The sudden change made Qi Xiangnan extremely shocked, and his eyes were full of disbelief. When he saw Mo Zhaoxie's eyes, especially the smile on the corner of his mouth, he knew what was coming from his heart, fear!

Yan Chengjiang looked at Mo Zhaoxie, but Lu, who had given up immediately, was shocked immediately. Without saying a word, a flying knife of immortals flew out and slashed at Mo Zhaoxie like lightning.

"Hmph!" Mo Zhaoxie let out a snorted softly, and he also flicked his fingers lightly. The flying knife was immediately shattered. He looked at Yan Chengjiang coldly and walked towards Qi Xiangnan step by step, "Don't mess with people you can't afford to offend."

Yan Chengjiang was frightened in his heart. What must have happened to Mo Zhaoxie. He wanted to know, but he didn't dare to go into it further.

Qi Xiangnan saw Mo Zhaoxie walking step by step, but couldn't help but take a step back. Then he realized that he was already scared without realizing it. The fear from the soul had begun to dominate his body and react.

"The Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, right?" Mo Zhaoxie's voice had not changed, but anyone could hear that it was definitely not Mo Zhaoxie himself talking, "Are you so arrogant just now? Come on, I'll let you kill."

"Who are you?" Qi Xiangnan was frightened, and he stabbed in his hands and made the strongest blow at any time.

"You are not worthy of knowing!" Mo Zhaoxie turned his hand into the demon-loving sword in his hand and glanced at the evil soldiers in his hand. "I didn't expect that those humble human races would actually succeed in the end. It's good, let me try the power."

baffling!

Inexplicable words, inexplicable expressions, inexplicable power!

Lu looked at Mo Zhaoxie with his eyes lit up, "It appeared again."

Mo You and others next to him looked at the extremely strange Mo Zhaoxie at this time. There was only deep fear and no longer any closeness before.

Mo Zhaoxie stood there, gently stroked the sword body, and the breeze blew his face, but it was like a murderous intent!

"Haha," Qi Xiangnan laughed, stabbed in his hands, took the lead and appeared next to Mo Zhaoxie across the space. He took the initiative to attack and killed Mo Zhaoxie!

"Ant!" Mo Zhao Xie spoke, and waved the evil soldiers in his hand gently.

The four-sided thorns immediately paused and then shattered. Qi Xiangnan stood behind Mo Zhaoxie, widened his eyes, unable to believe it. Finally, a bloodline appeared on his neck. The next moment, Qi Xiangnan's head rolled to the side.

"I dare to be arrogant in front of me," Mo Zhaoxie turned the evil soldier in his hand and waved his sword casually. "Since I have taken the benefits of this little guy, I can only do something for him."

A thousand miles away, Qi Xiangnan was originally fishing leisurely in a place with beautiful mountains and rivers. However, the next moment, the spiritual sense was not good and hurriedly dodged. Unfortunately, a sword light seemed to come across time and space. No matter how he dodged, a long bloody mouth was still drawn on his chest. The next moment, blood splattered, shocking.

Qi Xiangnan looked at the bloody marks on his chest, and was frightened. Finally, he only said two words, "Evil Soldier!"

Even though he is an incarnation, he is no longer much different from himself. Such a strong man is shocking.

After Mo Zhaoxie killed Qi Xiangnan, he looked at Yan Chengjiang, "I think your gourd is good, please stay."

Yan Chengjiang looked at Mo Zhaoxie, especially at the demon-loving sword in Mo Zhaoxie's hand. Others don't know, and even the evil soldiers like Mo Zhaoxie didn't know what kind of secrets the supreme evil soldiers were hiding, and how powerful they were that shocked the world and the ghosts and gods were.

Although the Demon-Enjoying Sword at this time was still the Demon-Enjoying Sword and was still in Mo Zhaoxie's hand, it was no longer the Demon-Enjoying Sword.

"What if I don't give it?" Yan Chengjiang was the lord of a country after all, and his supreme authority made it impossible for him to surrender to others like this.

"It's so much nonsense!" Mo Zhaoxie let out a casual sword.

Yan Chengjiang's eyes widened, but he was dead the next moment.

Similarly, in the Yan Kingdom Palace millions of miles away, Yan Chengjiang suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the eye-catching bloodstains on his chest. There were only two words, "Evil Soldier!"

When he waved, he started with the immortal-killing gourd, laughed and put it away.

The crisis that was originally bound to death was actually resolved by Mo Zhaoxie so strangely.

"Boy, I promised you what I did. Give me your hundred-year lifespan." A voice sounded in Mo Zhaoxie's mind. The next moment, Mo Zhaoxie's youthful appearance became aging in an instant. In a short time, Mo Zhaoxie's black hair became snow-white, and obvious wrinkles appeared on his face. In an instant, Mo Zhaoxie's transformation had become almost a hundred years old!

"Big Brother!" Qianqian looked at Mo Zhaoxie's appearance and cried and threw himself into Mo Zhaoxie's arms.

Mo Zhao smiled evilly, but with a dusk that shouldn't have been there, "Big Brother is fine..." But his voice was no longer as high and clear as before, and only deep fatigue and oldness.

"Mo Zhaoxie, you..." Ke Shaoqing looked at Mo Zhaoxie and couldn't help but feel sad. He was a young man just now, but in a blink of an eye, he became such an old man with a twilight drool.

"Senior, it's okay, at least I'm still alive, right?" Mo Zhaoxie smiled softly, and he also had an unconcealed old look.

"Oh..." Ke Shaoqing sighed deeply, not knowing what to say.

Mo Zhaoxie walked to Mo You and looked at Mei Jianxue and Huang Lao, "Senior, how about it?"

Mo You shook his head, "It's just a broken arm, it's okay." Looking at Mo Zhaoxie's face and body that was older than him, Mo You really didn't know what to say.

Mei Jianxue looked at Mo Zhaoxie's appearance, and his eyes were still the same as before. No matter what Mo Zhaoxie became, it was the same in her eyes. "I knew you would definitely come. I'm fine, it's just Huang Lao..."

Mo Zhaoxie looked at Mr. Huang worriedly.

Old Huang's aura was very weak, and his extremely serious injury was taking away his life very quickly. In addition, Old Huang forced himself to calculate the secret of heaven just now, and he exhausted the last glimmer of hope for life. I'm afraid he really couldn't make the world come true.

Mo Zhaoxie waved his hand, and the Beidou candlestick was suspended above Old Huang's head, and a series of glimmer of light was scattered to protect Old Huang.

Huang Lao smiled and looked at Mo Zhaoxie's appearance, "No need to worry, I know my body myself." After a pause, he pointed it on the Kunlun plate, and the lights dissipated like fog. "In fact, when I left Tianxing Academy, I calculated a fortune for myself. I had known that there was such a death disaster, so there was nothing to be sad about."

"Since you have calculated it, why are you still coming?" Mo Zhaoxie looked at Mr. Huang.

"When you are old, there is no such thing as hesitation. In the end, it is also good to be able to fight with this Qilin again." Old Huang looked very free and easy, without the sadness and loneliness of dying.

Mo You sighed softly, but no one could hear it.

Mo Zhaoxie also sighed softly, but no one could hear it.

Huang Lao pointed on the Ninth-generation Kunlun Plate, and circles of fog-like light emitted, "I know that my fate is over today, don't attack evil, just let me use the last blood to calculate a fortune for you!"

The last hexagram, the last reluctance, the last thought.

Don’t draw the evil to focus on the key points, “Okay!”

Old Huang smiled slightly, nodded, as if he finally let go of his last reluctance, let go of his last regret, let go of Mo Zhaoxie, and let him go of himself.

The Kunlun plate of the ninth generation is slowly turning, with fog everywhere, as if there is a crying sound. Perhaps it also feels that it feels Huang Lao's last, and is also saying goodbye to Huang Lao, telling the last reluctance and sadness.

In Huang Lao's eyes, the chaotic light flowed endlessly, but blood flowed outside his eyes. At this moment, Huang Lao was happy, without regrets, and faced the ending he had already calculated calmly.

In the end, only one sentence left was Youyou, "I finally calculated..."

Huang got old, and he didn't tell Mo Zhaoxie what he had calculated. With the final satisfaction, he left peacefully...

No one knows whether Mr. Huang finally calculated it, and no one knows what Mr. Huang finally calculated it, it no longer matters.

The Ninth-generation Kunlun Plate is quietly suspended there, as if watching Huang Lao leave. After a moment, it fell into Mo Zhaoxie's hands. There was no light at all, and there was only dilapidation and rust.
Chapter completed!