Chapter 21 Ccums

"It seems that I am the final winner." When he heard Ma Xiaochao's words, a sneer appeared on the corners of Moyang's mouth.

"Do you think you are the real winner?"

"What do you mean?" Mo Yang's voice is not loud, but it is enough for Ma Xiaochao to understand. It seems that everything that happens in this space is missing something.

Let's put it this way, in any game, only the person who sets the rules can win the final victory. Do you understand?" Moyang moved his body with difficulty and let the wall support his shaky body.

Ma Xiaochao was stunned for a moment and suddenly smiled and said, "Do you know who made the rules?"

Moyang lowered his head and said coldly, "Believe it or not, I'm sure that the person who brought us here will never be a heavenly race."

Isn't it a heavenly clan? Ma Xiaochao can't think of any other possibilities. If it were human beings, who would have the ability to open up space?

"The heavenly clan is very busy. They have to choose a * between the undead and the goblin clan. After all, the goblins and the undead are scattered and unorganized. It's not difficult to deal with. However, human beings are different. Human beings are often able to stop killing each other and be consistent with each other when they encounter crises. Therefore, Lord Kui Shen needs to play his own chess pieces in several empires of mankind. And since the battle 14 years ago, the heavenly clan has declined for a while, and it is not easy to find * people.

Moyang looked at his empty sleeve and sneered: "Kid, since you have such a deep intention, you must be so obviously framed, can't you not see it?"

Ma Xiaochao was stunned for a moment, but he really didn't see it. But how credible is what Mo Yang said? Although Moyang is already a dead man in the eyes of Ma Xiaochao. However, Ma Xiaochao also had to beware of some actions made by those who were about to die before their death.

For example, self-detonation!

Moyang's eyes swept Ma Xiaochao's face coldly and smiled, "We magicians can't blow themselves up. Only those guys who practice fighting spirit can make their bodies crack in an instant. And what we have been cultivating has always been the spirit, and the condensed gend will also disappear with the soul and consciousness. So, you don't have to worry about killing me."

Ma Xiaochao has never done anything because he doesn't want to face the so-called "treasure" so soon. And there is another important thing that only Moyang knows.

"Before killing you, I want to ask you to tell me where you hid Yuxi?" Ma Xiaochao slowly stepped forward, raised his hand to the ghost shore cobweb, and tightly tied Mo Yang's torso.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to be so cautious. But what can you do if I don't tell you?" A trace of cunning flashed in Moyang's eyes, as if he saw the hope of victory.

Ma Xiaochao's eyes swept Moyang's empty sleeves without any sympathy and asked, "Even if you can kill me, can you still live like now?" Who knows whether the so-called treasure is a blessing or a curse before you see it?

Moyang closed his eyes and hummed. He didn't expect that he would end up like this, but since he has become an abandoned person, what's the use of getting more treasures?

Opening his eyes, Mo Yang smiled bitterly and said, "That's all. Anyway, I'll die in your hands sooner or later. I'll tell you. Your concujo hangs on a tree on the road we came. I didn't leave a mark either. You can find it by yourself.

Ma Xiaochao frowned. The trees on both sides of the road were lush and rarely visited. Yu Xi was trapped there, which was probably auspicious.

"Don't worry, I don't have any immunity to beautiful women, and I won't let her be hurt." Moyang always seemed to be able to see Ma Xiaochao's thoughts and said with a wry smile, "I have been across the mainland all my life, and even Lord Kui Shen can't help me. I didn't expect it to fall into your hands. It's a pity that I haven't learned in my life without a descendant.

Ma Xiaochao stopped moving forward. Reasonable, he did not dare to have anything to do with Mo Yang, even what Mo Yang had learned all his life.

"Kid, come here." Moyang lost his arms and had to ask Ma Xiaochao to walk to him.

Ma Xiaochao hesitated for a moment and still walked over. Even if Moyang suddenly made trouble, he still had a lot of life-saving cards.

"Ha ha, that's good." Moyang glanced at Ma Xiaochao's whole body, "Half-hearted spirit magic, the skin of the undead bird inheriting magic, and good spiritual power. If I guess correctly, the source of your magic comes from that book, right?

Ma Xiaochao felt a cold sweat penetrating his back, and he could see all his details with just a glance. But I can't see through Moyang. Even if the situation is so clear, Ma Xiaochao still dares not be careless.

"Once you don't have that book, your ability to continue to fight will be greatly reduced. Moreover, the magic of undead birds is a burden for you!" Moyang's tone was that his elders taught him a lesson, but Ma Xiaochao heard Moyang's sincerity.

"Cumer?" The magic that Ma Xiaochao has been relying on to save his life is actually worthless by Mo Yang.

"Yes, as long as there is no magic of an undead bird without that book, you can't use it. I can conclude that you are very dependent on the book in your hand now. Moyang stared at the divine book, as if it was an ominous thing.

I have never felt this way before, but Mo Yang said so. Ma Xiaochao suddenly thought that he was indeed too dependent on the divine book. If one day, the divine book betrayed him or was robbed, then...

"The magic of the undead bird is too much, and it often consumes its own life and magic at the same time to exert its greatest power. So it's really a burden for people like you who rely on foreign objects to use magic. Moyang said this and suddenly gritted his teeth, "Da Damn..."

"Hmm?" Ma Xiaochao saw several bottles containing potions on Moyang's body, which were broken into pieces, and the colorful potions were hanging on Moyang's black robe.

"Ha, it seems that even if you don't kill me, I will be eroded by these drugs. Remember what I just said, find your own strength, and don't rely on anything from the outside world anymore!" Moyang's eyes widened and said in great pain, "Kid, give me a good time with your arrow! I have a lot of good things on me, and they are all yours!"

Ma Xiaochao nodded, raised the sky in his hand, but touched the earlobe again and said, "Can my attack break your defense?"

Moyang couldn't laugh or cry and said angrily, "Mages are all fragile creatures! Ah! Damn it! Hurry up!"

Ma Xiaochao took a deep breath, raised his hand, and shot an arrow. In an instant, a warm current enveloped his whole body, like a warm majestic wind blowing. Several times in a row, Ma Xiaochao knew that his experience must have increased a lot by killing Mo Yang.

What surprised Ma Xiaochao was that the bodies of other people except the Demon Lord were still left in this space. Regardless of the final reward, Ma Xiaochao ran over excitedly and prepared to touch the body.

Liyue and others are not like Ma Xiaochao's bottomless dragon saddle. All their belongings are stored in the belt. The general storage props in the mainland are necessary for everyone who travels to the mainland. Few people make storage props, so Moyang, Liyue and others also use belts to store things.

Liyue was very poor. Ma Xiaochao touched the whole belt and found only one branch. I wanted to throw it away, but I found a line of small words on it. So he decided to take this branch to the elf country.

Beluth is much richer, a black box containing unknown powder, a blue staff with a cold smell, and a pair of crystal-like shoes. Ma Xiaochao put these three things into the dragon saddle and shook his head helplessly. It seemed that none of them were suitable for men.

There are many good things on Moyang's body, but most of them were blown up and preserved. There is only a Six-pointed Star Book and a heavy bag. The bag could not be opened, but Ma Xiaochao felt that there were stones inside.

After doing all this, Ma Xiaochao knocked on the wall, because he had to get out of here quickly. Otherwise, he will have to eat human flesh.

"What is knocking?" An old and disdainful voice sounded in Ma Xiaochao's ear.

"You..." Ma Xiaochao turned around, a face that was extremely consistent with his voice, and stared at him closely.

"What are you?" The old man brushed his short white hair as strong as a needle and said disdainfully, "I forgot to tell you that the so-called treasure is what you get from them after killing your opponents!"

"Well, please let me out." Greed, selfish, hypocritical and despicable. Ma Xiaochao deeply realized all this here. He really didn't want to stay here any longer, even for a little time.

"Can I let you out?" The old man snorted coldly, "Dream!"