by the "Feather Pavilion".

It is true that some time ago, when the "Feather Pavilion" opened, Mr. Yu also magnanimously said that regardless of the offensive actions of Luoyue Peak before, Luoyue Peak can also buy divine needles, and the price will not be raised.

However, the injuries suffered by Shang Shuxing were not so simple to treat, and it took nearly 10 million upper-grade True Yuan Stones and more than 100 healing needles before and after he was able to heal.

After paying nearly 10 million upper-grade True Yuan Stones, even Luoyue Peak felt a little unbearable, but fortunately, Shang Shuxing's injuries were healed, and his strength was still refined, so it was not a loss.

"It's too much to attack and kill a junior in public. There are many ways to erase a seedling, so there's no need to rush. When the martial hall trial is over, we have time to deal with the Qianyuan Sect slowly. ”

Shang Qixing said slowly, smiling, like a spring breeze, every word and deed has a sense of righteousness and brightness.

The rest of the people echoed one after another, and they were extremely afraid and jealous of this heir of the Sword King's lineage, and they did not dare to disobey in the slightest.

Burst......

At this moment, a strange sound sounded, which made everyone stunned, and immediately, a pungent smell came, very unpleasant, to be exact, it was simply stinky.

Who's farting!?

The faces of the group changed, and they all wanted to cover their noses, but they suddenly remembered something and stopped moving.

Then, one by one, the expressions of the people stiffened, trying to maintain the facial muscles, so that the expressions looked natural, as if nothing had happened.

Because, they know who the fart is, it is Shang Shuxing.

The divine needles sold in the "Feather Pavilion" to treat his injuries certainly healed Shang Choxing's injuries and made his cultivation more refined.

However, it also left a sequelae, that is, Shang Choxing will fart from time to time, and it is difficult to control. Moreover, with the high cultivation of the realm, it is even irrepressible, and the smell of fart is very unpleasant, smelly, and disgusting.

Even, Shang Chuxing sometimes woke up in his sleep, and once fainted.

For such sequelae, the masters of Falling Moon Peak came to the conclusion that the efficacy of the divine acupuncture is still continuing, and the body is constantly emitting impurities.

Sou!

Shang Qixing's figure was blurred for a while, and it had disappeared, but it was actually a big body that moved, and he immediately fled away.

At this time, the group of people who stayed in place also stayed away one after another, not daring to stay here, it was too stinky, it stinked to death!

In the distance, at the top of a tall building, Shang Qixing's figure reappeared, and he stood at the tuyere, letting the stench on his body dissipate.

Shang Choxing's face was distorted, as hideous as a ghost, and after his injuries healed, his cultivation was certainly refined. However, it is a nightmare that you have to fart all the time, and you may lose face all the time, which is simply a nightmare, and it is also a great shame for the sword king.

"The surname Yu, you'd better not plant it in my hands in the future, otherwise, I'll make your life worse than death!"

"That surnamed Yu is unfathomable, I'm afraid the master can't deal with him, so I can only endure it for the time being. Then let's take the Thousand Yuan Sect first, this time, we must do it thoroughly. Can't let the Thousand Yuan Sect escape like it did more than a hundred years ago......"

......

At the same time.

In a courtyard in the main city, this place is filled with a faint black air, even in the daytime, it is extremely gloomy.

In the yard, every grass and tree was contaminated with a faint black gas, and the vegetation withered one after another.

In the center of the courtyard, a large vat was placed, in which boiling blood was placed, and a figure was seated.

Gurgle......

The blood boiled, emitting a blood mist, and a trace of it merged into the figure, forming a complex and strange blood-colored pattern on its surface, which seemed to be a pattern.

Blood-colored pattern!

After a long time, this figure stood up, and in the blood mist, the terrifying blood map on his body slowly disappeared, revealing his true face.

If the big man in the main city of Xiling was present, he would definitely be able to recognize that this person was a member of the etiquette group sent by the Northern King, and he was also a rare martial arts genius under the command of the Northern King, who was not yet 30 years old. This time, when he came to the main city of Xiling, he was instructed by the king of the north to participate in the martial arts trial.

It's just that this person's body has long been occupied by a ghost in the woods outside the main city.

"Ho-ho-ho...... The power of this blood sacrifice has been fully integrated into the [Ghost King Advent Map], which is enough to destroy the Martial Hall and shake the foundation of the entire Xiling Battle City. ”

The strange and eerie laughter came from this person's mouth, very cold, without a trace of human taste.

At this time, in the shadow of the courtyard, a person suddenly appeared, with a bright helmet and iron armor, and a burly body, who was the leader of the Northern King Rite Regiment.

"Just as the blood sacrifice is over, let's hurry up! This operation can only succeed, not fail!" the leader said in a low voice, his tone full of coldness.

"Yes. Don't worry, my lord, I will complete the task even if the natal ghost crystal collapses. ”

The man bowed, and then his body moved, and it was already shot out, heading towards Xiling Square.

......

Rumble......

At the end of the martial steps, the light door opened, and one after another figures rushed into it and disappeared, and Qin Mo was also one of them.

In the light gate, Qin Mo only felt that his body sank, as if he had passed through some kind of barrier, and this feeling was as if he had jumped into the water.

The next moment, he was already wearing it, standing in a strange place.

All around, the fog is vast, and the earth qi is scattered into fog, filling this space, which is very mysterious and solemn.

Looking around, one after another martial halls were towering, located in this space, and a terrifying aura was intertwined, which was the aura emanating from the halls.

Here, the breath of each martial hall is completely different, some are as calm as Yue, some are soft as water, and some are as hot as flames......

"Does every martial hall represent a peerless martial arts inheritance? There are so many palaces, I'm afraid there are more than 10,000 of them, and the Xiling Battle City has sealed so many amazing martial arts, which is really unfathomable!"

Qin Mo muttered to himself in a low voice, shocked. It is true that in his previous life, he had also heard that the ten major battle cities of the Zhentian Kingdom were all unfathomable.

However, through personal experience in this life, I truly understand the depth of the heritage of a war city!