"Ding Chunqiu, you, a traitor who deceives your master and destroys your ancestors, why don't you kneel down and beg for mercy? Please forgive your dog's life. How can you really want to die?"

Listening to A Zi's crisp voice, Ding Chunqiu was so angry that he almost burst into flames. He immediately said with a smile on his face: "A Zi, who is the master you are talking about? Can you introduce it so that I can see it?"

"It's me!"

A cold voice sounded in the hall. Ding Chunqiu turned around with a pale face, looked at the young man who was making noise, and his hand behind him suddenly grabbed it tightly, and then let go.

No, Ding Chunqiu thought to himself that this person's martial arts skills are too high, and he may not be his opponent. He should delay for a while and wait until he gets poisonous. At that time, no matter how capable this kid has, he will have to let him take it. As for this little bitch, A Zi, she must be good-looking at that time.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, Ding Chunqiu took a breath, and then said aloud: "Who is yours? Why are you in a dilemma with my Xingsu Sect? Do you really think I am afraid of you? I just saw you as a junior, so I just gave you some points!"

Usually, Ding Chunqiu said such bold words and had a bunch of disciples praising him, but today all the disciples of Xingsuhai were scared by A Zi and Mo Wen's killing. When Ding Chunqiu suffered a secret loss when he saw him again, he did not dare to say anything, for fear of causing trouble.

When Ding Chunqiu felt something strange, when he turned around, he looked at me and I looked at you, but he turned his face unconsciously. Ding Chunqiu immediately gritted his teeth. If the time was not right, he would have taught these bastards who were greedy for life and fear of death a lesson.

But Mo Wen touched his nose over there, and then his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Why are you in a difficult position? Is it counting to clean up the portal? - A Zi said that I was the head of Xingsuhai but was wrong. I was not interested in such a sect where the mob gathered," he looked at the timid Xingsu sects. Then he sneered, "I don't take it seriously, but she said that you are a fool of your master and destroy your ancestors, so she was right, right? Ding Chun-Qiu of Xiaoyao Sect!"

Ding Chunqiu's eyes suddenly widened, as if he saw something extremely scared. He stretched out a finger and pointed it at Mo Wen tremblingly.

"You, you are—"

Mo Wen revealed the ancient ring on his finger. Then he sighed softly: "Three smiles, Xiaoyao scattered, Fructus fragrance, Death dispersion, Ding Chunqiu, If you only have this ability, then I will send you to see Master Wuyazi. I believe that he is already anxious on the way to the underworld!"

Listening to Wuyazi's death, Ding Chunqiu felt relieved. He glanced at the ring on Mo Wen's hand greedily, and then cursed.

"You! You are indeed the apprentice Wuyazi's old man-dead secretly accepted by him. I knew he was partial and never taught me the best martial arts! It's nonsense to say anything like piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Now I don't even let me go if I die. I even made a little beast like you-" As if I was stimulated, Ding Chunqiu actually yelled at Mo Wen.

I saw that the corners of his eyes were red, his mouth was wide open, revealing his teeth inside, and his expression was particularly ferocious. He did not look like his fairy-like appearance before.

"I'll send you to see that immortal thing now!"

While cursing, Ding Chunqiu's figure immediately rushed out. He grabbed a disciple and threw it at Mo Wen.

He used a sinister and poisonous martial arts of the Xingsu Sect, "Corrupt Corpse Poison" to capture a living person and throw it at the enemy. In fact, the person has already been killed by the capture. The poison fed in his hand seeps into the blood, making the person full of corpse poison. If the enemy uses his palm to escape, it must be stained with corpse poison. Even if he uses a weapon to push it away, the corpse poison will still be stained with the weapon to the palm. Even if he dodges, or hits with martial arts such as the Sky Palm, he will inevitably be attacked by poison gas.

Mo Wen smiled and slapped the cold palm containing the power of the ice silkworm, which froze the disciple out of thin air, and then shook it into several pieces, and the so-called poison did not spread out at all.

However, unexpectedly, after using the "Corrot Poison", Ding Chunqiu did not take action again. Instead, he turned his body and rushed out of the hall quickly.

After guessing that Mo Wen was Wuyazi's disciple, Ding Chunqiu felt a little afraid. Others didn't know it, but he didn't know it. He actually didn't learn any of the martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect's true upper class. The magic method he relied on was only adapted from the remnants of the Beiming Divine Arts. The two were not of the same level at all. The reason why he established the Xingsuhai was just to find the so-called peerless martial arts in the sect. At this time, he saw Mo Wen, who claimed to be the successor of Wuyazi, and he was afraid, especially after having had a fight with Mo Wen, he found that the other party's skills were far above him.

Later, he heard Mo Wen shouting that he had used the poison, and he was even more lucky. He knew that the poison could not help the other party, so he had a desire to retreat in his heart. But seeing the light skills Mo Wen had shown before, he was afraid that he would be blocked by the other party if he escaped directly, so he could only pretend to be angry and use the poison skills, dragging the other party's actions to create a chance for himself.

Seeing that the gate was right in front of him, a smile appeared on the corner of Ding Chunqiu's mouth. If he could escape from the hall, he would be confident that he would be able to escape Mo Wen by relying on the complex terrain and poisons here. If he had good luck, it would not be impossible for the other party to suffer a big loss.

But at this time he heard a sneer behind his back, and saw Mo Wen's fingers separate, grabbing forward, and then shouting loudly.

"Come back for me!"

A whistle that sounded like a dragon's roar, Ding Chunqiu felt a suction force surge towards him. Unpredictable, he was pulled back a few steps. However, Mo Wen used the Dragon Capture skill recorded in the secret book of the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing, and pulled Ding Chunqiu back.

The latter hurriedly stabilized his body, but his heart sank to the bottom of the valley. When he turned around, he saw the figure of the white robe pounced on him.

The two are less than two feet apart.

"Ding Chunqiu, you should die for me!"

Mo Wen jumped up and slammed his palms down.

Eighteen Palms of Dragon Subduing-Flying Dragons in the Sky!

The violent palm wind roared a dragon-like roar, and took photos towards Ding Chunqiu.

Seeing such a momentum, Ding Chunqiu's expression changed. He was a little scared before the fight, but the retreat was broken. He could only grit his teeth and face it. He saw that his palms were pitch black and then turned upwards, which had already urged his poisonous power to the extreme.

As the two of them connected their palms, Ding Chunqiu suddenly spat a mouthful of blood, and his arms were brittle and twisted strangely, and it was actually broken by Mo Wen's palm. Then the palm was still slapped at his chest.

Several sternums were broken, and Ding Chunqiu was knocked away by fierce palm force, landing several feet outside the hall, and then hit the ground all at once.

"waste!"

Looking at Ding Chunqiu who was unable to get up, Mo Wen said disdainfully, if Ding Chunqiu dared to do it with him, he might be able to support two moves, but he was determined to escape, but he was knocked down by one move.

Everyone in the Xingsu Sea in the palace looked at the scene in front of them and felt their minds blank. The old immortal Xingsu, who usually looks like a god, was actually ruined with one move like a dog slapping him to death. How is this possible?

However, A Zi, who had known Mo Wen's power, had a clear idea. Seeing Mo Wen's victory at this time, he immediately jumped up and shouted.

"The master is amazing. He is invincible in the world and has endless magic power!"

Listening to her flattery, the talent of Xingsuhai woke up like a dream, and nearly a hundred people rushed out one after another, knelt in front of Mo Wen, and begged to include it.

Some say: "The master is invincible, the villain loyally submits, and he is devoted to his heart and will serve his master as a dog or a horse."

Some say: "This is the best master in the world, the master must be the master. Just ask the master to order the villain to go through fire and water, and he will never refuse."

Many people even seemed loyal and loyal, pointing at Ding Chunqiu and scolding him, calling him "the fire of lights and candles dares to win glory with the sun and the moon", saying that he "has ulterior motives and is extremely evil."

Originally, Ding Chunqiu could still struggle a few times when he was crawling on the ground, but when he listened to his subordinates' words, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, his eyes turned black, and he became unconscious.

Mo Wen didn't even look at the people kneeling on the ground. He was bothered by the fact that he had to be loyal but not loyal, and had no strength.

Immediately glanced at A Zi and said lightly: "A Zi, I've left it to you here. Don't waste Ding Chunqiu's skills, and pay attention to those poisonous skills."

Although Ding Chunqiu's other martial arts are not very good, his poison skills are still good. Mo Wen has the power of two top poisonous substances. Perhaps he can learn from it and find some methods to use poison.

"yes!"

After listening to these words, A Zi was happy. Although she had guessed this result, she was still happy when she heard Ding Chunqiu handed it over to her. Not only could she feel resentment from her before, but she could also gain Ding Chunqiu's skills. Is there anything more refreshing in the world than this?

But looking at the Xingsu Haimen around her, her eyes turned again, and then she asked in a low voice: "Master, what should we do with these people? Do we want to kill them all?"

When those people heard this, they felt cold and were shameless. They immediately knelt on the ground and started begging for mercy, and all kinds of words of flattery were constantly being praised.

Mo Wen frowned, frowned, and said disrespectfully: "It doesn't matter if you want to do whatever you want."

After saying that, he turned around and stepped out of the crowd and walked towards the hall.

And just as Mo Wen walked into the hall, he heard A Zi whispering behind him: "Did you hear it? From now on, the sea of ​​Xingsu will be under my control. You all have to listen to me in the future!"

Then there was the pleasing voices of the people from Xingsuhai Gate.

"Yes, the young man will definitely listen to the leader of A Zi in the future. If you ask me to go east, the young man will never go west."

"The head of the sect is better than Xi Shi, far better than the imperial concubine. He is really a fairy who descends to earth!"

"The fairy's martial arts are unparalleled in the world."

......

Mo Wen shook his head, then walked to the throne in the hall and sat down, closed his eyes and began to think.

Ding Chunqiu has been eliminated, so he should start to take over the Lingjiu Palace. Calculate the time, and Tong Lao should start to make a comeback. Wang Yuyan has been with Li Qiushui for nearly two years, and she doesn't know how her martial arts progress is...

Suddenly there was a sound of pounce on Lingling, and a carrier pigeon flew in from outside the hall and then landed on Mo Wen's shoulder.

Mo Wen is a strange thing. This is the carrier pigeon used by Lingjiu Palace to contact. Why did he come here?

He took off the note tied to the carrier pigeon and looked at the contents inside, and frowned slightly.

After gently clenching the note, a trace of cold light flashed in Mo Wen's eyes.

“Thirty-six islands, seventy-two caves!”

"Murong Fu!"
Chapter completed!