Chapter 678 Obsession

The demonless old man turned around the body in front of him, frowned and said, "It can't be an illusion. The half-step fairy realm, hallucinations and illusions can't happen. Just now, I really felt that there is a touch of consciousness in this body."

Zhuge Butang said, "It's easy to do this. I'll enter this body and see who this divine consciousness is?"

"No!" The old man Wumo quickly said, "This wisp of divine knowledge is unknown. I don't know if it is the divine thoughts left by Mo Killing Luo."

"Don't worry, senior, I know it." After Zhuge Buting said that Yuanshen had penetrated into the ten thousand-foot demon body in front of him, but the seven divine caves were left outside. These seven divine caves are the key to his rebirth, and it is the safest to guard them with or without demons.

The old man Wumo opened his mouth, but it was too late to stop Zhuge Fuliang. He had penetrated into the body of Mo Shiluo. The demon-free old man frowned slightly, raised his hand and waved, and a light curtain put away the seven divine caves.

.... ....

Zhuge Buteng's yuanshen got into the heart of the body's eyebrows and appeared in the sky over a dark sea. The waves were surging, and the dark sea rolled up the huge waves. The whole Mohai sea was windy, and the sea tornado turned over the sea like an oolong, and the sky turned over.

"Uh-huh..." Zhuge Fuliang snorted and appeared on this sea of ink. He felt an unprecedented pressure, because his current cultivation had fallen into the realm of forgetfulness. In Kyushu, it was at best the state of the godhood.

"Here... It should be the sea of knowledge of Mo Killing Luo. I didn't expect that even if Mo Killing Luo died, Shihai would be so complete. Zhuge Fuliang muttered and controlled Yuanshen to walk through this sea of ink.

"Woo-woo~~"

The wind is strong above the sea of ink, and the black clouds are blowing in the sky.

In the vast Mohai Sea, the wind is winding with dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, there is a petrel~~~ Flying arrogantly~~

"Damn, it's not Haiyan~~, what is that?" Zhuge Buteng wanted to recite two poems, but in a trance, he seemed to see a dark shadow in the sky. Looking closely, it turned out to be a black bird. The black bird shuttled between the black clouds and flew high on the dark sea.

Zhuge B no Liang urged the yuan god and quickly followed him. The black bird also seemed to have felt the existence of Zhuge B no Liang, circled in the air, and then flew directly to the depths of the Mohai.

It lasted for half an hour. Finally, the black bird stopped and turned into a black man. He stood proudly on the waves and stood with his hands on his hands, like a great demon god, as if he was the master of this sea of ink. However, he turned his back to Zhuge Fuliang.

"Excuse me, are you a demon killer?" Zhuge Butiao's yuan god floated over, but he didn't dare to get too close.

The black-haired man did not speak, but still turned his back to Zhuge.

"Who are you? Is it the magic killer?" Zhuge Buriang asked again.

This time, the dark-haired man said: "You... I'm back."

Zhuge Fuliang was stunned when he heard the words and said, "I'm back? What do you mean? Have I seen you?"

The black-haired man laughed and turned around. It turned out to be a skeleton face, and the deep eyes were as horrible as the abyss.

"Myss!"

Zhuge Fuliang suddenly took a cold breath, was shocked, and floated out.

The man with a dark-haired skeleton face smiled and said, "I've been in this body. I saw you when you came. You are a seven-star treasure body, right?"

"Well..." Zhuge Bbuliang had a strange feeling. He stared at the horrible skull face of the dark-haired man and said, "Yes, I'm a seven-star treasure body. May I ask this senior, are you a demon killer?"

The ferocious skeleton face of the black-haired man stared at Zhuge Butliang's Yuanshen, but did not answer Zhuge Butliang's question and said, "Your Yuanshen... has directly entered this sea of knowledge. Is it that you no longer have a body?"

Under normal circumstances, a person's genity will never be easily separated from the body, unless it is destroyed by the body, or under some special circumstances. Otherwise, the geno three-dimensional is dangerous for anyone.

Zhuge Fuliang's yuanshen was silent and said nothing.

"Son, come with me." The voice of the dark-haired man suddenly became much softer. He turned around and turned into a black bird again and flew towards the sea of ink.

Zhugebulang instinctively followed, and he didn't know why. In the face of this strange man with a skeleton face, Zhugebulang felt a sense of subconscious intimacy, as if he had the feeling when he saw the fall of heaven. Fallen into the sky is transformed by the split of the last seven-star treasure body demon killer Luo. Zhuge Butiao is a seven-star treasure body. It is normal to have a sense of intimacy when he sees the fall into the sky, but who is the skeleton-faced man in front of him?

The wind is roaring, and the dark sea is tumbling.

Above the sea of ink, there is a milky white light curtain, as crystal clear as crystal, emitting a faint luster. From a distance, it looks like a little star in this black ocean.

The black bird turned into a man again and stopped in front of the milky light curtain.

Zhuge's yuan god followed and said, "What is this?"

The black-haired skeleton-faced man said, "This is a trace of memory left by the demon killing Luo before his death."

Zhugebuliang was surprised: "The memory of the demon killing Luo before his death? Then who are you?

"Me?" The black-haired skeleton-faced man said with a wry smile, "I'm just a trace of obsession with magic killing Luo." With that, the black-haired and skull-faced man waved his hand and said, "Look!"

On the milky white light curtain, circles of fluctuation spread, and the originally blurred light curtain became clear. In Zhuge Buliang's surprised expression, a picture appeared on the light curtain. A burly and heroic man stood proudly in the clouds, holding a black square halberd, floating on the top of his head exuding Aomori. The flying sword with cold light.

"He is... "Mo Kill Luo?" Zhuge is not clear.

"Hmm." The black-haired and skull-faced man nodded.

The heroic man in the light curtain is the magic killer Luo. At this moment, he holds a square sky painting halberd and gallops in the air. The Qingming sword above his head is flying up and down, and the sword is extremely fierce. At this time, two people with golden light all over flew over and killed Mo Shuluo without saying a word.

The magic killer Luo raised the black square sky painting halberd in his hand, and the black sharpness directly penetrated one of them.

And the Qingming sword above his head also flew out and cut off a person's head.

It's just that the two practitioners with golden light all over their bodies did not shed blood, but turned into a little golden light and dissipated in the void.

Zhuge Buting's yuanshen fluctuated. If he didn't expect it, these two golden people must be the chaotic split who chased the demon and killed Luo in those years.

At this time, a beautiful woman appeared in the light curtain. This woman was beautiful, holding a baby in her arms.

Zhuge Bu said softly, and he had a feeling that this stunning woman seemed to have seen her somewhere. Suddenly, Zhuge Buteng thought of the frozen woman in the ice tomb under Fengmang Mountain, which was simply engraved in the same mold as the woman in the picture at this time.

The black-haired and skull-faced man said softly, "She is the wife of Mo Killing Luo, and her name is Qianqiu. Mo Killing Luo has two confidants in her life. Qianqiu is one of them, and the other is a demon cultivation of the demon clan. Unfortunately, the beauty is thin. After Mo Killing Luo just entered the Honghuang Fairyland, she was killed.

"That baby... It must be the son of Moshaluo..." Zhuge Fuliang's voice was a little low. Seeing the baby in Moluo's wife's arms, he had a strange feeling.

The black-haired skeleton man looked at Zhuge Butliang, but there was no expression in his dark eyes. He said lightly, "Keep watching."

In the picture, Mo Killing Luo and Qianqiu seemed to be fleeing. Qianqiu seemed to be seriously injured and stained with blood in white, but they still held the baby tightly in their arms. At this time, the picture turned, and Mo Killing Luo and Qianqiu appeared over a large mountain. The scene here was not clear. It was the junction of the southern and eastern regions, Guling.

At this moment, Luo is fighting against three practitioners. The appearance of these three practitioners is not clear. They are the Old Eastern Emperor, the Old Western Emperor and the Old Southern Emperor. Five thousand years ago, these three people were still the emperors of the three realms.

In the picture, Mo Killingluo seemed to say something, but Zhuge Butang couldn't hear it clearly at all. Then the demon killer Luo fought with the three people again. Not far away, Mo Killingluo's wife Qianqiu held the baby in her arms, and her face was full of anxiety.

But at this time, a sword came from the sky, which suddenly pierced Qianqiu's chest and fell. The baby in her arms was picked up by a man who turned out to be one of the three half-step immortals who fought against Qingyun in Taixu. According to the words of the old Western Emperor, this man was the lord of the Northern Regions ten thousand years ago, the Northern Emperor.

"FUCK!" Zhuge Buteng's anger burned for no reason, and a sense of hatred arose spontaneously. This feeling was not even clear to himself.

The black-haired skeleton man glanced at Zhuge and said nothing.

"You old guys, wait for me to go back to the Honghuang Fairyland, and I'm bound to have no place to die!" Zhuge Buzuo cursed viciously.

In the picture, the beautiful woman fell, and the baby fell into the hands of the Northern Emperor. The demon kill Luo was crazy, flying wildly, holding a black square sky painting halberd to kill the Northern Emperor. But at this time, the sky cracked, and a big silver-white palm fell down, imprinting the magic killer Luo fiercely.

Then, the Northern Emperor slapped the baby in his arms. The baby's body collapsed, and seven purple stars flew out. The silver-white big hand in the void poked out to catch the seven stars. But at this time, the mutiny suddenly emerged. I don't know when an old man with a white beard appeared. He raised his hand to guard the seven stars, and disappeared in an in an swisthe.......

The picture stopped abruptly in this lesson, and the milky white light curtain was blurred again.

"Is this... over?" Zhuge Fuliang was in a trance.

The man with a black and skull face nodded: "This is a memory of Mo Killing Luo before his death. Do you understand now?"

"What do you understand?"

"I understand why you are a seven-star treasure body."