A ray of light fell at the foot of Yuan Mountain.

This mountain is planted with different kinds of spiritual roots, and spiritual springs gush out in the mountain paths, showing auspicious light and auspiciousness, just like the winding and hanging stars.

Jiang Moshu slowly walked up the mountain road, only to feel that the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth here was rich and agile, even better than that of White Bone Peak.

Walking leisurely to the mountainside, a fine copper palace comes into view.

Ming Tan Sect, Zhen Chuan Palace.

Stepping into the main hall, I saw seven three-foot-sized statues of gods and demons in separate halls. Gold, skeletons, and pearls and jade were piled randomly at the feet of the statues. They were illuminated by faint phosphorus fire, but they were a different kind of splendor.

In the empty space between the statues, there are two people playing chess.

The middle-aged monk on the left has a hard-edged face, his eyes are like ink, his hands are naturally placed on his knees, and he is sitting casually, but his aura is thousands of miles away.

The old man with a beautiful beard opposite him had a red face and his eyes were fixed on the chess game in front of him, thinking hard about how to break it.

Seeing that no one was greeting her, Jiang Moshu didn't feel any awkwardness at all, and watched quietly from the side.

Snap!

Baizi fell down in response.

After stroking his beautiful beard, the old man nodded with satisfaction.

The middle-aged monk opposite just raised his eyes and glanced at the chessboard.

A sunspot then floated out of the air and landed gently between black and white.

The old man with a beautiful beard immediately turned redder.

After thinking hard for a while, he said helplessly: "If you win, you win. Why be so aggressive."

Then he stood up, looked at Jiang Moshu, and said with a smile:

"This True Inheritance Hall is rarely visited by people. It turns out to be Junior Brother Jiang from White Bone Peak."

Jiang Moshu bowed his hand and said, "It was Jiang who was rude. I wonder which two senior brothers were in front of him?"

The old man with the beautiful beard waved his hand, smiled, and continued: "I am Wan Wengeng of Secret Demon Peak, and the boring gourd over there is Luo Xuanye of Huangquan Peak.

Zhenzhuan is stationed in the palace on a rotating basis. I have been unlucky for the past five years, so I met him at the right time."

Naturally, Jiang Moshu would not accept these words. He just smiled indifferently and handed over his hand again.

"Senior Brother Wan!"

"Senior Brother Luo!"

The Taoist surnamed Luo looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose. He didn’t even look here.

Wan Wengeng frowned slightly, but he has long been accustomed to it.

He only winked at Jiang Moshu, and then asked curiously:

"The battle between the seven peaks has just ended. I wonder what happened to my junior brother?"

Before he finished speaking, he added another sentence hahaha,

"Should we start the four true battles?"

Wan Wengeng looked at Jiang Moshu who smiled helplessly in front of him, feeling very happy.

The junior brother in front of me has disgraced Wan Guifeng in public, and in the past ten days and a half, he has become famous in the sect.

However, it only took a few days to enter the inner sect of White Bone Peak, so coming to the True Transmission Hall at this time really made him a little curious.

Jiang Moshu spread his hands and said, "I didn't expect that I couldn't hide it from my senior brother. That's exactly why I came here."

The words just came out,

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Wan Wengeng couldn't help but be a little stunned. He felt his throat was dry and itchy, and said with a wry smile:

"Junior Brother Jiang is also a sweet-tempered person, and it is rare that he can joke around. Tell me, why did you come to the True Legend Hall?"

Jiang Moshu exhaled softly and raised his eyebrows, "We are about to start the fourth battle of Zhenzhuan. I want to challenge the demon refining first."

As soon as these words came out, needles could be heard in the palace.

Even Luo Xuanye, who had been sitting still, slowly opened his eyes and looked over.

Wan Wengeng saw that Jiang Moshu's expression was normal, and he didn't seem to be faking it. He was stunned for a moment and forgot what to say.

After a while, Wan Wengeng laughed a few times and said:

"You, this generation of true disciples, are really prone to evil, but I think Peak Master Zheng must have given you some guidance."

Immediately, he summoned his hand, and something floated from the top of the hall.

But it is an ordinary white animal skin bag, with a strange beast engraved on it, with teeth and claws, and it is vivid.

The moment he got the bag, countless screams filled with resentment faintly reached Jiang Moshu's ears.

"The Scarlet Resentment Bag of Ten Thousand Demons is a first-level magic weapon that requires no sacrifice. It will automatically absorb the essence, blood, and resentment of demons killed by you within ten miles. When it is filled up, the demon refining will be considered successful."

Seeing the red bag of resentment, Wan Wengeng didn't know what past events he was thinking of, but he looked a little lonely.

"Junior Brother Jiang, go and take care of yourself!" After saying that, he waved his hand and lazily sat back on the side of the chessboard.

Seeing the two of them sitting opposite each other silently, Jiang Moshu cupped her hands and nodded in greeting, then turned and walked out of the hall.

As he approached the palace gate, a deep voice sounded behind him.

"That spirit ghost has the qualifications of a ghost mother. If you meet her outside the sect, I will kill you and take it away!"

Jiang Moshu turned around and saw that Luo Xuanye had returned to his calm and silent demeanor. He could only smile bitterly: "Thank you, Senior Brother Luo, for speaking out."

After saying that, he stepped out of the hall.

After a long time, Wan Wengeng couldn't bear it anymore and asked first: "Why are you so cold and contemptuous towards Jiang Moshu? After all, he is also the true seed."

Luo Xuanye shook his head and reset the chessboard.

"What is the true inheritance? Without him, there is hope for the golden elixir!

And this Jiang Moshu's Taoist base is damaged, his cultivation is stuck at the third level of Ningzhen, and his lifespan is still sixty or seventy years at most.

It took me thirty years to refine the demon at the eighth level. His cultivation level is too low. Starting the four battles of the True Inheritance will only waste his lifespan, which is meaningless. It is better to refine weapons and talismans at White Bone Peak and spend the rest of his life.

."

Luo Xuanye's eyes became extremely dark and he said:

"I don't look down on him, I just never do unnecessary things."

Wan Wengeng narrowed his eyes slightly, "What does the last sentence mean?"

Luo Xuanye calmly dropped a child,

"Since I'm watching the chess without saying anything, it's worth saying something more.

That female ghost won’t change even a magic weapon,

Peak Master Zheng can still protect him if he doesn't go out, but as soon as he comes out of White Bone Peak, he will kill countless people."

……

One month later, the performance will take place at White Bone Peak.

Various mysterious runes are carved on the black stone ground with a radius of a hundred feet.

A thin layer of gray mist enveloped the surroundings of the Dharma venue, blocking out the scenery inside and outside, and also blocking many spiritual thoughts that tried to peek.

There is a Dharma platform standing in the middle of the performance field, which is two feet high, and dozens of prohibitions on it are lighting up one after another.

A banner was unfolded in the air, and black air was seen lingering around. There were many talismans painted on it, all showing dark red blood, and a rust-like smell spread in the air.

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Infinite black smoke billowed out from the flag, settled on the ground, and soon covered the base of the Black Stone Formation.

Bang!

Jiang Moshu flicked his fingers, and a rapid war drum sounded.

Boom!

Boom! Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Group after group of tattered ghost soldiers struggled to get up from the black smoke on the ground.

His empty eyes stared at the sky, and the armor on his body was in pieces.

But whether they have broken limbs or arms, or standing with their heads raised, these ghost soldiers still hold the weapons firmly in their hands.

The stern and murderous aura surged out, twisting and intertwining in mid-air, as if trying to coalesce into one thing.

Jiang Moshu pointed his hand in the air with a murderous aura,

Buzz!
To be continued...