Chapter 121: Fox Mountain, Ghost King Sect
After dinner, Wei Tianli asked tentatively: "Do you want to go to the Death Swamp?"
Xiao Yang, Li Feng and others pricked up their ears. If they were to say who among the people present was qualified to participate, it would be Qin Mo.
"Let's wait and see." Qin Mo was unwilling to reveal his whereabouts.
"Then take care of yourselves." Wei Tianli was open-minded. He made friends with Qin Mo for the long term and did not expect to receive any rewards in the short term.
Trust always needs to be built slowly.
Before leaving, Qin Mo took out a golden armor talisman and a lightning talisman and gave them to Wei Tianli.
"Keep it for self-defense."
The Zhu Xian subcontinent is different from the Three Kingdoms subcontinent. Not only do good and evil coexist, but there are also many monsters in the wilderness, and players may encounter danger at any time.
"Then I won't be polite." Wei Tianli took it with a smile.
Li Feng, who was not far away, had a glimmer of envy in his eyes, but in the end, due to face, he did not come over.
Wang Le from the Taoist sect suddenly came up and said slyly, "Add me on WeChat. I forgot last time."
"OK."
Qin Mo is also interested in Taoism.
I haven’t repaid the favor I did you last time.
I don't know what they want to do this time when they come to the Zhu Xian subcontinent. In order not to expose his background, Qin Mo doesn't dare to ask directly.
…
After hearing the news, everyone went their separate ways.
Qin Mo stayed until the end and said to Li Bingyun: "Go and learn about the secular dynasties of this world. If possible, try to build a good relationship with the government office in Heyang City."
Since Li Bingyun himself had no intention of practicing the way of cultivation, Qin Mo would naturally feel more at ease using it.
"What is this for?" Li Bingyun was puzzled.
Qin Mo said: "According to the timeline, the Beast God will be resurrected soon. When the catastrophe hits the Middle Earth, all the people will rush to Heyang City for refuge. Can't we take this opportunity to guide some of them to Blackwater City?"
"Oh, how could I forget this?" Li Bingyun suddenly realized.
"Be careful in what you do. I guess we are not the only one who is planning this." With the cleverness of those tribal leaders, it was easy for them to think of this.
In comparison, those tribes are more short of people than Blackwater City.
Players can fill the population of the tribe and become village chiefs, but it is difficult to ask these people to really farm the land.
It is a big problem for each tribe to ensure food supply.
"Don't worry!" Li Bingyun was full of confidence.
"That's it, I'm leaving." Qin Mo was going to set off alone.
"Where are you going? " Li Bingyun asked curiously.
"Huqi Mountain."
"Fox Mountain? You are not a fan of Bi Yao, are you?" Li Bingyun's eyes were full of inquiry. Everyone knew that the headquarters of the Ghost King Sect was located in Fox Mountain.
"Don't worry about it." Qin Mo ignored Li Bingyun's gossiping soul, bought a fast horse in the city, went straight out of the city, and headed south.
The journey was dangerous, but he did not bring the white dragon horse.
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Two hundred miles north of Yongshan in Zhongtu County is the tall Huqi Mountain.
Looking from the foot of the mountain, one can see rocks piercing the sky, towering and steep. However, there is not a single blade of grass or tree on the entire mountain, which looks extremely desolate.
The headquarters of the Ghost King Sect, one of the four major factions of the Demon Cult, is built in the belly of the hard and thick rock of this high mountain and has always been little known to many people.
It was five days later when Qin Mo arrived at the foot of Huqi Mountain.
Just as he was about to enter the mountain, he was stopped by a secret sentry disciple of the Ghost King Sect, who shouted, "Who are you?" With a murderous , he seemed ready to kill Qin Mo on the spot if they had a disagreement.
Qin Mo was calm, clasped his fists and said, "I know the spell of summoning spirits. I heard that Miss Bi Yao of your clan was in trouble. I am willing to give it a try. Please inform me."
"Necromancy?" The disciple guarding the mountain was puzzled.
Who in the Ghost King Sect doesn't like Bi Yao? She is also the daughter of the Sect Master and the beloved of the Deputy Sect Master Gui Li. Whenever the disciples mention her, they all shake their heads and sigh.
In order to search for the secret art of summoning souls, the Ghost King Sect has spent countless manpower over the past ten years.
But nothing was gained.
At this moment, Qin Mo suddenly jumped out and said that he knew the spell of summoning spirits. How could this not surprise people?
"Just wait."
The disciple did not dare to make a decision on his own, so he asked his companions to keep an eye on Qin Mo while he went into the mountain to report.
The report along the way was soon passed on to Yan Hui, a leader of the younger generation of the Ghost King Sect. This man was meticulous and one of the most capable generals under Gui Li.
Together with the Killing Monk, he is known as Gui Li's left arm and right hand man.
Yan Hui almost jumped up when he heard the news. He was well aware of the vice-master Gui Li's knot, so he grabbed the mountain guard disciple by the collar and asked, "Did that man really say he could summon spirits?"
"It's absolutely true!" The disciple guarding the mountain was so frightened that his voice was shaking.
"What level of cultivation is that? Where is the person?" Yan Hui asked anxiously.
"My subordinates are weak, look, it's hard to see clearly, the people are still at the foot of the mountain."
"Come on, take me there!"
Yan Hui was cautious and did not report to Gui Li first. He planned to confirm it first to prevent it from being another charlatan who would make the deputy sect leader happy for nothing.
Such blunders have occurred frequently over the past decade.
Yan Hui quickly arrived at the foot of the mountain and saw Qin Mo from afar, his eyes fixed on him.
In Yan Hui's perception, although Qin Mo's cultivation was only in the early stage of Jindan, which was comparable to his, he had a vast aura, surging magic power, and rich blood.
You can tell at first glance that he is a person with a strong foundation.
"May I know what is this Taoist brother's name?" Yan Hui was very polite.
"Qin Mo."
"You said you can perform necromancy?"
"yes."
"How do you prove it?"
"There's no way to prove it."
"..." Yan Hui's expression froze, and he said coldly: "You should know what the consequences will be if you tease the Ghost King Sect." Those previous swindlers were all fed to the wild beasts in the mountains.
"I'm more curious about how big a thank you gift your clan can offer." Qin Mo said lightly.
Yan Hui looked at Qin Mo deeply and said, "Come with me." For something like this, even if there was only a 10% chance, the Ghost King Sect would never miss it.
The two entered the mountain and soon entered the Ghost King Sect.
At this time, Gui Li had just led his team to destroy the Blood Refining Hall, and then returned to Dazhu Peak of Qingyun Mountain to take Xiao Hui away. He had just returned to the Ghost King Sect and had not yet been summoned by the Ghost King.
After receiving the report, he rushed over immediately.
Qin Mo felt a little emotional after finally meeting the protagonist of "Zhu Xian". This person has a tough personality, above-average qualifications, and his circumstances are far beyond ordinary people. However, he is trapped by love all his life.
It is of no benefit to the practice of the great way.
At this time, Gui Li, after ten years of hard practice, not only understood the first and second volumes of the Heavenly Book, but also cultivated "Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao" and "Da Brahma Prajna True Dharma" to a very high level.
His cultivation level even broke through to the early stage of Nascent Soul.
Among the younger generation, there are few who can match Lu Xueqi from Qingyun Sect.
"You... really know the spell of summoning spirits?" Gui Li forced himself to suppress his inner emotional fluctuations. After ten years of torture, he looked calm on the surface, but his heart was already on the verge of going crazy.
It's all thanks to perseverance that I'm holding on.
Qin Mo knew that at this point, he would not be able to gain Gui Li's trust unless he showed off his skills, and the subsequent conditions would be out of the question.
Of course he was sure.
With the profound knowledge of the "Soul-Raising Record" obtained in the Water Margin Fantasy Land, summoning souls is really no problem at all.
But the secret art of summoning souls must have an object to be cast.
After thinking for a while, Qin Mo took out 108 soul beads, and under the control of his spiritual consciousness, suspended them all in the air and arranged them together according to the Tiangang Disha formation.
This is considered to form a formation.
Back then in the Water Margin fantasy, Song Jiang simply merged more than fifty Liangshan heroes, and the Demon King he transformed into had the cultivation level of the middle stage of the Jindan realm.
A complete Tiangang Disha formation can trap a cultivator in the late Jindan stage at most.
Under the activation of Qin Mo's secret method, the wind howled and the temperature in the room dropped by several degrees in an instant. The soul beads shattered one by one and turned into 108 fighting spirits.
Roaring to the sky.
Gui Li's eyes focused. He had become more and more experienced over the years. He could tell at a glance that this was indeed the most advanced soul-controlling technique. His body subconsciously trembled.
Calm was soon restored.
Qin Mo made hand gestures, and the fighting spirit turned into a soul bead again. He stored it in the dimensional space, looked at Gui Li, and said, "I don't know, does this count as proof?"
Gui Li took a deep breath, bowed solemnly to Qin Mo, and said: "Then please give it a try, sir. If you can save Bi Yao, I will repay you with my life."
"No rush, I have two conditions." Qin Mo had already made plans, he was not here to do good deeds.
"Sir, please tell me. I will do anything I can."
"First, I want to borrow your Xuanhuojian." Qin Mo said.
Gui Li's eyes fixed, he didn't expect that the secret of the Mysterious Fire Mirror was revealed by Qin Mo. He said in a deep voice: "As long as it succeeds, I will give the Mysterious Fire Mirror to you, sir."
As long as he can save Bi Yao, he would be willing to sacrifice his life, not to mention it is just a magic weapon, although the Xuanhuojian is the only secret treasure that can help him suppress the backlash of the soul-devouring.
"That's not necessary." Qin Mo was not a greedy person, and said, "Besides, I want your sect's Fulong Ding."
"Fulong Ding?"
Gui Li's eyes focused and a flash of lightning appeared.
Gui Li was no stranger to the Fu Long Ding. Back then at Liubo Mountain in the East China Sea, he was trying to save Tian Ling'er from under the Fu Long Ding, which exposed Dafan Prajna.
This then triggered a series of subsequent tragedies.
"Please wait a moment, sir. I'll be back soon." The Fulong Ding is the treasure of the Ghost King Sect. It is extremely mysterious and is strictly kept secret by the Ghost King. Even Gui Li rarely sees it.
He must discuss this matter with the Ghost King in person.
"Deputy Sect Leader, you can go as you please." Qin Mo still had some patience.
Gui Li said to Yan Hui, "Take good care of the sir." Then he turned and left. His steps seemed steady, yet there was a hint of urgency, which showed how shaken he was inside.
The back view is even more determined.
In order to save Bi Yao, Gui Li dares to go against anyone and turn against anyone.
Even if it means sacrificing one's life.
Now it depends on whether the Ghost King is willing to give up this treasure for his daughter.
To be honest, the Fu Long Ding is a waste of talent in the hands of the Ghost King. Qin Mo has read "Zhu Xian" no less than ten times and is most interested in the Fu Long Ding among the various magic weapons in it.
Even the Zhu Xian Sword is inferior to it.
The Ghost King, including the mysterious Mr. Ghost, had obviously misinterpreted the Fulong Ding, turning an ancient treasure into something evil.
In the end, he even lost his own life. How sad and lamentable!
