Before Ying Ruge could make another move, Mo Ming was one step ahead of him, and his breath was so pure that Ying Ruge couldn't help but move his eyelids.

A breakthrough in one step? Unlikely.

But he saw Mo Ming quickly forming seals with the ten fingers of his hands, and the Taoist aura was faintly wrapped around his body for more than ten feet.

The person transformed by the black dragon had his right hand facing forward, his index finger slightly pointed. In an instant, Mo Ming also vomited out a mouthful of thick blood and knelt on one knee.

The person transformed by the black dragon looked at the sky, shook his head and sighed slightly, saying: "After all, it is difficult to kill an old friend. Those old guys claim to be immortals, but they are greedy for human things. Since they are greedy for me, why not go find me?

They can also be considered as one last act of loyalty to your Mo family."

As soon as the words fell, the white light and black energy transformed into a dragon again, flying towards the sky with a roar.

Ying Ruge helped Mo Ming up and asked, "Brother, where did this evildoer come from?"

But Mo Ming also shook his head and did not respond. He looked at the fainting black-clothed people and said: "Maybe it is the fate of our Mo family. Let's wake up these people first and deal with the aftermath."

On the tree in the darkness, there were two swordsmen and Duanqiang. One was standing and the other was squatting. Watching the black dragon fly away, Duanqiang muttered: "Is this really a sword spirit? It's amazing that a sword spirit can reach the realm of god transformation. It's okay.

Don't take action in a hurry, otherwise, I'm afraid the laws of heaven and earth will really discover you."

He was rewarded with a chestnut without a knife, and then said: "The evil beast has escaped from the cage. If it really hurts Xiao Shisan, why do you still care about the laws of heaven and earth?"

"It's not dangerous, it's just a little trouble."

When Wu Dao heard what this tabby cat said, he didn't explain it. Looking at his expression, he was worried.

"If this beast really goes to trouble the Tianxia Sword Sect, do you think my second brother will be angry?"

Although he didn't have a sword, he shook his head, and then said: "Second brother has nothing to do with the World Sword Sect. I don't think he will care about their survival. I wonder, could it be that among immortals, spiritual swords are also treasures?"

Duanqiang chuckled, and then said: "The easiest thing to bring into being is the sword. Sword spirits are rare, so wouldn't the sword spirit or spear spirit be like a dragon's horns or a phoenix's feathers? I think these brats are the best among sword sects in the world.

I am a disciple who wants to seize some treasures to please some people."

"That should be the case. If it is really like what I think, it would be really sad."

Duanqiang stood up, patted Wu Dao's shoulder lightly, and then said: "Third brother, don't think about it. By the way, if some capable guys from the Tianxia Sword Sect come into the world, can I take action?"

When Wu Dao heard this, his face lost its good expression, and then he said with a slightly angry tone: "You little cat, have you not stayed in the snowy mountains enough, or do you think your senior brother is not tired enough?"

When Duanqiang heard this, he became angry and said nothing.

On the other hand, the Mo family brothers began to send everyone who was safe to clean up the mess. The once magnificent and solemn Mo family Tianshui Villa is now in a miserable state, no more than the Liu family who was wiped out by the sword master.

After Mo Ming finished cleaning a stone slab that was half the size of a man, he suddenly asked: "Changkong, if your heart is like an eagle, I'm afraid it will be a burden to the Mo family."

Ying Ruge didn't understand why Mo Ming suddenly said this, so she could only respond with a playful smile: "There will always be too many grievances and vengeances in Jianghu sects, but such evil dragons and strange beasts are indeed special."

"Changkong, why don't you, my brother, tell me what kind of strange monsters you have encountered in the outside world?"

Ying Ruge threw away the bricks in her hand, sat on a pile of ruins, clapped her hands, and said: "The world is indeed very big, except for this continent, the continent to the west, the people there are quite unique. In

In the southern continent, the people there are darker than the people in Xindu. If my brother wants to hear stories about strange monsters, he can only go to Hanchuan in the far north and the big forest 30,000 miles south...

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Talking about all kinds of experiences in the past, Ying Ruge was surprisingly eloquent and eloquent. Mo Ming looked at the light emanating from Linghu Changkong's eyes and actually smiled, as if the previous tragedy was not from their Tianshui Villa.
Chapter completed!