Martial arts: start from copying the root bone

When Mo Lishang saw those dazzling purple-gold pupils, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. This guy seemed to know the secret of the wasteland.

But he quickly covered it up and sneered: "Three? Do you think every tomb is as simple as you imagined? In that case, my wilderness has already been occupied by various forces!"

"Oh, I see, I took the liberty." Qin Xuan said apologetically.

"You..." Mo Lishang almost vomited blood. This guy is really thick-skinned. He just said that he was not interested, but now he suddenly changed his words and said that he was presumptuous. Isn't this a lie?
  "Now that you know you are wrong, why don't you get out quickly!" The man pointed at the door again and cursed angrily.

Qin Xuan ignored the man and walked forward. However, as soon as he stepped into the deserted tomb, a strong pressure enveloped his body, as if he was imprisoned here, unable to fly in the air at all.

"This is a formation!" Qin Xuan's heart trembled suddenly. Unexpectedly, a formation was set up in the desolate palace to prevent him from setting foot in the desolate tomb.

Qin Xuan released his soul power to break away from the formation, but the formation remained motionless, like a hard iron wall, unyielding. No matter how powerful he used to collide, it was useless.

Seeing this scene, Mo Lishang had a bright smile on his face, thinking that this guy would have to admit defeat after all.

At this time, an old man in gray robe walked up to Mo Lishang, looked at Qin Xuan, and said lightly: "Although your Excellency is very powerful, if you insist on stepping into the barren tomb, you may die inside. Please think twice before you act."

Qin Xuan frowned. He did not have any grudge against Mo Lishang and others, but the other party was aggressive. It was obvious that he wanted to take the opportunity to humiliate him and show the dignity of the Mo family in the wilderness.

"Have you ever heard of my name?" Mo Lishang looked at the man and asked lightly.

The man glanced at Mo Lishang, and then nodded slightly: "Of course I have heard that you are an extremely talented member of the Mo family. Now you have successfully promoted to the seventh level of Yuanhuang. It is a joy to congratulate you."

"Since you know my identity, you should understand my temperament. If you blocked my way today, do you really want to keep me here?" Mo Lishang's expression became much more solemn, and there was a faint wave of tyranny in his body. It seemed like he was ready to take action.

"What do you want to do?" The man's expression changed when he saw that Mo Lishang was interested in taking action. Mo Lishang was extremely powerful and was a top figure in the Yuanhuang realm. Except for a few people, he had never met him before. adversary.

If he fights with it, he will definitely lose.

"Mo Lishang, you are just an ordinary disciple of Lord Huang, but you are so arrogant and domineering. You don't take the Mo family in your eyes. Do you know your guilt?" At this time, a loud voice came from the crowd, speaking. The person in question was a young man, extraordinarily handsome, with an extraordinary temperament. He was the second true disciple of the Lord of Desolation, Ouyang Huang.

Ouyang Huang has always been quite dissatisfied with Mo Lishang, because Mo Lishang's father, Mo Lishang, once took away his woman.

Moreover, Mo Lishang was extremely talented and had great potential, and he might hope to inherit the position of Lord of the Wasteland Tomb in the future. Therefore, Ouyang Huang's hostility towards him became more and more intense, and he wanted to kill him immediately.

It happened that someone from the Mo family came today, so Ouyang Huang wanted to use Mo Lishang to put pressure on the people of the Mo family and use their hands to kill Mo Lishang.

"Ouyang Huang!" Mo Lishang looked at Ouyang Huang and said coldly: "There are endless dangers inside the barren tomb. Are you sure you want to go in with me?"

Ouyang Huang glanced at Mo Lishang, and a strong cold murderous intention suddenly bloomed in his eyes. He shouted coldly: "Mo Lishang, I advise you, don't make stupid choices, otherwise, even if your father is here, I can’t save you here!”

"I also send this sentence to you. If you don't want to die, kneel down and kowtow to me now to apologize. Otherwise, I will make your life worse than death!"

A sharp light shot out of Mo Lishang's eyes. He couldn't understand Ouyang Huang's overtone, which was clearly motivating him to enter the barren tomb.

"You..." Ouyang Huang looked stiff and did not dare to speak for a moment. Mo Lishang was slightly more powerful than him. If he took action, he might not get any benefits.

However, when he was asked to beg for mercy from Mo Lishang, he couldn't lose his face. If this matter spread, he would lose face.

"Since Senior Brother Ouyang doesn't want to, I'll take my leave." A hearty voice came out, and an elegant young man in blue clothes clasped his fists towards Mo Lishang, then turned around and walked out of the palace.

Mo Lishang looked at the back of the elegant young man, with a complicated expression on his face. This man's talent was also extremely outstanding. However, in order to avoid getting burned, he would rather quit. This kind of mind is worthy of admiration.

"Humph, he knows what's going on!" A look of irony appeared on Ouyang Huang's face. These people were indeed bullies and fearful of the strong. He was worried that they would unite to deal with him. Now that there was no one left, who did he have to fear?
  "Let's go too." Qin Xuan said to Qi Yunshan, Murong Mansion and others, and then his body turned into a stream of light and passed through the void, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Mo Lishang also looked away, raised his steps, and walked out of the deserted tomb.

……

Outside the barren tomb, a slender figure stood quietly in the void, with his hands behind his back, and his bearing was extraordinary. It was Mo Qingcang from Nanhua Shrine.

Mo Qingcang looked into the depths of the barren tomb, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and there was a somewhat solemn look on his face.

The formations in the wasteland were extremely ancient and powerful. Although he was confident of cracking the formations, it was unknown whether he could come out alive. Therefore, he decided to test it out first before making any plans.

Mo Qingcang's thoughts moved slightly, and suddenly a figure slowly appeared beside him. It was a middle-aged man wearing armor, with a powerful aura, and he was clearly a peak powerhouse at the ninth level of Yuanhuang.

"See the Son of God!" The middle-aged man bowed to Mo Qingcang with an extremely respectful expression.

Mo Qingcang waved his hand, looked at the scene deep in the deserted tomb in the distance, and pondered for a moment: "I order you to go to the deserted tomb to investigate, and you must find the whereabouts of Mo Lishang and Qin Xuan."

The middle-aged man was startled when he heard this, but he still maintained a respectful attitude and asked: "Is Mo Li Shang buried in the barren tomb?"

"Yeah." Mo Qingcang nodded slightly.

"Then why is Mo Lishang in the Deserted Tomb?" The middle-aged man's eyes showed a strange look. He had encountered some dangers during his training in the Deserted Tomb. He was injured and fled outside to recuperate, and he felt that great changes had taken place in the Deserted Tomb. , so it is speculated that a war may have broken out inside the wasteland.

A deep cold light flashed in Mo Qingcang's eyes, and he said coldly: "I suspect that Mo Lishang has taken control of the wasteland!"

"What?" The middle-aged man looked shocked and looked at Mo Qingcang dumbfounded.

Mo Lishang has already taken control of the wasteland, how is this possible? “It’s not just Mo Lishang who has taken control of the Wasteland Tomb, the rest of the forces have also gained great fortunes and their strength has improved a lot.” Mo Qingcang said in a low tone, with a somewhat gloomy look on his face.

Originally, he was [-]% sure of winning the Wild Territory Competition, but now, the situation has completely deviated from his expectation.

The outcome of the Wilderness Competition was already doomed before it even started, which was hard for him to accept.

"Son of God, you don't need to care too much. The people dispatched by the major saint-level forces are not weak now. With their strength, even if they encounter the monsters in the wasteland, there will not be much danger. Besides, there is also Ouyang Huang There should be no problem." The middle-aged man said with relief.

"Yes, although these powerful people are very proud and arrogant, every time the wasteland is opened, they will send the best disciples to come and experience it. Their disciples are all extraordinary people, with outstanding talents, and they have treasures that the sect has cultivated for many years. , naturally it is not something that ordinary people can compete with." Another figure said, this person is Lei Wu Shengjun of Leizhou City, with a cultivation level of Yuanhuang [-]th level, he is also very famous in the entire Beidou Mansion.

"I hope so." Mo Qingcang sighed, and then said: "You should go and investigate immediately to see if Mo Lishang has entered the barren tomb. I will observe outside the barren tomb and be ready to evacuate at any time. "

"Yes, Son of God!" The two peak Yuanhuang ninth-level masters took the order and retreated. Their figures quickly disappeared and soon they disappeared.

"Huh." Mo Qingcang exhaled a breath, his eyes slowly closed, as if he was in a state of regulating his breathing.

"Mo Qingcang, you are really cruel!" Suddenly, a voice filled with anger echoed through the void.

When Mo Qingcang heard this familiar voice, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the source of the sound. He saw a group of figures approaching in a mighty manner. There were not many people, but each one of them was filled with energy. There was a sharp aura, as if it contained a terrifying edge, and they were obviously members of the Sword Sect.

The person who just spoke was a burly middle-aged man in purple clothes. He looked about thirty-five or six years old, with a tall body and muscles all over his body, as if he contained terrifying explosive power.

Mo Qingcang glanced at the middle-aged man in purple robe, his expression instantly returned to calm, and he asked indifferently: "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man in purple robe sneered when he heard this and said, "Don't you know me?"

"Should I know you?" Mo Qingcang retorted.

"I am Lei Qiangang, a disciple of Saint Lord Lei Wu. During the wilderness competition, you and Ouyang Huang were called the strongest twins. I still remember it fresh!" Lei Qiangang's sharp eyes stared at Mo Qingcang coldly. He said coldly: "You almost caused our entire army to be annihilated, and now you dare to show off in front of me. Are you worthy?"

"Lei Qiangang, disciple of Lord Leiwu, your name is quite domineering. I have never seen you before." Mo Qingcang shrugged his shoulders and said lightly: "As for the wilderness competition, I admit that I lost to Ouyang Huang, but this is just a normal discussion and exchange. If you can't afford to lose, I advise you to quit directly."

"What did you say?" Lei Qiangang's expression suddenly froze, and his eyes seemed to be frozen. This guy Mo Qingcang is simply arrogant!

He is a direct disciple of Saint Lord Lei Wu, and his status is respected. Even some saints and even top figures would give him a bit of a thumbs down. How had he ever been humiliated like this?
  Mo Qingcang's words were obviously contempt for him.

Many people around heard Mo Qingcang's words and secretly admired him. God Son Mo is worthy of being God Son Mo. He still has the same style. Even when facing a strong enemy, he is still so calm and not afraid of the other party's identity. If it were them, they would have been defeated long ago. Escaped.

However, those who were close to Mo Qingcang frowned and looked extremely ugly. Mo Qingcang angered Lei Qiangang, and a fierce battle would inevitably follow.

Lei Qiangang's expression was extremely cold. He stared at Mo Qingcang and said coldly: "I admit that you are very strong, but you want to challenge my bottom line, but you are not qualified. Since you are stubborn, you can't blame me."

After that, Lei Qiangang waved his hand, and in an instant, infinite light of thunder burst out, and bright lightning weapons were suspended in the void, releasing a terrifying killing atmosphere, covering the entire void, and there was a faint tower. The formation was condensed to seal the world.

"Thunder God Array!" Mo Qingcang's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart couldn't help but tremble. He didn't expect Lei Qiangang to have such a useless killing move. This Thunder God Array was a treasure given to him by his master. The power is unparalleled, even those who are at the eighth level of Emperor Yuan will suffer disaster if they fall into it.

Thoughts were surging in Mo Qingcang's mind. Lei Qiangang's Thunder God Array had been deployed. If he left at this time, he would not be able to break through the defense. Moreover, Lei Qiangang would definitely not give up.

unless……

Mo Qingcang's heart beat violently. He turned his eyes to the person beside him and said, "Go and help me catch that woman." The young man was stunned for a moment when he heard Mo Qingcang's words, and then nodded. Nodding, he stepped out and walked towards the house in the distance.

That woman, of course, refers to Chu Mengyao.

"You are looking for death!" Lei Qiangang stared at Mo Qingcang, a sharp light shot out from his eyes, and he raised his arm. In an instant, there was a thunderous thunder, the rumbling sound spread across the void, and the endless thunder and lightning soldiers came there carrying the light of destructive thunder. On a house, a muffled sound was heard, and Lei Qiangang showed a look of joy on his face. The house had collapsed.

"This blow is enough to shatter that woman into pieces." Lei Qiangang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, then calmed down, clasped his fists at Mo Qingcang and said, "Goodbye."

Having said that, Lei Qiangang wanted to leave. Although he suffered heavy losses this time, he still gained a lot of points, which was considered worthwhile.

However, a cold voice suddenly sounded, rolling out like thunder: "Brother Lei, why should we leave in a hurry? We have just met, so we should stay and have a cup of tea before leaving."

Hearing this, Lei Qiangang stopped, frowned slightly, and said, "I don't understand what you mean, Brother Mo, please help yourself."

He naturally knew that what Mo Qingcang meant by drinking tea was drinking, but as a disciple of Saint Lord Lei Wu, how could he drink with Mo Qingcang.

"Haha, doesn't Brother Lei even have this patience?" Mo Qingcang said sarcastically, with a strong sense of sarcasm in his tone.

Lei Qiangang's face became even more gloomy, Mo Qingcang, this was insulting him.

"Since Brother Mo is so insistent, I would rather obey your orders than respect him." A smile appeared on Lei Qiangang's face, and he turned to look in the direction of Lei Wu Holy Palace and shouted loudly: "Lei Wu Holy Lord, I have something to ask for. "

As Lei Qiangang's voice fell, a misty voice floated out from the depths of Leiwu Holy Palace: "What's going on?"

"I found something in the Beihuang Mountains, and I beg the Holy Lord to allow me to take it away." Lei Qiangang said with his fists in hand, his voice humble and polite.

"Yes." The ethereal voice responded: "You can just bring it."

"Thank you, Holy Lord." Lei Qiangang said gratefully. As soon as he thought, a surging thunderous light suddenly shone on the sky. Everyone's hearts were slightly shaken, and they saw an ancient thunder path leading to Leiwu Holy Palace appeared on the sky. The road exudes wisps of terrifying fluctuations. (End of chapter)