Infinite Heroes Seat

"Can you really live forever?"

Hearing this, Mo Wen chuckled. 【Starting】. .

"Whether it's real or fake, do you still have a choice?"

He pressed his hand to Xuan Huo Jian, but his eyes were exceptionally cold.

Perhaps the death of the white fox touched his heart slightly, or he was even more restless after tasting Li Xun's blood, and now Mo Wen had a bloodthirsty impulse, Yan Hong's questioning made him extremely dissatisfied.

A faint white light gushed from his hand, spreading towards Xuanhuojian, and then listened to the latter's whisper, trembling constantly in the white light.

Although the magic weapon in Zhuxian has no self-awareness or the existence of so-called spirits, it has more or less its own spirituality. The more advanced the magic weapon, the stronger this spirituality. In the original book, Lu Xueqi’s Tianya Excalibur It has an enemy-like induction with the Bloodthirsty Orb, and the spirituality of Xuanhuojian may be the strongest, because it is very likely that there is a trace of the witch’s exquisite remnant soul. In the original book, this magic weapon has even been actively protected. Zhang Xiaofan, it is clear that Xuan Huojian's actions are now telling Mo Wen that it did not choose him.

"What if it's not mine? Lao Tzu's things are all snatched!"

Mo Wen made a smirk at this, and the white light in his hand became stronger and stronger, spreading upward amid the constant screams of Xuan Huo Jian.

Looking at everything in front of her stunned, Yan Hong suddenly moved in her heart. This seemed to be a good opportunity. This Mo Wen seemed to be busy recovering Xuanhuojian. Now, she seems to have a chance--

But the next moment, she pressed this idea to the bottom of her heart. She met Mo Wen's eyes, those cold, ruthless and deep eyes, she did not dare to resist. Can't resist.

I don’t know how long it has passed, maybe it’s a long time, the exquisite remnant soul in Xuanhuojian has lost its power, or in the rage, Mo Wen's power has become stronger, and finally Xuanhuojian stopped beating and was completely Shrouded in white light. Lie down in Mo Wen's hands honestly.

Xuan Huo Jian

Grade: a-

Category: Treasures for People

The supreme artifact, the essence of fire, if you can truly master its power usage. It can summon eight wild fire dragons, burn all things in the world, and cooperate with the "Eight Fierce Profound Fire Array" to destroy the heavens and the earth.

His face was slightly pale. Mo Wen put away the Xuanhuojian. But his eyes turned to Yan Hong.

The latter took a deep breath, but lowered his head and signed his name on the piece of paper.

"Owner!"

With Yan Hong's whisper, Mo Wen suddenly laughed, and the laughter continued for a long time in the cave.

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Outside of Xiaochi Town, Mo Wen was playing with Xuan Huo Jian while flying in the air. He had separated from Yan Hong half a day ago. As for how Yan Hong went back to explain Li Xun's death in battle, it was not within his consideration. He only had to bury a nail of his own in one of the three sects of the right way.

The breeze was slow. Not long after, Mo Wen had already come to the sky above an official road. Although Xiaochi Town and Kongsang Mountain were in the Central Plains, they were closer to the borders and deserts, so they were sparsely populated. There were not many people on this official road.

After walking for a while, Mo Wen frowned, smiled slightly, and slid down from the air to a small tea stand on the side of the road. It was midday at noon, and it was very hot in the middle of the day. This tea stand There are already five or six guests sitting inside, drinking tea while enjoying the cold. It’s not uncommon. I don’t know if Mo Wen moved too quickly, or the guests didn’t pay attention to it. Mo Wen came down from the air. People didn't even react at all, but drank tea on their own.

After buying a pot of tea, Mo Wen went straight to find a table and sat down, slowly tasting, looking at the roadside forest, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, I heard a gentle voice from the side of the road: "Boss, bring me a bowl of tea."

The rare breeze in the middle of the day blew by, causing the branches and leaves of the big tree to sway, and a little bit of sun shattered and scattered to the ground. The owner of the tea stall in his fifties agreed and leaned over to pour the tea, but a middle-aged scribe came over and sat down on the table of Mo Wen, his eyebrows were thin and square face, his eyebrows looked elegant, But his eyes are piercing and his forehead is full, yet he has an aura of self-restraint and majesty in this elegance. He wears a Confucian robe with a lavender jade pendant around his waist. Taste.

"Little brother, can I make a table?"

Mo Wen shrugged and poured tea into his mouth.

"Can I say no? Your Excellency has been following me for a long time. The boss over there is not weak, and there are people lying in ambush in the woods next to me. I don't want to ask for trouble!"

At the same time, Mo Wen felt slanderous. Shouldn't the Ghost King Sect Master rush to Liubo Mountain to conquer Kui Niu? Why is there still time to stop him here?

Mo Wen didn't know that although he did not expose the Soul Eater in front of Baguio this time, his series of performances in the Bleeding Cave were enough to make tens of thousands of people suspicious. After all, they have searched for hundreds of years. A righteous disciple knows something that he hasn’t found yet. This is far more worrying than the ownership of a magic weapon. Therefore, although Mo Wen’s actions are much faster than Zhang Xiaofan’s, thousands of people seek him with strength. It was far more than in the original book, and coupled with the delay in Xiaochi Town, before going to Liubo Mountain, Mo Wen was blocked by the Ghost King Sect.

Listening to what Mo Wen said, the middle-aged scribe was taken aback, and then burst into laughter, with his own arrogance between his eyebrows, he sat opposite Mo Wen unceremoniously, and then beckoned to Xiao Lin on the side of the road.

"You all come here too, and meet the little brother who knows our Qingyunmen!"

As soon as his words fell, the forest walked out two more figures, one in purple and the other in green skirt, but You Ji and Baguio who hadn't seen each other for a few days. At the same time, the tea stall owner was not the same. The look of the old man, his eyes ejaculated, and his expression majestic.

Baguio looked at Mo Wen, but his expression was extremely complicated, and then he hummed softly, walked over to take the hand of the middle-aged scribe, and yelled daddy affectionately, while You Ji and the tea stall owner slowly leaned from behind. Coming over, Mo Wen faintly surrounded Mo Wen, and at the same time a tyrannical aura came over.

Mo Wen didn't even notice this, and still drank tea slowly.

A glimmer of reward flashed in his eyes, Wan Xiang said a few words to Baguio, but suddenly he said to Mo Wen, "Little brother, do you know what is going on here?"

Mo Wen took a breath, took another sip of tea, and said casually, "Sorry, solicitation does not result in killing. It should be said that the Sect Master of the Ghost King himself went out and brought the two holy envoys, the White Tiger and the Suzaku. I, a righteous kid, should say Feeling honored?"

"Oh?" Ten thousand people jumped at their brows, "You are not afraid that I will actually do it. Although you are outstanding among the younger generation, your practice is short after all. I am afraid that I am not the opponent of the few people I waited for!"

When he said that, thousands of people were stunned in their hearts. The young man in front of him was too calm. The tolerance and the calmness of facing dangers were not like what he should have at his age. The cultivation base that is not weak, for the first time, a trace of murderous intent burst into the eyes of tens of thousands of people.

Something seemed to be sensed, Baguio's face, who was holding the tens of thousands of people to his shoulders, changed slightly, and there was some worry in his eyes when he looked at Mo Wen.

Mo Wen chuckles, "No one is afraid of the Sect Master of the Ghost King taking action, but he has some ability in the next. Although the chance of escape is not very stable, there is always one or two certainty. Besides, your Excellency brought me here. It's not just to kill me. Since there are talks, I will talk about them first, maybe I don't have to run away!"

The reason why Mo Wen dared to come down under this situation ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ naturally had a certain degree of assurance. With his current cultivation base, coupled with Soul Eater and other treasures, even if it is not enough to defeat 10,000 people. It’s not too much, and Baguio is by his side. He doesn’t believe it will really fight. She will watch Mo Wen being killed by her father, and she can control Ten Thousand Go and You Ji so much that she can’t do anything. When there is only one white tiger left, can he still be killed?

Without knowing that Mo Wen has already calculated his mind on his daughter's head, thousands of people have become more and more admiring Mo Wen. I am more confident, and I am even more looking forward to it.

"Mo Wen, right? How about you join my Ghost King Sect? I can be the master of Baguio and betrothed to you. After a hundred years, this Ghost King Sect is yours!"

, (To be continued..)

ps: Thanks to Feng 218891, the mystery of the monthly pass.

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