Chapter 125 Death Swamp
Five days later, at the foot of Huqi Mountain.
At the end of the road stood three young people, two men and one woman, they were Qin Mo, Gui Li, and Bi Yao.
"Let's say goodbye here." Qin Mo said.
"Sir, are you really not going with us?" Gui Li still insisted.
"No, I don't want to be a light bulb." Qin Mo shook his head decisively. As a single dog for a thousand years, he really couldn't stand Bi Yao showing off her love all the time.
After escaping death, this girl became even more clingy to Gui Li.
"What is a light bulb?" Bi Yao asked curiously, holding Gui Li's hand.
Qin Mo thought for a moment and said, "If you and Gui Li were roasting a rabbit and enjoying your love, and the Killing Monk suddenly came over and invited you to eat fruit, and refused to leave, what would you think?"
"It's an eyesore, just kick it away." Bi Yao continued to be aggressive towards the outside world.
“That’s the light bulb.”
“So, the light bulb is a bald head??”
"Even if it is." Qin Mo was speechless and said to Gui Li: "I will go first and we will meet up later."
Having said that, he left without looking back.
"This Mr. Qin is so weird." Bi Yao shook her head.
Gui Li said gently: "Let's go too!"
"Um!"
The two of them controlled their magic weapons and flew towards the southwest, their destination being the Death Swamp.
Over the past ten years, the major have been fighting each other. With the Blood Refining Hall being destroyed by Gui Li and his troops, only the Ghost King Sect, the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, the Hehuan Sect, and the Changsheng Hall are left.
Among them, Changshengtang is the weakest.
It just so happened that Changsheng Hall was located in the Death Swamp, and when Baoguang appeared, it immediately became the target of public criticism.
Despite the incident with Qin Mo, the Ghost King Sect, the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, and the Hehuan Sect's plan to use the "emergence of Baoguang" to eliminate Changshengtang remains unchanged.
However, the Ghost King Sect has two more executors, Qin Mo and Bi Yao.
Bi Yao had just woken up, and logically she shouldn't have been involved in such a dangerous thing, but the Ghost King and Gui Li couldn't resist Bi Yao's insistence.
The most important thing is that once you have embarked on the path of cultivation, you must be prepared to face danger at any time.
Where is real comfort?
Ten years ago, didn’t Bi Yao also go out and venture into the world, and start to take charge of the affairs of the Ghost King Sect?
…
Death Swamp, on an unnamed hillside on the outskirts.
The Blood Prince Gui Li, the Poison Prince Qin Wuyan, and the Wonderful Prince Jin Ping'er, the three most famous young masters of the Demon Cult, quietly gathered together.
We had only heard of each other before and this was the first time we met.
"Who is this?"
Qin Wuyan looked towards Qin Mo, full of inquiry. He could feel that Qin Mo's cultivation level was comparable to his, his magic power seemed even more powerful, and the pressure from his spiritual consciousness made him very uncomfortable.
Judging from her age, she seems to be a little younger than him.
Qin Wuyan couldn't help but be surprised, "When did the Ghost King Sect produce another young master?"
Jin Ping'er on the opposite side also had a lot of amused eyes.
Gui Li said expressionlessly: "This is Mr. Qin, the new priest of the Ghost King Sect."
"You guys talk about your things, and I'll just watch the fun." Qin Mo said with a smile.
Qin Wuyan: “…”
Jin Ping'er: "..."
Invisibly, the Ghost King Sect has already taken the lead in the cooperation among the three factions.
Qin Mo did not participate in the subsequent negotiations.
He had no idea about the Ghost King Sect's deployment of forces and the division of power within the Demon Sect. If he spoke rashly, he would only expose his ignorance.
It would be better to say nothing, as it would make you seem even more unfathomable.
On the way back, Qin Mo said to Gui Li, "Can you let me deal with Yu Yangzi alone?"
He wanted to earn some experience points.
Currently, he has accumulated 640,000 experience points. He is only 60,000 points away from achieving the breakthrough to the Jindan stage and entering the Yuanying stage in one fell swoop.
Qin Mo couldn't wait any longer.
"Sir, are you sure? Senior Yuyangzi is in the late Nascent Soul stage." Gui Li was very surprised.
"Just give it a try." Qin Mo didn't say anything complete.
"Okay, I'll arrange it."
As long as Qin Mo's request was not too difficult, Gui Li was happy to help.
"That's very nice. " Qin Mo smiled.
…
Three days later.
Night, the swamp of death, the bottomless pit.
The fighting between the monks broke the silence of the night.
Those were the disciples of Changshengtang led by Yu Yangzi, who were fighting with more than thirty righteous disciples. Green light, blue light, golden light, green light, white light, and red light were shining brightly against each other.
The murderous intent is fierce.
Because of the ambush, Changshengtang was already at a disadvantage. It was all up to the sect leader Yu Yangzi, who had reached the late Nascent Soul stage, to hold on, trying his best to buy time for the disciples to retreat.
The fighting was extremely brutal.
And in the darkness not far from the Wudi Pit, Qin Mo was sitting cross-legged.
One hundred and eight soul beads were summoned by him and hung above his head, slowly moving in an unpredictable trajectory. The sound of howling wind could be heard faintly, making people's scalps numb.
Attracted by this magic circle, all the ghosts within a hundred miles gathered here.
Among them were those disciples of Changshengtang who had just died in battle. Although their cultivation was not very high, they were at least at the Foundation Establishment Stage, which was much stronger than most of the Water Margin fighting spirits.
The ghost was trapped in the magic circle, and then devoured by the 108 fighting spirits to strengthen their bodies.
It was the method of cultivating fighting spirits recorded in the "Soul Nurturing Record", because the 108 Water Margin Demon Lords had their own set of skills, and although their cultivation was not high, they were the most valuable to cultivate.
Everyone's strength began to improve at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Those in the Qi Refining Stage will soon enter the Foundation Establishment Stage, and those in the Foundation Establishment Stage will steadily move towards the Core Formation Stage...
Qin Mo is making money from the war.
When no more ghosts fly over, it means the battle on that side is nearing its end.
Suddenly, a loud thunder exploded above the Death Marsh.
A brilliant blue light spanned the sky, and the dark clouds in the sky were spinning rapidly like a ferocious whirlpool.
Lu Xueqi stood in the air, took seven steps in the air, and chanted a spell. In an instant, lightning flashed in the sky, like a huge light snake shuttling through the clouds.
It was the secret of controlling thunder with the divine sword.
A huge flash of lightning fell with a bang. Before it reached the ground, the righteous disciples nearby had already retreated. Within a few feet around Yu Yangzi, a strong wind was howling, and the trees and grass were uprooted with astonishing power.
In the darkness in the distance, a figure was swaying.
"Ten years have passed, and everyone's cultivation has surpassed mine." Bi Yao felt a little melancholy.
If it weren't for the spiritual liquid given by Qin Mo, her cultivation in the early stage of Jindan would be useless, and she would not even be able to compare with Yan Hui and the monk Shasheng in the sect.
How could the proud and arrogant Bi Yao bear this?
A rough hand reached out from the side and tightly grasped Biyao's delicate hand.
In the distance, Yu Yangzi let out a long roar, and his clothes bulged out. The Yin-Yang Mirror floated up, emitting strange black and white light, and instantly merged into one.
"boom"
Huge beams of light shot out from the magic sword continuously, with flashes of lightning. Yu Yangzi supported himself with one arm, his expression becoming increasingly uglier, his eyes filled with resentment.
Ten years later, Lu Xueqi once again displayed the secret of controlling thunder with the magic sword, and she already had the style of when Tian Buyi fought the old vampire monster on Liubo Mountain in the Eastern Han Dynasty.
It really is the new generation replacing the old.
The muscles on Yu Yangzi's face twisted, and he bit his tongue hard, tearing his mouth and tongue, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the Yin-Yang Mirror. For some reason, the Yin-Yang Mirror suddenly shone brightly, and actually pushed the huge beam of light back.
However, he used the blood curse of the evil sect to instantly enhance his Taoism.
Then, Yu Yangzi let out a sharp roar and flew up, but his steps were a little staggering.
The vitality has been seriously damaged.
But this person was really amazing. Even in such a situation, he still took a deep breath and flew away . Taking advantage of the distraction of the righteous people, he disappeared into the darkness.
"It's time to end it."
Taking advantage of the terrain, Qin Mo quietly placed the 108 soul beads underground. Coincidentally, his location was right on Yu Yangzi's way back to Changsheng Hall.
After a while, the two faced each other.
"Who are you?" Yu Yangzi looked surprised and doubtful. He was slightly relieved only after he found out that Qin Mo was only at the Jindan stage.
"The one who killed you." Qin Mo said.
"You arrogant kid!"
After all, Yu Yangzi was an old fellow who had practiced for hundreds of years. He was just surrounded and attacked by a group of young disciples of the righteous path, and he was in a very bad mood.
Without even thinking about it, the Yin Yang Mirror emitted a black and white mysterious light.
Judging from the situation, he was going to kill Qin Mo in one fell swoop to vent his anger.
"Hey."
Qin Mo sneered, made some hand gestures, and one hundred and eight soul beads instantly rose from the ground.
In a flash, the Tiangang Disha formation was formed.
Among the dark beasts, there was a sudden roar of fighting spirit, roaring towards the sky, and gusts of cold wind.
It's like the devil coming to the world.
It had just absorbed the souls of the Changshengtang disciples who died in battle. After its evolution, the newly set up Tiangang Disha Formation could barely trap a strong man in the early Nascent Soul stage.
At least it’s not useless.
Although Yu Yangzi's cultivation was at the late Nascent Soul stage, because he had a broken arm, his actual combat power was only at the middle Nascent Soul stage. Otherwise, he would not have been in such a miserable state when surrounded and attacked by the righteous people.
He had already killed everyone.
After being injured by Lu Xueqi and cast a blood curse, Yu Yangzi was already at the end of his strength and could barely maintain his cultivation level at the early Nascent Soul stage.
How to put it in Qin Mo's eyes?
As soon as the magic circle was formed, Yu Yangzi was trapped in it. He was extremely shocked and angry, "You have such tricks. Which faction in the sect are you from?" He wanted to take the opportunity to buy some time to break the formation.
"Ghost King Sect, worship." Qin Mo pretended not to know.
"Ghost King Sect? But is that the legendary Mr. Ghost?" Yu Yangzi felt even colder in his heart.
"Mr. Ghost?" Qin Mo sneered, "He's dead."
"What?"
Yu Yangzi's heart was shaken.
"Are you trying to delay time?" Qin Mo smiled and stretched out his hand. The Fu Long Ding flew out from the dimensional space, hung above Yu Yangzi's head, and projected out demonic power.
"Fu...Long...Ding?"
Yu Yangzi was so shocked that he forgot to answer for a moment.
How could the Ghost King Sect's most precious treasure, the Fulong Ding, appear in the hands of a young junior? Who is this person and how could he have such a powerful means?
Could it be that this is the reincarnation of some master from the Ghost King Sect?
But all this has nothing to do with Yu Yangzi.
With the help of the Tiangang Disha Formation and the Fulong Ding, Yu Yangzi has become a turtle in a jar. He has no power to resist, and even his magic power seems to be imprisoned.
The Yin-Yang Mirror fell weakly to the ground.
"Goodbye, I won't see you off."
Qin Mo's eyes were cold, and the Yanyun Cone shot out, piercing through Yu Yangzi's head in one fell swoop.
