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It's not the first time that Mo Lao has brought people to participate in Huai Nan's martial arts performance, but it is the first time that such a thing has happened.

He was very sure that what he had just shot against the two of them was absolutely indestructible.

Moreover, the congenitals of Hengyue Mansion had only just begun to explore Baicheng, and such a problem appeared. It can be seen that there are definitely other inextinguishable ghosts in the city.

This level of strength is not like a martial arts trial at all, but more like trying to kill them all.

Although it is said that this martial arts will not be dead, but now it is really exaggerated.

Regardless of the slowly healing wound on his arm, Mo Lao raised his eyes to look at Mo Hongyi and said:

"Mo Hongyi, I need an explanation."

Mo Hongyi was slightly taken aback when she heard the other party calling her name directly.

Although he knew that the other party didn't want to blame him, he was still somewhat dissatisfied.

"You asked me to explain, how would I know why.

After all, things like this were beyond my expectations. "

At the same time she spoke, she saw that he turned his hand and pinched the formula, a handkerchief was pulled out of his sleeve, and he raised his hand and slowly burned out.

After just a few breaths, Mo Hongyi stopped moving.

But his brows were furrowed tightly.

When Mo Lao saw this, his heart sank immediately.

As expected, from Mo Hongyi's mouth, he heard the words he didn't want to hear the most.

"The Yin family gave a reply, according to their statement, in this white city, there is a strange blood that is immortal in the early Jin Dynasty.

As for the weirdness that you and I have encountered, it is not that they missed it.

And... the matter of performing martial arts is not a child's play, as long as you and I rescue them, the results of this round will be recorded faithfully, and there will be no chance for promotion.

Now Baicheng is the performance field of Hengyue Mansion.

Unless you kill all the weirdness in this place, otherwise, the martial arts performance is not over. "

After hearing this, Mo Lao looked a little ugly for a while, and said:

"Is this a performance of martial arts, or is it someone who wants to break the inheritance of Hengyue Mansion.

Almost all spiritual cultivators knew that He Laoer had not much time left to live. After all, he had consumed too much of his origin in suppressing Netherworld.

If he really fell, nearly half of Huai Nan Dao would be turbulent because of this.

Now this batch is considered to be the last innate heritage of Hengyue Mansion. If he misses the resources of this martial arts, Hengyue Mansion is afraid that it will be completely devastated.

You tell me in red, who said that this performance cannot be stopped?

If it continues to develop like this, there is really no way to explain to He Laoer. "

Mo Hongyi heard this, and naturally understood what the other party meant.

When such a problem arises, according to Mo Xiao's idea, it is natural to choose another place as the place for this time.

After hesitating for a while, she still spoke slowly and said the answer that Mo Xiao didn't want to hear.

"I... the inquiring father, I will repeat his original words, in short, that's what he means."

"..."

After Mo Xiao heard this, he opened his mouth to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he didn't say anything.

But he saw that he took a deep breath, looked into a water mirror, waved his sleeves, and rolled up several water mirrors.

In a twinkling of an eye, one by one innate realm reappeared on the deck of the flying boat.

With a little astonishment in their expressions, they heard Old Mo's cold words:

"Your first martial arts show is over."

When someone heard this, they were a little unconvinced and wanted to speak up to refute.

But what kind of cultivation base Mo Lao is, he feels it in his heart, and before he can say the words, he is deterred by his own coercion:

"The old man is in a bad mood, if you want to speak, first think about whether you have the strength.

Now that there are variables, you are lucky to be alive now. "

After hearing this, everyone fell silent for a while.

It's no wonder that Mo Lao happened to have such a thing happen.

He himself applied a protection comparable to the peak innate strike on the congenital bodies.

Now in this white city, it has exceeded his expectations.

The original method is already like a piece of paper.

But he didn't save everyone.

After all, he still has some understanding of Ning Ke's strength.

As for his disciples and the rest of them, all of them are disciples of the Divine Soul Realm, with more or less trump cards.

The backhands left on them are not unusual for these congenitals.

Maybe he is biased, or maybe these Xiantian who have been rescued by him have trump cards that he does not know, but he has a clear conscience for doing this.

But he saw him sitting back on the chair again, staring at the remaining water mirrors, and the words followed:

"Take a good look at the strength of the remaining few people.

If you wait for them to come out, you feel that your strength can compete with them, and the old man will give you all the resources to advance to the Divine Soul Realm. "

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After hearing this, Xiantian, who was originally complaining, was stunned for a moment, but he also stared at the water mirror.

Now there are only five water mirrors left, and among the water mirrors are Ning Ke, Mu Zongming and others.

....

....

After Ning Ke entered the mansion, he probed all the way back from the front yard.

Frankly speaking, the scenery here is really good, if there is no problem, it will be your own home.

In front of it is a whole patch of scattered houses, all kinds of decorations are overwhelmed.

And the further back you go, the more dense the water vapor becomes~lightnovelpub.net~ Ning Ke heard the footsteps in front of the courtyard wall leading to the backyard.

Because in the vagueness, he seemed to hear the sound of someone talking.

"You said...bloodline..."

"I saw..."

"In the White House..."

"..."

Ning Ke looked for the sound, and walked gently outside the courtyard wall, looking for the direction of the source of the sound.

And at this moment, a word of voice clearly reached his ears.

"Stop talking, someone is eavesdropping."

"Man? I saw him..."

Hearing these two words, Ning Ke seemed to have noticed something.

Without the slightest hesitation, he clenched his fists, stepped forward quickly, and suddenly punched the wall in front of him.

wow---

With the collapse of the brick wall, a broken pothole appeared in front of Ning Ke.

He walked into it, but paused slightly.

In front of him is a pond that can be called a 'lake', a winding path that winds around the lake.

The road is full of rubble, there is no vitality at all, dead trees are entwined, and weeds are overgrown.

But in this lake, it is a scene of verdant greenness.

Looking around, all kinds of thoughts flashed.

The sound I heard clearly here just now, how come it is close, but there is no trace of it?

Looking at this scene, he knew very well that there must be something hiding here.

Ning Ke took a deep breath, and didn't want to use any means of exploration. Looking at the scenery here, he slowly opened his palm, and a cluster of demon-fighting Buddha flames slowly burned.

With a flick of the finger, little sparks scatter.