Chapter 301 Entangled Scroll

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Tianmo Avenue, a mysterious demon sect. Among them, monks come from all races, but they all practice magic. It is said that Tianmo Avenue is a part of the Taoism inherited from the ancient "Demon Palace". The magic skills are extremely mysterious, but they are also extremely mysterious. Few people in the demon world know the name of the main skills in this sect.

Such a mysterious sect will now send 20 masters to grab treasures from the Tianlong Sect, the first sect in the northern region, for the sake of a relic of an ancient cave.

"This ancient cave ruins must have been left by a strong man at the peak of ancient times." Xiao Heng was full of eyesight and quietly looked at the more than 20 monks on Tianmo Avenue in the far away and said slowly.

"Watch carefully. When it's messy, we'll rush in immediately." Ling Kudie stared at the two teams facing each other in the distance and whispered.

Xiao Heng squeezed his lips when he heard the words and asked hesitantly, "What if we meet the strong man of Tianlong Sect in the ruins of the ancient cave?"

Ling Kudie was stunned when she heard the words. After pondering for a while, she said, "Try not to hurt people. When necessary, you can only show your body. If they continue to attack after you reveal your body, then kill them all. Tianlong Sect definitely has a different heart.

When Xiao Heng heard the words, a trace of anger suddenly appeared on his face. After nodding his head fiercely to the withered butterfly, he also stared at the distance.

"You mean you don't want to?" A monk, who was shrouded in a black robe, suddenly stepped out of the team on Tianmo Avenue and whispered to the elders of Tianlong Sect in the distance. The tone is as plain as water, without a trace of emotion.

In the middle of Tianlongzong, the old man with ragged clothes and a very majestic temperament also slowly took a step forward and said firmly, "This is the cave site of the dragon elders of the Tianlong Sect. If you want, you have to pass our pass first, otherwise, absolutely not." After that, he also waved his big sleeves, and a flashing lyre appeared in front of him in an instant.

At the same time, nearly 30 monks standing beside him also took out their own magic weapons in an instant.

Time flips, the spirit is dazzling, and the breath is fing. The stock is as huge as the sea, and the monks of this team of Tianlong Sect are rolling out.

"I don't know what's good or bad. In this case, I have to grab it." The black-robed monk was agitated all over the black robe, and the rolling yin gas rolled out of his body in an instant. After a while, a thick black cloud condensed not far in front of him.

The black clouds are churning like boiling water, which is frightening. The countless ghost howls from it make the heads of the elders of Tianlong Sect in the distance heavy.

"Ghost Xiu?" Ling Kudie's face was stunned and looked at a dark cloud in front of the man.

"Pang."

It didn't wait for Xiao Heng and the rest of the elders to react. A terrible pressure that trembled the sky rolled out in an instant.

"Yang.... Yangjing... The peak." As soon as they felt this unparalleled pressure, the people of Tianlong Sect suddenly turned pale and looked at this person in horrified.

Xiao Heng trembled all over. After swallowing his saliva with difficulty, he immediately looked at the dead butterfly.

At this time, the withered butterfly looked at the figure shrouded in a black robe under the sky in the distance.

"It's you... Impossible..." After a while, the dead butterfly gently spit out five words.

Just as Xiao Heng was surprised, the two teams had already fought together. The sword spirit is vertical and horizontal, and the sound of the piano is demented. The tragic picture suddenly came into Xiao Heng's eyes.

However, the man in black with horrible cultivation did not move at all.

Xiao Heng's heart tightened and turned his head to Ling Kudie and asked, "Spiritual friend, do you know this person?"

The dead butterfly did not respond at all when it heard the words, and still stared at the black-robed monk like a god king under the sky in the distance. And his eyes were full of tears at this time.

"Uh."

Xiao Heng looked at the dead butterfly with some surprise. In Xiao Heng's impression, the dead butterfly is an iceberg beauty, and it is impossible to have anything to make it weak. But now, the withered butterfly just looked at the man in the distance and cried like rain.

"It's him... He is not dead... He is still alive." The withered butterfly was full of tears on his face, and an expression of pear blossoms and rain made Xiao Heng stunned in an instant.

"Spirit... Spiritual friend, are you all right? Who the hell are you talking about?" Xiao Heng was shocked, but his curiosity was still to be satisfied. After asking with concern, Xiao Heng asked again who the man in black was.

At this time, the battle 20 miles away is also coming to an end. The monks of Tianmo Avenue didn't even have a cup of tea, so they killed all the more than 30 elders of Tianlong Sect who were cultivated as Tongxuan. Although half of the manpower on Tianmo Avenue has been lost, it is enough to make them proud. You know, those who fought with them were the elders of the Tianlong Sect of the first sect in the northern region.

From beginning to end, the mysterious man in black robe did not take action once, but watched the situation coldly. Even if the monk of Tianmo Avenue was seriously injured and fell, he didn't seem to care at all.

"Even after more than 100,000 years, I will remember his breath clearly..." In the eyes of the withered butterfly, there was a faint trace of tenderness.

When Xiao Heng saw this, there was a roar in his mind.

"He... He, he, he... Is he Jin Gu?" Xiao Heng looked shocked, opened his mouth wide, and stammered out this sentence.

Jin Gu, in order to save the withered butterfly, he did not hesitate to betray the ghost king and stole the only fixed-point transmission array in the ghost world. Unfortunately, during the transmission, he was interrupted by the nihilless ghost king who cultivated Tongtian. In order to save the withered butterfly, Jin Gu did not hesitate to exhaust his whole body and pushed the fixed-point transmission array of the mysterious gold refining to the space that sealed the withered butterfly.

Unfortunately, he was submerged by the domineering space storm because he was exhausted.

But no one expected that he would appear in the northern part of the demon world tens of thousands of years later. And the cultivation is also regressing to the peak of Yangjing.

Hearing this, Ling Kudie slowly turned her head and looked at Xiao Heng with a reluctant smile.

As soon as Xiao Heng saw the unhappy smile of the dead butterfly, he was immediately surprised.

"Spiritual friend, since you are the predecessor of Jingu, why don't you recognize each other? But such a helpless look?" Xiao Heng narrowed his eyes and stared at Ling Kudie's eyes and asked.

Lingkudie casually wiped her eyes. After taking a deep breath of pain, she looked up to the sky and said, "Oh, it's not just me who has changed over the years."

Looking at Xiao Heng's confused expression, Ling Kudie's whole breath became withered. He explained feebly, "I will never forget his breath. This person is definitely Jin Gu. However, he has the smell of "Love Entangled Magic Scroll" on him. Oh, I didn't expect that ten thousand years later, the old man met, but I didn't dare to recognize each other.

As soon as Xiao Heng heard this, he frowned and asked doubtfully, "Fengqing Entangled Magic Volume?" What kind of skill is this?"

As soon as Xiao Heng's voice fell, the powerless voice of the withered butterfly also slowly sounded in his ear: "A kind of magic skill to seal the seven emotions and six desires and achieve the cultivation of Taoism wholeheartedly. The monk who practices this skill is extremely tenacious, and his heart is tenacious, and the speed of cultivation is also thousands of miles a day. Ordinary people can't stand the long-term retreat. In the eyes of the monks who practice this skill, it is nothing at all. And most importantly, once you practice this skill, you will lose your original self like a walking corpse and become a cultivation maniac who only knows how to practice. Everything else will not enter the eyes of the law.

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