The Lord of Ghost

The light and shadows were steaming, and a dazzling white light appeared in the outskirts of the hut.

There was no time to explain. After reuniting with Mo Shang, Mo Li suddenly patted Gongsun Jianwu on the shoulder and smiled leisurely:

"I'll tell you two good news, I'm sure you'll be very interested!"

"First, my bone age is over 25, and I'm rejected by the secret realm."

"Second, I'm being hunted by someone now, maybe a quasi-saint or even a saint, and I don't know when I'll die."

When he said this, Mo Li seemed calm and didn't worry about his situation at all.

After Gongsun Jianwu heard this, a trace of joy flashed in his dark eyes, but it was quickly covered up.

Although he was Mo Li's ghost slave and obeyed all of Mo Li's orders, he kept his own thoughts.

"So, I now order you to enter the secret realm and improve yourself at any cost!"

"What if I'm still alive, maybe you can kill me when you come out of the secret realm?"

Mo Li smiled lightly, like a ghost face flower in the mist.

"Shang, let's go!"

As he said this, Mo Li left Gongsun Jianwu behind and used the teleportation he had prepared in advance to leave again.

Before leaving, he tried to erase the traces as much as possible. He knew that the people chasing him would definitely use secret techniques and treasures to detect his heels.

As long as he was always in a state of movement, the traces left behind could only be detected before time, and the fog covering it would not be easy to clear.

The dazzling white light rose again, and Mo Li's figure was swallowed up in it. As the Leiji wood on the ground turned into charcoal, the mottled traces of the formation carved on the floor, and Mo Li disappeared again.

Gongsun Jianwu glanced at it, drew out the magic sword and slashed at the void, cutting off the connecting causal line, and at the same time erasing the traces left on the floor.

Although he didn't want to do this, he was a ghost slave, and Mo Li's life and orders were his requirements to obey.

In addition, Mo Li actually handed him the unknown magic sword, which was really unexpected.

This magic sword seemed to hide secrets from ancient times, sleeping with terrifying power, which could cut off cause and effect and block foot tracking.

Every time he held it in his hand, Gongsun Jianwu could always feel a trace of cold sweat in his heart, especially after the sword spirit master sacrificed himself to open the way, the palpitation of the summoning became more and more obvious, and he often hallucinated that there were ancient demons whispering in his ears.

It was as if something was slowly waking up...

Perhaps, this was an opportunity, an opportunity to kill Mo Li...

He was brewing and thinking.

After doing all this, Gongsun Jianwu tidied up his robes and dressed, his eyes dim, walked out of the hut, and looked up at the colorful world.

Suddenly, he glanced at the big tree not far away, and a pair of clear eyes were like a frightened little animal, curled up in fear, hiding behind the tree and praying not to be discovered.

Gongsun Jianwu was shocked that he was seen by someone and left a trace.

His eyes were fierce, and he bent his fingers, and swish~

The flying sword broke through the wind and penetrated the tree in an instant.

After cleaning up the traces, he adjusted his mood and flew towards the direction where the ruins were opened.

Behind the tree stump, the little girl's eyes gradually lost focus in fear. The tip of the sword just now was close to her forehead. If it penetrated a little more, it would pierce her brain.

But for some reason, the blade seemed to be stuck by the tree stump and stopped moving.

When she came to her senses, she found that the man had already left on the sword, and she seemed to have saved her life.

The excitement of surviving the disaster surged in her heart, but before she could exhale, her neck was twisted by a huge force, and her head was twisted and broken, and she fell to the ground.

Behind her, Mo Li, with a playful look on his face, slowly appeared, looking at the direction where Gongsun Jianwu left, and said with interest:

"Sure enough, you are reluctant to do it?"

"It seems that the old man Jianling has a deep influence on you."

"Although the world is submerged and swallowed by darkness, there is still a beam of light."

"This is not okay. It is not appropriate to leave pity to the weak in this world."

He needs to make Gongsun Jianwu more numb.

Thinking about it, he took out the [Demon Yin Gourd], released the Yin Demon Qi, devoured all the breath within a radius of ten miles, and set a fire by the way.

Mo Li discovered that the Yin Demon Qi can not only block the five senses of spiritual perception and hinder the circulation of spiritual energy, but also devour the traces left behind. It is indeed a good thing for killing people, setting fires, and destroying corpses.

After doing this, he hid his figure and left a small surprise before leaving.

He knew that there was more than one person who wanted to kill him.

Soon.

Several old men in gray robes of the Xiao family stepped out of the void and looked at the sea of ​​fire below with doubts:

"Strange, the boy's breath was cut off here."

Several people waved their sleeves, and the huge sea of ​​fire was quelled in an instant.

"Look, what is that?"

After the flames went out, traces of burning were left on the ground. Several people stared at the strange characters in doubt. The crooked notes looked like a certain word.

"Stupid... stupid... stupid bird!"

Finally, someone subconsciously said it out loud, but the moment it came out, time suddenly became silent.

Stupid bird?

Who is the stupid bird?

"Damn... you bastard! How dare you, how dare you insult us!"

When they came to their senses, they found that the so-called stupid bird was them!

Some people were so angry that they had a heart attack!

Mo Li expected that the first person to arrive would be the Xiao family, and the Xiao family's fire control technique was world-famous. They could extinguish the fire with a wave of their hands, and the surprise left deliberately appeared in front of them.

Afterwards, people from Xuanyang Holy Land also came in a hurry. Looking at the two crooked characters on the ground, their foreheads twisted into a "three" shape that could pinch a fly to death.

Several people were angry, their faces messy in the wind, and they cursed Mo Li in their hearts.