A Tibetan reincarnation

Chapter 173 The wind wheel and the fog rise!last bet

Five rounds of ancestral training?

In the void, the old man in black who was riding a pig shook his head and sneered. 1 years ago, wasn't it just a holy wheel ancestral teaching that caused the five rounds of war?

"Five rounds of original sin!" The old man in black nodded sadly.Because, Wulunzong really has original sin.Blind man, he just doesn't know the ancestral precepts.

Five rounds of ancestral training is a curse!
Back then, the five great disciples under the Holy Wheel fell apart because of that ancestral precept.

At this time, the old man in black saw everything in his eyes, and his mind was lost.In the Nascent Soul battle, he still didn't show up.However, he looked to the north because he sensed an extremely strong aura.

"Soul transformation?"

The old man in black frowned suddenly.

"Could it be that there are soul-transforming monks in the Bone Sect?" The black-clothed old man couldn't help but slightly tighten his hand holding the black long whip.If it is transformed into a soul, then everything will be different.

In the higher void, Guan Xiong had a playful smile on his face.

"The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole follows! Hehe! Interesting, interesting. Maybe, this time I can really get two soul-incarnating bodies. But, that Mu Jinghong—"

Guan Xiong looked like he was watching from the sidelines, which was very wretched.However, thinking of Mu Jinghong, he frowned.

Bones and ants!

In his eyes, this five-round battle of bones was really not a big battle.Only Mu Jinghong, he really couldn't understand.Therefore, Guan Xiong turned his attention to the direction of Fenglun Mountain.

Wind Wheel Mountain!
Mu Jinghong just arrived at the foot of Fenglun.

At this moment, the battle at Zu Hun Peak seemed to have nothing to do with her.Because, Su Mo has already appeared.She can let Su Mo see her kill five round monks with his own eyes.

Moreover, she wanted to kill Su Mo's most valued Fenglun.

Su Mo belongs to the wind wheel!

Fenglun Mountain is the mountain that stands in front of her.

At this time, the entire Fenglun Mountain was in an extremely strange state.From a distance, Fenglun Mountain seems to be covered with a cloud of blue fog.

In the thick fog, there was sparkling light.

Like the fog like the sea!

The wind wheel and the nine peaks can't be seen clearly.

However, they were floating in the sea of ​​fog again.It was a very strange picture.The wind wheel and nine peaks are like in a painting, but that is also a floating painting.

However, everyone knows that it is a formation!However, it was a formation that no one could understand.

At this time, there were thousands of Bone Disciples outside Fenglun Mountain, and the four monks who formed the alchemy were the leaders.Among them, the one with the highest realm is a Dzogchen in the mid-stage of alchemy.

Fenglun is the weakest branch of Wulun Sect, this is the information of Bone Sect.

In Fenglun Mountain, there is not a single alchemy cultivator.Sending out four pills, the Bone Sect is already fully prepared.

At the beginning, Mu Jinghong didn't tell the Bone Sect about the true combat strength of the Fenglun lineage.However, it was Mu Jinghong's order to encircle and not attack the Fenglun lineage.

For the wind wheel, Mu Jinghong has a different arrangement.

In fact, even without Mu Jinghong's order, facing such a large formation.The four bone pills are also helpless.They didn't understand that formation at all.

"Junior Sister Mu!"

The leader, Dan Zhongqi, saw Mu Jinghong arriving, and hurried up to talk to Mu Jinghong.However, Mu Jinghong ignored him at all.

"Enter the formation!" Mu Jinghong waved one hand.

However, she did not order the disciples of the Bone Sect outside Fenglun Mountain, but the seventeen black soul dead soldiers who followed her closely.

Then, Mu Jinghong took the lead and went straight into the sea of ​​mist in Fenglun Mountain.Not a single one of the seventeen dead ink souls hesitated.It's just that Shen Lang was in front, and the others followed one by one.

Follow Mu Jinghong's footsteps and file in.

Mu Jinghong and the others had just entered the battle.Su Mo is here.They did not miss three breaths before and after.

"Huh?" At this time, the Bone Sect monks outside Fenglun Mountain hesitated slightly.Because they saw that Su Mo was conflicted.

In theory, they should of course block the Su-Mo war.However, Mu Jinghong's words just now were still echoing in his ears.

Who dares to touch Su Mo?I will kill anyone!
Mu Jinghong had already killed a bone knot pill.

Such a crazy woman can do anything.

Who dares to touch her reverse scale?

Then, a rather interesting scene happened.As soon as Su Mo arrived, the bone monks around the mountain hesitated for a moment and then left automatically.No one dared to stand in the way of Su Mo!

It was an embarrassing and ironic scene.

The life and death of Wulunzong seems to be at the moment of death, but they want to make way for a Wulun disciple.

Su Mo didn't know whether to be angry or happy.

However, at this moment, Su Mo was so focused on pursuing Jinghong that he ignored them.He also plunged directly into the wind wheel fog sea formation.

Wind wheel big array!

The moment Mu Jinghong stepped into the formation, Bai Yifeng who was sitting on the seventh peak knew it.However, Bai Yifeng really didn't expect Mu Jinghong to come to the battle.

The five rounds of chaos, the wind wheel and the wind wheel, defend the wind wheel mountain, and that's it!This is what Mu Jinghong said back then.

Why did Mu Jinghong come?

In fact, regardless of Mu Jinghong's words, the Fenglun lineage will protect Fenglun Mountain.No matter what the five wheels are, it is their mission to guard the wind wheel.

The wind wheel is greater than five wheels.

Therefore, they have already cut off all external connections.

The wind wheel is waiting for Su Mo.

As long as Su Mo can rush back to Fenglun Mountain within the agreed time limit.And this large formation will not stop Su Mo.However, Fenglun was betting—betting that Su Mo would return safely.

This is the second brother's bet!This is also Fenglun's bet!
Their only certainty is that the second senior brother has never lost a bet in his entire life.And this time, he also won.Su Mo has returned as expected.

However, Mu Jinghong was one step ahead.

Since entering the battle, it is fate.Seventh senior sister lowered her eyes and continued crossing her legs.The wind wheel is big and will run automatically.Different people will have different results.

She wants to see just how divine Mu Jinghong is!

And if Su Mo returns, he will directly lead to the Ninth Peak.

Sure enough, Su Mo almost followed Mu Jinghong and the others into the fog.However, as soon as Su Mo entered the sea of ​​fog, he lost his sense of direction.In front of my eyes, there was a thick fog, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

It was a kind of cyan fog!
This kind of fog was actually thicker than the fog he encountered in Dead Valley that day.

Su Mo spread his consciousness, but he couldn't perceive anything.Su Mo's consciousness seemed to be disturbed or blocked.

Moreover, Su Mo instantly felt something jump in his mind, as if he was about to hallucinate.

However, that feeling disappeared in an instant.Because, the cyan fog in front of his eyes actually separated directly to the two sides.In the middle, a passage appeared.

Su Mo didn't hesitate, and hurried along that passage.

In the blue mist, Mu Jinghong had long since disappeared.

However, within a short while, Su Mo actually saw his own Wind Wheel Ninth Peak.

"Yeah!" Su Mo was slightly taken aback.However, he returned directly to the Ninth Peak.Everything seems to be the same on the Ninth Peak.Because, the Qingwu channel actually sent Su Mo directly to Fenglun Qiankun Cave.

At that moment, Su Mo was a little swaying, as if he couldn't help himself.

However, he knew he was back.

Su Mo returns to Fenglun Qiankun Cave.

In an instant, several long sighs came from the entire wind wheel.Everyone let out a sigh of relief.

"Hahaha--"

The second senior brother looked up to the sky and laughed loudly in the small building on the second peak, "I, Du Shusheng, will surely win every gamble in my life! No regrets in this life, no regrets in this life!"

Du Shusheng's words are correct.The last eight characters are slightly tragic.

Because, he understands that this is the last bet of his life.

But at this moment, Mu Jinghong was plunged into a deep blue mist.Standing alone in Qingwu, Mu Jinghong couldn't see the seventeen ink soul dead soldiers who came with her.

In front of her eyes was a sea of ​​stars.

(End of this chapter)