Chapter 261 The first scene at the end

Crackling

The sound penetrating the soul made Ning Ke feel a little ridiculous: After all, with his own supernatural power, even the red-faced ghost could hardly break through and escape. Who would have thought that it would be broken like this?

Ning Ke's mind wandered, and this supernatural power was dissipated by him.

The next moment, he only felt a pain in his palm, which made him slightly startled.

He opened his palm to look, and found that there was a simple seal character branded on his palm.

'angry.'

He whispered in his heart, slowly clenched his fists, and various thoughts flashed through his mind.

Because he remembered the information he got during his appraisal.

This red face is a key to unlock a certain place.

If you kill it, you will get unexpected gains.

This 'anger' imprinted in his palm is probably the so-called key, right?

But the strength of this red-faced ghost is a real realm of immortality.

With such a strange realm, wouldn't it be bullying to let these innate warriors participate in the martial arts performance?

If it is true that rewards can only be obtained after beheading such strange things, I am afraid that the rewards are quite generous.

Ning Ke thought of this in his heart, and vaguely gave birth to some expectations.

But at this moment, he vaguely noticed something, looked up, and couldn't help being slightly taken aback:

Now he is no longer in the White City, but for some reason, he has stood outside the gate of the White City again.

The dilapidated city gate still stands there firmly, and everything seems to have never happened.

If it is said, the only evidence that can prove that he has re-entered this Baicheng is probably only the word 'anger' in his palm.

He wanted to enter it again, but found that somehow, a barrier seemed to be formed in front of him, and he could no longer enter it.

This change made him frown slightly, a little confused.

The outside world, on the flying boat.

Boss Mo rolled up his sleeves, and Mu Zongming's figure was dragged out of the water mirror by him.

The figure in the water mirror seemed to be aware of it. He raised his hand a little, and a phantom of Mu Zongming slowly condensed in the white city in the water mirror.

Seeing this scene, Mo Lao snorted coldly, pointed at the figure and pressed it down.

A shrill cry came from the water mirror, the figure dissipated in a blink of an eye, and then slowly condensed in it again.

Mu Zongming was on top of the flying boat, the spear in his hand was still shaking.

His expression was quite resolute, but there were still tears in his eyes.

After appearing on the deck, he only felt a little unreal. He looked up at the master not far away, and his tone was a little crying:

"Master."

Seeing his disciple like this, Mo Lao knew that it was not the reason for his disciple, so he raised his hand to signal him to stop:

"Okay, okay, run the Hundred Illusions I passed on to you, shut up and adjust your mood."

But this appearance made Mo Hongyi not far away cover his mouth and chuckle.

She wrapped the red silk upside down around Mo Hongyi's waist, brought her in front of her, raised her finger and tapped gently between his eyebrows.

After doing this, Hong Ling immediately let go, and sent her back to Elder Mo's side.

Mu Zongming hadn't recovered yet, he just felt a coolness in his mind, and the original unreasonable sadness was completely diluted.

He suppressed the horror in his heart, took a peek at Mo Hongyi, and saw that his gaze was always on his master, and after a thought, he said a word out of nowhere:

"Master, is that Mistress?"

When Mo Lao heard this, his face darkened, and he turned around with his hands behind his back:

"Don't talk nonsense, that's your uncle, the daughter of your ancestor, and the old man's righteous sister."

After hearing this, Mu Zongming raised his eyes to look at Mo Hongyi, and saw that he was smiling at him, without any hesitation, he immediately stepped forward to bow down:

"Zong Ming met Master Uncle."

Seeing this, Mo Hongyi put a three-point smile on his brows, and raised his hand to help her up.

She gave Mo Lao a blank look, pulled Mu Zongming to her side, raised her hand and rummaged through her sleeves, brought out a foot of red silk, and put it in Mu Zongming's hands.

"Good boy, you have better eyesight than your muddled master.

This is an innate suppressor I used in my early years. If you tie your hair with it, you can resist ninety-nine percent of the soul attacks of the innate realm, and even the soul attacks of the divine soul realm can resist at least 30%.

It seems that the weirdness just now can largely resist its influence on you.

If you don't think it looks good, you can also wrap it around your weapon. It can stimulate the spirituality of your weapon and live with it. The beauty of it is beyond the understanding of outsiders.

This shortcoming is not obvious, but it will make you lose ten hairs every day, so you can make money without losing money. "

"Thank you, uncle."

Hearing this, Mu Zongming also combed his hair without hesitation. After thanking him, he didn't say anything more.

And after Mu Zongming came out of it, another figure was fished out by Mo Lao from the water mirror.

This person's face was full of fear, and Nuonuo stood where he was, without saying a word.

Mo Lao took an erhu string casually and struck it on his head.

After his expression calmed down slightly, he immediately looked at Mo Hongyi and said:

"Do you know that Luan Erdong is doing such a trick?

In the first match of the martial arts performance, it was necessary to use innate skills to fight against death. What kind of martial arts performance is this? "

After hearing this, Mo Hongyi nodded slightly, but shook her head again.

Seeing that Mo Lao looked a little unkind, he said:

"I do know, but after asking my lord father.

Then tell you, there is no point.

After all, after watching that boy's fight in Baicheng, you have vaguely guessed the reason. "

After hearing this, Mo Lao's expression softened slightly.

But in his heart, there is still a little bit of anger suppressed.

After all, his Hengyue Mansion lost a few people in vain because of such an arrangement.

His eyes turned to Ning Ke in the water mirror, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

All his thoughts and thoughts are still for Hengyue Mansion after all. He has already seen that it is impossible for Ning Ke to stay in Hengyue Mansion for a long time.

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But at this time, Mo Hongyi raised her sleeves and rolled up all the mirrors, took off the hairpin on her head, let go of her palms, and let her escape.

Seeing the hairpin disappear in her eyes, she looked at Mo Lao with a calm expression:

"This first round of martial arts performance is over, and I have to go back and report.

My father and I once said that if someone really succeeds, let me send a message to Little Sword Immortal, and he will be able to receive the message and come after only a few minutes. "

After saying this, he stood where he was, waiting for Mo Lao's response.

When Mo Lao heard this, his expression didn't change at all. Seeing that he still didn't leave, he finally spoke from the silence.

"knew."

After hearing such a response, a gleam of disappointment flashed in Mo Hongyi's eyes, and then the figure disappeared in place.

Seeing this, Mu Zongming took a step forward, and just as he was about to say something, he was slapped on the head by Mo Lao.

"Shut up."

(end of this chapter)