The grass in Lili plain grows wither every year.

Generally speaking, as long as the environment is not extremely harsh, the vitality of these weeds will be shocking. Even in the dark underground, they can forcefully push through a crack.

This scene of exhaustion of vitality is definitely not caused by natural factors.

"Master Yue Hall, there is still zombie aura and death aura around here." Ye Junfeng said beside a big tree not far away with only its stump left.

There was only a section of the tree remnant left, with a strong corpse aura, a dead aura, and other evil auras. If it weren't for the fresh air around, Ye Junfeng would have thought he had dug some rice dumpling.

It's a big tomb.

"As for corpse qi..." Langshou muttered slightly and said, "The one who makes best use of corpse qi in Daxia is the Nether Sect among the twelve sects. The Thousand Corpses Hall of this sect specializes in refining

The corpse’s entrance.”

"Keep chasing. There has just been a big battle here. It seems that the Mo family and Tiangong are fighting. We can quietly fall behind and reap the benefits."

The other two people nodded silently, arranged for their men to pay attention to the movement, and continued to track into the mountains.

Shortly after they left, someone else arrived.

Only this time, a wooden kite carried the two beauties, circled in the air, and then flew towards the south without stopping much.

On top of the wooden kite, Xianzhu and Siming stood in front of and behind each other, but what was surprising was that Xianzhu's Heavenly Demon Qin was held in Siming's hand at this time.

The wooden kite flew straight to the south. The string master stood on the wooden kite's back and looked at the surrounding mountains and rivers. He suddenly sighed and said: "I am still missing. It is a matter of life and death for a person. I thought he would

Appeared, but until now, Junko has not been found."

The inheritance of Junzi's identity and the replacement of the forbidden blood seal require his or her consent. In other words, only the previous generation of Junzi who is willing to be killed can pass it on to the current generation of Junzi.

In a sense, each generation of Junzi is the continuation of the ideas of the previous generation. Because they pass on their ideas to the next generation and regard them as their successors, they are willing to be killed and pass on the prohibition of blood.

Print it to the other party.

The current generation of moments should be very synchronized with the previous generation of moments.

That's why the string master wanted to lure Mokiko out, because based on her understanding of the previous Mokiko, it was related to the life and death of a nine-year-old man, and Mokiko would not just sit idly by.

But it is a pity that until now, I have never seen the shadow of Mokiko, as if this person does not exist at all.

"It doesn't matter, I've been here for a long time and I have plenty of time to find him out." The string master closed his eyes and sighed again.

I don't know if there is regret or happiness hidden in this sigh. Maybe even the string master doesn't know whether he really wants to find Mokiko Moto, or just regards it as a necessary goal.

This generation of Junzi is the ideological successor of the previous generation of Junzi, and the descendant of the previous generation of Junzi, but he is also the person who personally sent the previous generation of Junzi on his way. This extremely complicated combination of identities makes the string master not sure how to face him.

"Then let's proceed as agreed."

Siming stretched out his hand and brushed it on his face. The delicate and white face changed slightly and became the face of the string master. His long hair, as white as frost and snow, also turned into three thousand blue hairs.

"From now on, I am Gao Jiangxue, the string master of the Mo family." Si Mingxin plucked the strings and said calmly.

As for the string master himself, he had a different look at this time, "The big net has been set up, and we are just waiting for the enemy... to enter the net."

"Woo——"

The wooden kite flapped its wings and made a whining sound as it flew rapidly through the air.

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At the top of the dome peak, Thunder King was three feet above the ground, sitting cross-legged in the void, with Shennong's ruler across his knees, emitting green brilliance continuously.

"Rumble!"

Thunder resounded within his body, as if thunder was being conceived in his abdominal cavity, and light was constantly erupting all over his body.

Compared with the state of serious injury a few days ago, the Thunder King at this time has a powerful majesty, as if the God of Thunder came to the world, and the huge pressure filled all directions, causing all the plants on the peak to fall down, and instead knelt down before him.

"Husband."

A white shadow fell from the sky, with frost behind the wind, and its eyes were filled with murderous intent, "Yi'er is dead, in the hands of Qin Yang, the Mohist."

Thunder King Dou'er opened his eyes, thunder flashed, and there seemed to be a sea of ​​thunder rolling and roaring in his eyes, "Yi'er is dead! Shanhou, why didn't you tell me?!"

Feng Leiyi had already returned to Daxuan during the battle in Guangling County. After so long, King Lei thought he had arrived at Daxuan with Ze Shuai, but now Feng Hou said that Feng Leiyi was dead.

King Lei understood immediately that Shanhou had concealed the news, and it was impossible for Daxuan not to know about Feng Leiyi's death.

"Based on your physical condition at that time, King Lei, if I told you, it would just be to make you suffer in vain."

Shanhou appeared from the side shaking his fan and said: "Qin Yang of the Mo family has extraordinary talents. According to my observation, he also has the blood of a member of the Celestial Clan. That day at the border of Daxuan, the Celestial Lord relied on the relationship between the robbery master and the robbery slave.

Possessed by Tianluozi, but still defeated by Qin Yang, what's the point of telling you the news earlier, King Lei?"

Before King Lei recovers from his injuries, as long as he dares to fight with Qin Yang, Qin Yang will dare to directly kill people, and King Lei may not even be able to dodge.

Just like last time, King Lei also abandoned his thunder knife and escaped from Qin Yang's hands.

"Stab-"

The King of Thunder waved his hand and struck out a bolt of thunder and lightning sword energy, turning the folding fan in Shanhou's hand into powder without harming him at all. "Whether it's useful or not is my business, but whether you say it or not is your business. If it's still useful, it's your business."

Next time, this knife will hit your head."

"Oh, this is my second favorite folding fan."

Shanhou lamented and took out another folding fan from his sleeve, opened it with a swipe, and fanned it gently, "Fortunately, I had predicted it and kept this favorite folding fan as a spare. King Lei, you have recovered from your injury now.

In fact, I don’t intend to hide it from you anymore. Anyway, you will come to Qin Yang to get back the thunder knife, so there is no point in hiding it or not."

"But I would like to remind you that back then you had a thunder knife, and you were able to work with Feng Hou to seriously injure the string master. Now, your thunder knife is gone, so you need to think twice before fighting."

"Do you think I am no match for that junior?" King Lei sneered and stood up.

"It's not Qin Yang, it's Master Xian." Shanhou covered half of his face with a folding fan, his eyes full of solemnity, "I always feel that the woman Master Xian has a big plan. It was difficult to calculate it with hexagrams before.

Good luck and bad luck will come."

"What good or bad luck? I only believe that man can defeat heaven, and that the strong will win. I am determined to kill that junior Qin Yang."
Chapter completed!