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He stared at Jin Chong with extremely cold eyes for a long time.

Hand, slowly reaching to the door, touching the cold, hideous and terrifying ghost head mask.

Click.

With a slight buckle, the ghost head mask that fit his face very well was finally slowly removed by him.

If Jian Chen was here, he would definitely exclaim in surprise after seeing the face of the Qingshou Ghost King.

Click-click-!

At the same time as he took off the mask, the tall and burly body of the Qingshou Ghost King unexpectedly erupted with a crisp sound like fried beans, and his body, after this crisp sound, was also thinned down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A moment later, what appeared in front of Jin Chong, except for the green shirt that was a little damaged, was clearly a handsome and elegant middle-aged scholar.

It is no different from when Jian Chen and the others first met Xiao Mohe in the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines that day!

Jin Chong had been staring at the Qingshou Ghost King coldly...... No, Xiao Mohe's movements, until he completely showed his true face in front of him, then snorted coldly and said:

"It's really unseemly, who would have thought that such a dignified person would do some despicable and dirty things behind his back. ”

"Really?"

Xiao Mohe smiled lightly, his voice was no longer the extremely broken sound that was difficult to hear, but it seemed very rich and condensed, and he said disapprovingly:

"What you think is a vile and dirty thing is a big thing for me to pursue all my life. ”

"How big?"

Jin Chong sneered and sneered: "For the sake of these so-called big things, you can ignore the friendship of your comrades, ignore the brotherhood, and ignore the friendship between life and death, and plot against your brother for decades, as well as his family?"

"You know...... What?!"

Jin Chong's words poked at Xiao Mohe's pain point, and with every word he spoke, his elegant face became cold, and when Jin Chong talked about the friendship between life and death, his complexion was already difficult to see.

Finally......

Boom!

The cyan thunder was sheng, enveloping Xiao Mohe's whole body, and the thunder was great, which also interrupted what Jin Chong wanted to say later.

Brush-!

Just when this cyan thunder was rising, Xiao Mohe finally couldn't bear Jin Chong to continue, his body flickered, and he was also wrapped in the power of thunder, after changing back to Xiao Mohe from the Qingshou Ghost King, his attack method was no longer unreasonable and domineering, but instead made this thunder like a ghost.

Jin Chong's words were stuck in his throat, although he thought that he was not Xiao Mohe's opponent, but he also had an understanding of the martial arts of the previous Qingshou Ghost King.

Jian Mozuka's unique method of turning the world is very strange, Jin Chong has been hiding in Tibet for many years, and his comprehension of this body method has already reached the realm of Dacheng, so when he provokes Xiao Mo with words, he also has quite confidence, and he is not afraid of his sudden killer at all.

But the situation was quite unexpected.

The burly Qingshou Ghost King's light skills were not weak, but after turning back into Xiao Mohe, the strange formlessness in his body was instantly magnified to the extreme.

With Jin Chong's eyesight, he could only see the flash of Xiao Mohe's figure when he first exerted his strength, and then he could no longer catch the traces of the other party.

He had only one feeling.

A chill down the spine!

Brush-!

Frightened, he didn't think about it, a sword that condensed the strength of his whole body instantly pulled like a full moon, and the huge blood-red moonlight flashed in an instant, and he pulled forward and behind him, not for attack but for defense, and tried all his strength, just to make the cold feeling on his back subside.

However......

"Where are you chopping?"

When the blood-red sword light slashed wildly behind him, Jin Chong suddenly heard Xiao Mohe's deep and deep voice sound in front of him.

Shock is no longer enough to describe Jin Chong's mood at the moment.

The chill on his back was not his body's instinctive reaction when he was frightened by Xiao Mohe's speed, but his natural conditioned reflex to the danger that approached him after experiencing countless life and death crises.

His back was cold at the moment of Xiao Mohe's action, which meant that Xiao Mohe must have appeared behind him just now, so he didn't hesitate to do his best to slash out a sword behind him.

There was no turning back arrow when the bow was opened, and there was no possibility of retracting the blood-draining sword that he had slashed with all his strength in a hurry.

Moreover, since Xiao Mohe opened his mouth to speak, it means that he will indeed not give Jin Chong any more chance to adapt!

Click!

Jin Chong, who was about to reluctantly turn around, felt that his neck was tight, and he didn't have time to look at it, and immediately felt that his body was clamped around his neck by a very blazing huge iron tong and lifted up.

Just for a moment, his face suddenly turned red.

Xiao Mohe's cold expression appeared in front of him, cold and murderous.

Bang dang!

The blood-draining sword in the copper furnace of the burial sword pool fell to the ground, Xiao Mohe didn't have any hands left, and while jamming Jin Chong's neck, the other hand was also connected to him, banning his main meridians one by one.

There was a crisp popping sound from the neck bone, Jin Chong's breathing immediately became short, without the support of his strength, his neck was no different from ordinary people, and it was also the most vulnerable part of the human body.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Xiao Mohe stared at him coldly, Qing Lei's flickering right hand continued to increase his strength, watching Jin Chong's face turn from red to white, and then to iron blue again.

"Uh...... Uh......"

It's a pity that Jin Chong can say something, it is extremely difficult to do his best to ensure that the last bit of breath is a thing, after throwing away the blood draining sword, his free hands grabbed Xiao Mohe's right palm indiscriminately, and the cyan thunder thundered his hands to the point that his skin was broken.

But where can it be moved?

"Where's the Codex? ”

Xiao Mo didn't pay attention to Jin Chong's hands, he just quietly raised his left hand, put it in front of Jin Chong's eyes, and asked lightly.

When the words fell, Jin Chong felt that the feeling of poor breathing in his neck weakened a little, although his body was still in the air by Xiao Moheti, but at least, there was no problem in speaking.

didn't rush to pay attention to Xiao Mohe's words, he hurriedly took two breaths for the first time, put his hands on Xiao Mohe's right arm, and didn't care about the thunder and rage, using his arm as the fulcrum, he tried his best to stand up, and pushed the neck bone that had begun to be dislocated back into place.

"My patience is limited. ”

Xiao Mohe let Jin Chong do it, and when he saw that his face was a little better, he said in a light tone.

"Thought you really didn't care about that?"

After Jin Chong felt better, the first thing he said was still mocking Xiao Mohe.

"You really talk a lot of nonsense. ”

Xiao Mohe's face turned cold, and his right hand suddenly began to be strengthened again, and he said sharply: "What do you think about having that codex? I asked you for it, just to satisfy my boring curiosity." ”

"I'd like to see what that old man Luo Litian will write about me, that's all!" )