Pixian

In just one day, several Golden Core stage masters were ambushed and killed. 【 】

This made everyone feel insecure, and even some passers-by who passed through Xulong Mountain couldn't help but think of that murderous maniac.Could it be that the guy who caused a bloody storm in Xulong Mountain at that time is the same person as this time?

Although this is a bit unbelievable, after all, the one who died here was the Golden Core Stage, no matter how powerful the passers-by were, it was impossible to kill the Golden Core Stage during the Foundation Establishment Stage.After all, the passers-by are innate and foundation-building.

But this idea makes many people not have the idea of ​​doubt. It is like some kind of conspiracy theory, which always makes people involuntarily push all this to something or someone they think.

And believe it.

Naturally, these people didn't know that all of this was just caused by Zhong Wuxian and others killing innocent people for their own selfish desires.You know, to enter the third level, there are only more than 100 passers-by, and there are only more than 800 entourages.

Among them, if you count the Golden Core stage, there are probably less than 300 people.

Looking at the entire sea area, this number is naturally pitifully small, but if it is in the island of trials, it can be considered a lot. Therefore, even if Zhong Wuxian and Mo Dangdao took away the monk's life and golden elixir, the spread of news I can't go anywhere soon.

Somewhere in the desert, a second-level Golden Core cultivator stared at Mo Dangdao with horror in his eyes, still staring in disbelief at his own Golden Core in the opponent's hand, with his mouth open, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth .

"For...why..." This cultivator has already lost two companions, one is a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and the other is a passerby in the Innate Stage.He and his companions in the Foundation Establishment Period were also casual cultivators, but they did not expect to die in the hands of Mo Dangdao inexplicably.

"I refuse to answer the dead man's question." Mo Dangdao replied indifferently, the bamboo hat was pulled down very low, but it did not prevent others from easily guessing his identity by relying on this attire.The monk felt that his life was gradually disappearing, and the fear in his eyes was finally replaced by hatred, and said: "You...you are going to fall into the devil's way..."

Mo Dangdao didn't respond: "Whatever you think..." After finishing speaking, he put away the storage bag and treasures on his body, and then the golden core rose against the wind, without even looking at him again.

Finally, the cultivator lost his last bit of vitality and lay sideways on the ground. Cold blood flowed from the round hole in his chest, spreading across the boundless sand, which was shocking...

After Mo Dangdao flew, he was planning to find his next target, but when he chose a direction and was about to leave in a hurry, a warning sign suddenly rose in his heart!

I saw a gray light and shadow suddenly flying from the distant sky, like an incompatible silk thread dividing the sky and the earth under the scorching sun.The gray light and shadow soon came in front of Mo Dangdao, and then floated steadily in mid-air.

This visitor is just an old man in a gray robe, and the fluctuation of spiritual power from his body means that he is a second-level Jindan cultivator, but this old man clearly knows the origin of Mo Dangdao, but there is no respect or fear on his face meaning.

On the other hand, Mo Dangdao, although the expression on his face didn't change at all when he saw this person, there was an uproar in his heart!The two looked at each other for a while, and then Mo Dangdao took off the bamboo hat. His eyes were not dull, but he couldn't see any other emotions. He just said, "Long time no see, I'm hurting the Taoist."

"I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Mo to come here. It's really strange." The shady Taoist looked at Mo Dangdao indifferently, with a consistent expression on his face like a dead tree: "There were three waves of monks ambushed here, and six Jindan stage monks were killed. Unexpectedly, a famous fisherman would do such a thing."

"What I do, it seems that you don't care about harming fellow Taoists." Mo Dangdao's eyes flashed a murderous intent, but he didn't know what he was afraid of, but he didn't dare to do it immediately: "You stopped me because you were so boring that you wanted justice. It's a joke."

"My master is very interested in what you have done, so he sent me to invite Fellow Daoist Mo over there to talk about it." The shady Taoist said indifferently: "Friend Daoist Mo, come with me."

Although the shady Taoist said "please", his tone was more unquestionable, as if he was imposing an order, and he couldn't refuse it right away.

As for his tone, Mo Dangdao frowned, then fell silent for a while, and said, "Why should I go with you?"

The shady Taoist said indifferently: "You can choose not to go. After all, besides you, there are Daoyou Zhong and Daoyou Cao who are doing this now. The master invited you first. You should know what this means." Suddenly, the shady Taoist took out a token from his pocket, then compared it to Mo Dangdao, and said, "You can refuse."

When he saw the token, Mo Dangdao's eyes flashed the same astonishment and horror just like Ru Swordsman before, his heart sank, and his body trembled uncontrollably.The murderous intent on his body disappeared without a trace in an instant, Mo Dangdao's face was changing, and his eyes were even more complicated and difficult to understand. After a long silence, he let out a heavy breath and said, "Your master is the owner of this token." Owner?"

"When you see it, you will know." The Taoist Yin said lightly: "I don't have much time, and my master doesn't have the patience to wait for you for too long. Fellow Daoist Mo, whether to go or not, just say something."

Mo Dangdao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said slowly: "He... how could he enter the island of trials?"

"You don't need to worry about this, Fellow Daoist Mo."

Mo Dangdao's strength is much higher than that of Yinshang Taoist, but at the moment, Yinshang Taoist is much better than Mo Dangdao in terms of momentum.Mo Dangdao didn't know what he was afraid of, looked at the token, and finally said: "I'll go!" After saying this, the worry and fear in his heart seemed to have faded a lot.

Daoist Yin Shan seemed to have known Mo Dangdao's answer for a long time, and he did not show any surprise, his face was always flat, he took the token and folded himself, Yufeng: "Then come with me."

Nodding his head, Mo Dangdao put the bamboo hat back on his head, as if this could cover his pale face exposed to the sun, and then his body disappeared into the sky following the shady Taoist.

Daoist Yin Sha led the way, and Mo Dangdao followed behind. His face was full of seriousness, and he could see that he was very preoccupied, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Not long after flying, he heard Taoist Yin said in front of him: "Here we are, let's go down. The master doesn't want to be disturbed by others. Fellow Daoist Mo, you'd better restrain your breath."

If someone said this sentence to Mo Dangdao, Mo Dangdao would have been furious. After all, he is also a famous casual cultivator for a long time. When will he be bossed around?But after Taoist Yin damage said this, there was only a flash of hesitation in Mo Dangdao's eyes, and he obediently withdrew his golden core power, and then fell down.

There are a few small sandbags below, and a few cacti are growing messily on the arched sand.The slanting sunlight casts down several shadows.Mo Dangdao seemed to feel something, but he didn't speak.

The shady Taoist came to the center of the three sandbags, then stretched out his hand, a ball of black mana was ignited in his hand, and then his index finger and middle finger were brought together a little—suddenly, there seemed to be a burst of water in the steaming space. Ripple-like ripples, followed by a different scene in the middle of the originally empty mountain bag!

The grass is overgrown, the green pool is secluded, and the banana trees flutter in the wind. It is an oasis that is rarely seen in the desert.

And on the grass in the middle, there are several figures leaning against the banana tree at this moment.One person sat cross-legged on the ground, while the other six leaned aside.And the person sitting cross-legged is a fair-skinned and handsome Mr. Pian Pianjia who is dressed in brocade clothes. There is no fluctuation of spiritual power in his body, but he is like a big tree sitting there, standing still.

Who else could this person be if not Leng Ao?

And when he saw these people, Mo Dangdao's eyes shrank, and Pan Yang, a well-known iron hand in the cultivation world, was behind this person.

"Owner."

Taoist Yinshang respectfully bowed to Leng Ao, and then said: "Don't take it with you."

At this time, Leng Ao opened his closed eyes, and then slowly swept towards Mo Dangdao.When the eyes were opened, the Leng Ao here and the Leng Ao that Chu Hao saw seemed to be two people. The Leng Ao in front of Mo Dangdao now, with just a slight glance of his eyes, made him feel like he had fallen into an ice cellar. The strong pressure, like a mountain suddenly pressing down, made his chest sink!

Mo Dangdao was terrified in his heart. He clearly felt that this person in front of him was just a junior in the innate Dzogchen realm, but this feeling was much greater than the pressure of facing Jindan Dzogchen!

This invisible coercion forced him to lower his head, not daring to meet the cold and arrogant eyes!

"Mo Dangdao?" Lengao's voice sounded slowly, different from the past, at this moment his voice is more of an inherent arrogance and coldness, the name Mo Dangdao is not a loose cultivator in his mouth, but just a Ordinary mortals whispered their names: "I've heard of you, but this is the first time I've met you."

"Dare to be Your Excellency, but you are a descendant of the Crown Prince?"

Mo Dangdao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, under this huge coercion, he couldn't even raise the slightest intention to resist!How much spiritual coercion is needed to do this?His pride as a Jindan fourth-level monk actually prevented him from raising his head to speak, and even his voice was extremely weak!After saying this, even he himself was taken aback.

"Descendants of the Crown Prince?" The one who answered Mo Dangdao sneered coldly, as if Mo Dangdao had said something ridiculous.And this sneer made Mo Dangdao tremble uncontrollably, as if he had said something wrong!

Leng Ao said indifferently: "There are no descendants of the crown prince here!"

Suddenly a gust of wind blew over, Mo Dangdao was startled, before he had time to react, the bamboo hat on his head was blown to the ground inadvertently.Immediately, the cold and arrogant voice continued to sound: "I don't want others to talk to me with their heads covered."

This was an extremely insulting thing, but Mo Dangdao didn't react in the slightest, and was about to speak, only to hear the sinister voice of the Taoist: "This is the master, and the master has no descendants."

"Then..." When Mo Dangdao was about to say how it was possible, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, and he raised his head in shock as if struck by lightning, and lost his voice: "Could it be, the second soul?"