"Damn!" the young man in white gritted his teeth and flipped his palm, and a pair of brilliant short swords suddenly appeared in his hand.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be doing this kind of boring resistance. ”

A faint voice came from behind the young man in white at this time, and the young man in white turned pale. Listening to the voice, it seemed to be sticking to his back, but he didn't feel any precursor at all, the other party was so fast!

"What the hell do you want to do?"

The young man in white spoke in a low voice, and there was already a bit of fear in his voice. And it's no wonder. No matter who you are, you will inevitably be afraid if you are posted behind your back without knowing it. If the other party can come behind his back quietly, it means that the other party can also do a lot of things. For example, God unknowingly cut off his own head.

"What I want to do, don't you know?" Mo Chong said lightly.

The white-clothed young man seemed to have just remembered at this time, and immediately said, "Are you thinking of the place where those Ten Thousand Sword Sect monks left?"

Mo Chong said: "Yes." But for now, I'd like to go inside first. You show me the way. ”

Inside naturally refers to the mountain road, the current Corpse Refining Sect Altar, where the former Ten Thousand Swords Sect Mountain Gate is located. As he spoke, Mo Chong pointed five fingers, and the black iron sword blocking the road in front of him immediately 'whoosh', flew back upside down, and reinserted it out of the passage.

Although the young man in white was very reluctant, he did not have the courage to refuse, so he had to move forward. As soon as he took two steps, Mo Chong behind him spoke again: "You'd better not play any tricks." I can take your life at any time. And I can guarantee it. No one in the current Nanliang Kingdom can save you. ”

The young man in white had just wondered whether to fight again with the help of the formation ban after entering the sect, and when he heard Mo Chong's words, he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, and said with a wry smile in his mouth: "How can you be so ignorant of what to do?"

Mo Chong said coldly: "I also hope you won't." ”

Of course, there were more than the dozen or so people Mo Chong had killed just now in the branch altar of this Corpse Refining Sect. After passing through the passage at the entrance. The two of them immediately saw the other Corpse Refining Sect cultivators. But. Mo Chong didn't speak. The young man in white didn't dare to say anything. Just silently moving forward. Although those Corpse Refining Sect monks felt strange in their hearts, one of them was the altar master of their altar here, and the other was a monk who was equivalent to the altar master, and they didn't dare to come up and ask anything, so they just bowed down from afar to give a salute.

Mo Chong, who was walking behind the young man in white, looked at everything in front of him but felt a lot of emotion. It's changed, it's all changed. I can't see it when I'm outside, but I don't know until I come in. The original Ten Thousand Swords Sect. Except for the huge iron sword that was inserted outside before, the other buildings have been demolished and changed, and even half of the main peak of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect has been cut off. Did the Demon Dao Monk once beat the sect, or did the guys from the Corpse Refining Sect later change this place according to their own preferences?

"Are there no more things left from the past?" After walking through most of the sects, Mo Cheng suddenly spoke in a low voice.

The young man in white replied, "It's basically gone." ”

Mo Chong raised his eyebrows and said, "Basically, there are still things that haven't changed?"

The white-clothed young man nodded and said, "The Ten Thousand Swords Sect's library is still there. Except for some precious texts, the rest of them are restored and preserved in it. ”

'Library Pavilion?' Mo Chong shook his head. He hadn't been to this place before when he was a disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. There's no need to go now. He immediately said, "Okay, let's go." ”

The young man in white said, "Let's go!?Where are you going?"

Mo Chong said: "Go and find the people of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, the traces they left behind. Or rather. What you said before was just a lie, and you don't really know anything?"

The young man in white hurriedly said, "I know! I know! I will show you the way immediately!" As he spoke, he turned around and walked towards the mountain gate.

This time, following behind the young man in white, Mo Chong was a little more careful. To leave this place is to leave the base camp of the other party. If the other party wants to make any moves, he will inevitably do so before leaving this place, so he naturally has to be careful.

Maybe it was because Mo Chong was too careful, until he walked out of the narrow mountain road and arrived in the open area outside, the young man in white never moved.

"Didn't Your Excellency say you wanted this iron sword?" Walking out of the mountain road, the young man in white suddenly spoke. The iron sword he was talking about was, of course, the black iron giant sword left by the Eight Desolation Daoists.

Mo Chong shook his head and said, "I can't take it away." Next time. "Mo Chong, this is the truth. If he could take it, he would have collected it just now. Previously, he had discovered that although he was able to rely on the Eight Desolations Sword Qi to drive this huge iron sword, he couldn't make it shrink like an ordinary magic weapon. It couldn't be shrunk, and he naturally couldn't put it in a storage bag or a Qiankun Na. Although it is possible to control it with the Eight Desolation Sword Qi, such a huge sword is too ostentatious and conspicuous. It's better to wait until later to find a way to collect it.

The young man in white nodded, and immediately fled together, flying away into the distance.

Mo Chong's mana urged, and he was about to follow, but the white-clothed young man in mid-air suddenly 'fluttered' and disintegrated into a cloud of black smoke. Mo Chong was stunned for a moment when he saw this, and then realized that he had fallen for the trick. The young man in white didn't know where to adjust the bag, and he only used a phantom to coax himself.

Mo Chong came to his senses and immediately turned around, only to see that the mountain peak building behind the passage was already shrouded in a huge formation prohibition. The young man in white was standing in the middle of the formation, looking at himself and sneering.

'Hmph, it's completely put on the table. Looking at the white-clothed young man behind the formation ban, Mo Chong snorted lightly, then flipped his palm and grabbed a storage bag.

The white-clothed young man who was hiding behind the formation ban and watching Mo Chong immediately changed his face slightly when he saw the storage bag in Mo Chong's hand. The storage bag in Mo Chong's hand turned out to be his. It turned out that when Mo Chong was behind the young man in white just now, in order to prevent him from making any small moves, he quietly touched the other party's storage bag. The young man in white was so worried that he didn't notice that his storage bag had been touched away.

Grabbing the storage bag of the white-clothed young man in his hand, and after opening it and examining it for a while, Mo Chong grabbed a pair of shining short swords from inside. It is the natal magic weapon of the young man in white. The young man in white did not dare to open the formation at this time, and he came out to compete with Mo Chong. can only watch Mo Chong's every move.

I saw Mo Chong grasp this pair of shining short swords in his hands and play with them for a while. Suddenly, there was a flash in his eyes, and he grasped a short sword in each hand, and slashed at each other with great force. I only heard a crisp 'click'. The two short swords were originally a pair, with equal toughness and sharpness, but at this time, they were cut by Mo Chongyun with all his strength, and they were suddenly broken into four.

The white-clothed young man in the formation spurted out a mouthful of blood with a 'poof' at the same time that the two short swords were destroyed. The natal magic weapon is connected to one's own mind. At this time, it was destroyed, and the young man in white himself was not very traumatized. Seeing that the young man in white vomited blood, Mo Chong threw the two severed swords in his hand. However, Mo Chong did not leave there, but sat down cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes and recuperated.

One, two, three...... In the blink of an eye, more than half a month has passed. Mo Chong's people had been sitting outside the mountain gate of the Corpse Refining Sect's branch altar. The monks of the Corpse Refining Sect didn't care much about it for the first two days, and Mo Chong couldn't hurt them anyway. But after a few days, they found that things were not as rosy as they had imagined.

The monks of the Corpse Refining Sect, as long as they dared to take a step out of the mountain gate, they were immediately killed by Mo Chong mercilessly. Any message or signal sent to the outside world only needs to fly out of the mountain gate. They will all be shot down by Mo Chong one by one. No exceptions. The operation of a sect consumes resources every day. At this time, Mo Chong blocked the mountain gate for more than half a month, and the monks of the Corpse Refining Sect couldn't stand it anymore.

The monks above the foundation building period were fine, at least they were able to cut the grain without eating and drinking. But the monks below the foundation building period couldn't stand it, and after more than half a month, they almost wanted to eat people. They can't get rid of the valley below the foundation period. And ordinary food to satisfy hunger came easily, and there were almost no reserves in the mountain gate. For more than half a month, they didn't know how they were subjected. It's just that this place is just a branch of the Corpse Refining Sect, unless there is a major incident, only the branch altar itself will report the matter, and there will be no care from above. They don't report it, and the higher authorities are happy to ignore it.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

On this day, Mo Zheng, who was meditating outside the branch of the Corpse Refining Sect, suddenly heard a violent roar of spells coming from inside the Corpse Refining Sect. The large array that shrouded the mountain gate didn't seem to block the sound, and Mo Chong heard all the voices inside.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Another roar. With the roar, it could be seen that the Corpse Refining Sect cultivators were divided into two factions and were fighting with each other. Mo Chong's eyes flashed when he saw this, is it acting, or are they really in the nest? However, whether it is acting or not, it really doesn't matter, before he Mo Chong is satisfied, don't think of a monk inside.

The shouting and roaring continued for most of the day. When the sound finally subsided, the formation that enveloped the mountain gate of the Corpse Refining Sect was suddenly removed. Then a group of monks came out of it with the young man in white under the pressure of him.

The young man in white at this time was much more miserable than when he met Mo Chong half a month ago. At this time, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, his breath was dying, and he was wearing an iron chain on each side of the pipa bone. Unless there is some amazing secret technique, if the pipa bone is pierced, it is equivalent to a wasted person.

A group of Corpse Refining Sect monks escorted the white-clothed young man in front of Mo Chong, and a powerful man in the middle stage of foundation building hugged his fist at Mo Chong and said, "I don't know what grievances my predecessor has with Gan Ge. However, Gango has now been escorted here by us, and we ask the seniors to let us juniors go for the sake of our ignorance. ”

Hearing the name 'Gango', Mo Chong was slightly stunned. After a while, I remembered that the young man in white in front of me seemed to have reported his name when they met for the first time, that is, his name was 'Gango'. I don't know how he, a monk with a knot, was captured by a group of monks in the foundation building period, and he also wore a pipa bone.

Mo Chong glanced at the dying Gan Ge, turned his face to the pretending big man and said, "If you hand him over to me, you won't be afraid that the Corpse Refining Sect will settle accounts with you in the future?"

The big man in the big suit said: "The news can't be spread, and we will die if we consume it." Such a large array of protectors consumes a lot of spirit stones every day. What's more, although the cultivation of disciples in the Qi cultivation period is not high, the number of disciples is more than ten times more than us. If they unite to rebel, we will not be able to suppress it. ”

Speaking of this, the big man in the strong suit paused and said, "And we also believe that the seniors will not let Gan Ge have any chance to retaliate against us." ”

Mo Chong nodded, waved his hand, and said, "I did accept the person." Go ahead. As he spoke, Mo Chong pulled Gan Ge up by himself first, turning into a light and flying away.

After moving away from the people of the Corpse Refining Sect, the ink conflict suddenly sank, fell to the ground again, threw Gan Ge casually, and said, "It's time for Daoist friends to wake up, right?"

Gango, who was thrown to the ground, remained motionless.

Seeing this, Mo Chong sneered and said, "Heh." If you don't open your eyes again, I'll cut off one of your hands. ”

Mo Chong's words were very effective, and as soon as he finished speaking, Gango, whose eyes were closed, immediately opened his eyes and looked at Mo Chong. There was a bit of fear in his eyes, but also anger and chagrin.

Mo Chong smiled: "You hate me, but those disciples under your sect who gave you to me." ”

Gango spoke, "You...... If you hadn't destroyed my natal magic weapon and traumatized my heart, how could I have been captured by those juniors!?"

Mo Chong shook his head and said, "No, no. If you had obediently led me the way, how could you have ended up today? Now you have one more chance. Show me the way, as long as I find the people of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, or trace their tracks. You're free. Your pipa bone has been pierced, and it is almost impossible to restore your previous cultivation, and I don't care if you let you go. ”

Gango's eyes flashed, and he suddenly laughed out loud and said, "Ha! ha!"

Mo Chong was stunned by his laughter, and said, "What are you laughing at?"

Gan Ge smiled: "What are you laughing at? Of course I'm laughing at you! What is the whereabouts of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect? As long as the people in the Immortal Cultivation Realm know that the people of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect wanted to cross the bamboo fence prairie and go to the legendary Bai Ze Country. But you're still looking for me to show you something!"

"Bai Zeguo?" Mo Chong was stunned again. There is indeed a bamboo fence in the immortal cultivation world, and there is a legend of Bai Zeguo at the other end of the prairie. The flying magic weapon 'Dragonfly Boat' he used back then is said to be the craft of Bai Zeguo. However, the aura of the bamboo fence prairie is very thin, and after the immortal cultivator consumes the mana, it is almost impossible to recover it in that kind of place. How could the people of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect choose to cross the bamboo fence prairie?

When I heard you tell me to lead the way, I thought it was just your pastime for me. If I know you really don't know anything, why should I ......," Gango said, his face remorseful and self-deprecating. (To be continued.) )