Chapter 17 unchanged

Mo Shoucheng ignored Sikonglan's shocked expression and walked straight to the man who was bombarded out of the hut by him.

That man's cultivation should be between Bozhong and Mo Shoucheng, and it is also the Yuanying period. He thought that it was not a problem to win Mo Shoucheng by relying on his own strength. Even Si Konglan, a true practicer in the sword period, he thought that he would have a chance to rely on his magic weapon.

But I didn't expect that Mo Shoucheng's speed was so amazing. Before I had a chance to react, I had approached the other party and punched him. And the strength contained in that punch doesn't look like what a true person should have in the Yuanying period?

Mo Shoucheng walked towards him at this time, but he didn't even have the strength to get up and escape. He only felt as if the meridians of his limbs had been interrupted by Mo Shoucheng's punch, and he couldn't even lift a finger.

Not to mention his personal feeling, even Sikonglan on one side felt something wrong - at this time, Mo Shoucheng's power seemed to be infinitely improved, although he never broke through the bottleneck of the infancy. However, the degree of authenticity is far from what an ordinary infancy practitioners should have.

If Mo Shoucheng's previous skills were at the peak of the Yuanying period, then his skills have broken through this peak. But how is this possible? Did Mo Shoucheng also learn the door method of the group of ancient demons? Sikonglan was surprised. He said that the group of people of the ancient demon sect could improve their skills. He had not seen it with his own eyes, but at this time he saw it in Mo Shoucheng. In addition, he heard his father Sikong Xuan mention that the people of the ancient demon family have invited Mo Shoucheng to join them twice... Together, Sikong Lan strongly believes that Mo Shoucheng is a person, but he is also suspicious.

But how did Mo Shoucheng know that his sudden change made Sikonglan suspicious? At this time, he only felt that hatred was full of hatred in his body, and his mind was full of desire to destroy. And the power kept pouring out from Yuanying, like waves on the rushing sea, never stopping.

But the source of this power is not from his Yuanying, but from the fairy weapon in his body. For some reason, this strange fairy weapon found in the body of the deep-sea thief was automatically incorporated into his body and sank into the Dantian gas sea. But since then, this fairy weapon has never changed. Mo Shoucheng can't drive it, and it hasn't changed.

But just now, when Mo Shoucheng was extremely angry and his mind was full of the idea of murder and revenge, this fairy weapon suddenly moved. It was directly pasted on the top of Yuanying's head, and the surging force was injected into Yuanying, which was transformed from Yuanying to Mo Shoucheng's body.

"Why do you do such a thing?"

"Did you kill these people?"

"You are from the ancient demon family, aren't you? Where is the black eight? Where is he!!"

In the face of Mo Shoucheng like a demon god, the man was so scared that he couldn't say a word. He only shook his head desperately. Even if the limbs have recovered a little strength at this time, they can't have the idea of escaping at all.

Mo Shoucheng didn't ask any more questions. He opened his mouth and spewed out the flying sword, waved the sword, and collected the sword. Three movements were completed in one go. Between the lightning, he has cut the other party's whole body into 17 or 18 pieces.

In fact, if you calculate carefully, this should be the first time to kill Mo Shoucheng. But he looked as usual and didn't even blink his eyes. Looking at the other party turning into fragments without even a trace of screaming, a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

He turned around and whispered to Sikong Lan, "I finally... took a little revenge on them."

Si Konglan was silent. At this moment, he didn't know what to say. Such honesty is what he doesn't want to see.

"That man should just stay here... Thinking about it, I'm afraid that the real strong hands are all on Qingyun Mountain." After thinking for a long time, Sikong Lan decided not to mention these things for the time being and turned to the topic: "Let's go quickly. It seems that our previous guess is probably right. The ancient demon gate... not only attacked the practitioners near the East China Sea, but also the Xuantian Pavilion. I'm afraid that other sects in China, your teachers even Fengqi Valley and Baiyunzong..."

Mo Shoucheng was silent. He crossed Sikonglan, turned over and rode on Ying Zhao's back, and then reluctantly smiled and said, "Xiao Lan, I want to ask you for one thing."

"Say it."

"You are from Xuantian Pavilion, and this matter will be solved by the people of Qingyun Daomen... Moreover, I hope you can replace me and restrain the bodies for the villagers."

The meaning of the words is to let Sikonglan stay here. But how could Sikonglan allow him to make this request at this time? In a hurry, he opened his mouth and wanted to refuse. However, Mo Shoucheng refused to give him another chance to refute, and he has already mastered the British move and floated again.

"Xiaolan, this is a matter of Qingyun Daomen! You must not force yourself to come up!"

Sikong Lan looked at Mo Shoucheng's figure that immediately left after saying this sentence. After hesitating for a long time, he finally clenched his fist and sighed. Mo Shoucheng first suppressed him with Qingyun Daomen's private affairs and asked him to help bury these bodies. He did not have a chance to refute them. What's more, he also knew that this was really sincere and did not want him to be involved in the battle with the ancient demon gate.

"It turns out that he hasn't changed."

There were no bodies or traces of fighting among the disciples of Qingyun Daomen along the way. Although several prohibition organs were triggered, they did not seem to trap the enemy.

Mo Shoucheng stayed at the fork for a moment, and finally decided to fly to Wuliu Peak first to see the situation. As for the main hall of Qingyun Daomen, let's put it later.

However, I didn't see the body of my fellow brothers, which also relieved Mo Shoucheng a lot. This means that the division has detected the enemy's attack and summoned the disciples of the patrol guard back first.

Under the continuous infusion of Mo Shoucheng's magnificent Zhenyuan, the speed has increased a few points, but this still can't solve the urgentness of Mo Shoucheng. After his previous vent, he has gradually calmed down. Although his eyes are still red, his face is much better.

Wufeng is right in front of us. The bamboo houses, the simple pine trees, the stone tables, and the rattan chairs have not changed at all.

But the surroundings are silent and terrible.

Mo Shoucheng released his spiritual knowledge, but he couldn't find a trace of the same family. The whole Wuliu Peak doesn't seem to have a single person. But this vision made Mo Shoucheng feel much more at ease: there is no sign of practitioners fighting, so naturally they are ready to migrate before the enemy goes up the mountain.

But Mo Shoucheng also knows that the defense of Qingyun Daomen is different from Xuantian Pavilion. Because Xuantian Pavilion is built above the sky, although it is huge but limited, it can only be warned by the prohibition of disciple patrolling and matching arrays. But Qingyun Daomen is built against the mountain. This mountain range is continuous and vast. Even if Qingyun Daomen has thousands of disciples, how can it be all covered? This is also one of the reasons why Fuming Magician has been lurking in Qingyun Daomen for several years and has not been explored by Qingyun Daomen.

"It seems that the master has already learned the news of the invasion of the devil's road, so they moved to the main hall of the main peak." Mo Shoucheng glanced at the peak of Wuliu Peak in the distance and said in his heart: No matter what happens, at least five scattered people should not be closed. There will always be someone responsible for dealing with things, but I don't know if it is a real master.

After looking around for a while and making sure that there was nothing wrong, he immediately manipulated his heroic move, intending to turn back to the previous branch road and rush to the main hall of the main peak.

At this moment, a strong momentum suddenly came from behind him.

Although Mo Shoucheng has always been on guard, this momentum is too fast and too fierce, and he only has time to sacrifice his flying sword and turn around. But the powerful flying sword was about to get rid of its hand, and even his hand was numb.

"How can a junior in the Yuanying period pick me up?" A man dressed in a dress that was very familiar with Mo Shoucheng at this time and wore a red belt around his waist appeared from the green pine, with a slightly surprised look on his face.

This outfit is indeed a person from the ancient demon family! Mo Shoucheng's heart was shocked and his face became serious. He had scattered his consciousness before, but did not find any trace of this person, which showed that the strength of the other party should be above him.

"The people of the ancient demon gate... Where is the black eight!" Mo Shoucheng didn't want to talk nonsense with him and shouted with a sword in his hand. His heart is now full of hatred for the ancient demon gate, especially the black eight.

But his question surprised the man even more: "Well, you even know Black Eight."

"Where is the Black Eight!"

"I don't think it makes sense to answer a dying person's question." The man sneered and raised his hand and said, "But since you know Black Eight, I can also tell you my name to let you know who he died!"

The other party is arrogant, but Mo Shoucheng knows that he is indeed qualified to be arrogant. Only by relying on the hand that the other party just attacked him, I can be sure that the other party at least has the cultivation of stepping on the cloud period. However, it was also because the other party's cultivation was far higher, and at this time he made up his mind to bury himself here. So Mo Shoucheng was more calm, and even calmly wanted to laugh.

What he is best at is to hit the strong with the weak!

"So to change the topic, how many people came to your ancient demon gate this time?" Mo Shoucheng lowered his flying sword to the ground, but his expression on his face did not change at all. But this detail made the other party see it, but it was even more afraid that he knew that he was invincible.

But the enemy of the ancient demon gate was also really cautious. Although he was proud, he did not reveal the slightest intelligence as expected by Bai Shoucheng. On the contrary, he showed a ferocious face and said fiercely, "I'm going to die. How can there be so many problems!" Just remember the name of my Red Ten!"

The other party refused to be fooled to reveal the truth, which made Mo Shoucheng a little disappointed, but at this time he didn't have time to think more about it - because Red Ten has sacrificed a flying sword and rushed to himself!

After shouting a pity, Mo Shoucheng immediately drove the beast under the seat and flew to the sky to avoid the other party's offensive. But the dark red flying sword in Hongshi's hand has been shot out and flew over chasing Mo Shoucheng's figure.

"Do the practitioners of the Yuanying period also want to escape my sword skills!"