The Lord of Ghost

Next, there is one more thing that is not processed.

It was the quasi -sacred journey of five His Holiness.

The old man who took the lead to break the quasi -sacred robe was the oldest in the realm of His Holiness, and the exploration of the path was far ahead. Control from death.

According to the agreement, Mo Li should be buried all the remaining four respected people.

Someone cried and knelt down and asked for a chance. He was willing to give him the origin of his life to become Mo Li's most loyal slave in order to survive.

But Mo Li just smiled with a joke:

"I'm a person, although vicious, but there is also a valuable good morality: honesty and trustworthiness."

"I can't live the remaining four, I can't get out of trust."

When the words were falling, Mo Li's fingers sounded, the old queen ejected the flashing holy mang, and gently walked away from the life of the four.

At this time, Mo Li came to the old man who had just been promoted to the gray robe, and looked down at him with a high -looking ant -like [Jun Tao] overlooking [Quasheng], which happened like this.

Although the fox fake tiger prestige, this is Mo Li. As long as he results, he doesn't care about the means.

"Now, according to the agreement, you have a chance to survive. This opportunity is in your hands. I spend so much time, you should know what I want."

The old man of the gray robe kneeled on his legs, and the sage's coercion forced his body to surrender.

"I would like to offer the origin of life and become your most loyal slave!" Although there are still resistance in my heart, at the moment of the words falling, the old man of gray robe seemed to be relieved.

This is reality, one step wrong, step by step.

This principle is also applicable to Mo Li. If he has no fairy -lying ones, if he has no help from a priest while he is shooting, it is another result.

Mo Shi smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Relax, start your soul!"

Speaking of Mo Li's pupils of ghost eyes, using the power of the soul to bring it into his own blood.

Because the gap between the souls is too large, even if the other party surrender the source of life is unstable. Therefore, Mo Li intends to use the big priest as the medium to control the opponent's soul, and at the same time imprints his special ghost method [ghost slave seal].

In this way, it is difficult for the other party to turn over with a triple barrier.

"very good."

At the moment when the soul was branded, Mo Li showed a rare smile.

"From then on, Ru is named Ghost San." Mo Li wanted to erase the other party's past and turned it into a brand new ghost slave.

The ghost is the old queen.

Ghost II is the contemporary emperor.

The three old ghosts will be Mo Li's confidence to confront [Xuanyang Holy Land].

"I won't limit your way, I just need to take the result. If your strength has stagnated afterwards, then you will be like a blood flower ..."

Speaking, Mo Li opened his fist and bloomed his fingers.

"Well ... into nutrients."

Of course, Mo Li's sentence is not only informing the ghost three, but also passed on to Gui Yi, Ghost II.

After doing this, Mo Li continued to sacrifice the black soil tank, absorbing a large number of residual blood gas, and the broken meat pieces of blood.

Because there are too many people who die, the broken arms of the remains are almost full of the entire imperial city. The rich blood gas almost condenses into a blood -red cloud, and the whole sky is red.

To be honest, Mo Li enjoys the leisure of this corpse, just like picking the medicine in the pharmacy in the medicine garden, which has an inexplicable excitement.

Seeing countless flesh and blood absorbed by the black soil tank, the broken pieces are not let go, and the pathological psychology of Mo Li is released.

The refining of the soul and the ghost knife still takes time. That's it. One day and one night, Mo Li sacrifice the black soil tank, and grinds the light bones of the creature into a powder into a jar. All.

Soon, a large piece of flesh was swallowed, leaving only a hill -like stack of bones. The bones were specially left because they were cleaned around.

Looking at the corpse hills like Gu Ping, Mo Li suddenly sat on it with one butt, took out the black soil tank with his right hand, and Hang Erlang's local gesture, saying to himself:

"In other words, how long are you going to lie in the dead people?"

As soon as the words came out, the heart of a corpse under the corpse of the valley suddenly twitched.

He thought his [Turtle Best Method] was perfect, and even if he was detected, he couldn't see any abnormalities, and in normal cases, no one would have any ideas for the body.

When everything was silent, he fled. This method was tried to be Bailing, and sometimes he was buried out of the soil. Sometimes he was allowed to dry the bones, and he was used to it.

After all, there are people who died at all times in this world. There is no value at all, and no one cares.

"Huh? Don't talk, forget it."

Mo Li smiled slightly, and his palm burned bright fire, throwing it into a small hill -like corpse.

Cracking, the burning energy burned the dry blood gas, as if burning firewood, qi and blood rushing into the sky.

"Ghost I, Ghost II, Ghost III, you stare, don't let the fish leakage escape."

Seeing that the corpse piles were getting less and less, they almost burned it, and they didn't find any abnormalities, but Mo Li was particularly determined.

"Ready, the fish will jump out."

Cracking, Mo Li added the fire to let the flames flush the sky.

Fluttering ... In the sound of fire, a weak heartbeat sounded.

Immediately after the severe breathing, the air was mixed with smoke air.

"Tao ... Tao ... friend, I come out, this will come out ..."

In the firelight, a face that was burned black and red was revealed. The other party was wearing a plain Taoist robe, but after the black charcoal on his face was wiped off, his true face was revealed. He was actually a young man in the [Hedao Realm].

"Daoyou are really good at tricks. I admit defeat..." The young man in the Taoist robe smiled as if he had admitted defeat. Looking at his expression, there was a hint of vulgarity, and there was a cunning look in his eyes.

"Admit defeat?" Mo Li smiled. He felt a familiar feeling about the other party. He thought about it and felt that he was very similar to Xiao Xiaobao and Qin Yang, with a prosperous luck.

But it was obvious that the luck of the person in front of him was not manifested, as if it was covered. Mo Li's ghost eyes could not see it for a while, but that feeling was not wrong. After all, he had been in contact with Qin Yang and Xiao Xiaobao for a long time.

But this did not hinder his behavior. Mo Li only uttered a word lightly:

"Kill."

As soon as the words fell, the ghost three bullets shot out a ray of light, and its scorching energy was enough to penetrate the [Hedao Realm].

Instantly, the young man in Taoist robe was startled, and immediately offered a yellowed talisman, coughed out a mouthful of source freshness, stained the yellow paper, and glowed all over, forming a strong aura to block the attack of the quasi-saint.

Boom!

The smoke and dust dissipated, and the corners of the young man in Taoist robe twitched. He cursed Mo Li, the damn guy, for being a complete psychopath!

As a last resort, he didn't want to use the talisman for his own protection. This thing was rare, and he also spent a lot of effort to get it.

Moreover, Mo Li, this bastard, not only dug up the corpse and burned the ashes, but also had a problem with his brain circuit. He admitted defeat, shouldn't he ask about his origins?

Kill him directly, do it directly, if he wasn't smart and prepared early, otherwise it would be over,

"Ghost One, suppress and kill." Mo Li said coldly.

Just now, he took advantage of his patience to give him a chance to come out, and he had to think that he was hiding well and didn't show up until the last moment.

Now, Mo Li has lost his patience.

"Wait, Taoist friend! Aren't you curious about my origins? How did I avoid the detection of divine sense!"

The young man in Taoist robes was so anxious that he wanted to delay because it would take some time to activate the space talisman.

Now he almost said that he had a big secret.

But before he could complete the activation, Gui Yi instantly penetrated his talisman energy, and the holy light burst slightly, crushing the young man in Taoist robes.

"So much nonsense." Mo Li raised the corner of his mouth, walked forward, and picked up a blue-purple talisman with mysterious patterns.

"Talisman method?" Mo Li observed the exquisite thing in his hand. This is a rare Taoist method. Most of the talismans are used for escape.

But to be honest, he didn't know much about this aspect.

The young man performed a special [Turtle Breathing Method], and then pasted a special talisman on his forehead, which made him no different from a dead person, and even deceived Gui Yi.

Even Mo Li had to admit the magic of the other party's Taoism.

After resolving the incident, Mo Li then called Gui San.

Mo Li: "Let's go, lead the way."

Gui San, the newly promoted quasi-saint, is the eldest elder of the Bai family, a top family in the [Tianyu Dynasty].

The place where Mo Li went was, of course, his family.

What was he going there for? Of course, to harvest ghosts.

The souls of millions of creatures had already been absorbed, and when the Dao sword light slashed down, half of the ghosts were wiped out, and his storage capacity was immediately reduced.

The original [92] villain value dropped to [45] points.

The points obtained can still be reduced, even Mo Li, a pervert, thinks it is perverted and outrageous.

Afterwards, he comforted himself that gaining one thing means losing another.

The ghost disappeared because of the Dao sword light. He gained the direction of the Dao and comprehended the Dao intention, thus losing a certain amount of villain value.

Pay and gain have always been the two ends of the scale, and he also knows that there is no absolute gain.

There was no other way, now he could only continue on his journey of collecting ghosts.