Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

"Don't underestimate this stone egg. This is something that ancestor Mo Jingkong brought back at the cost of his life. Although it looks lifeless, can something that can stay with the mystery of the gods be ordinary?"

Mo Fu is quite proud. His ancestor of the Mo family, Mo Jingkong, went to other places ten years ago and brought back the secret of spiritual transformation. Although the Nascent Soul collapsed and his body died as a result, looking at the six major immortal sects in the Daxia Immortal Realm, who Can anyone compare?

The other five immortal sects are just a bunch of roosters and dog thieves.

Thinking of this, Mo Fu suddenly thought of something, and his face instantly became fierce, and he said:

"Senior Brother Wang Fu, the reason why our Luo Yu Sect was destroyed in less than a month, and the reason why Ancestor Mo Jingkong brought back the secret of becoming a god was leaked is because there was a spy in our sect."

"Spy? Who is it?" Wang Fu looked cold. No matter where he is, traitors are always the most hateful.

"Not sure." Mo Fu shook his head, and then reminded, "That person is at least in the Golden Core realm. Only the Golden Core elders have the opportunity to access such secrets. Whoever survives in the end is a spy."

Wang Fu remembered that in the memory obtained from the soul search, there were indeed people in the Luoyu Sect who survived in the Golden Core realm. He said: "The news I got is that Elder He Hongqiu was seriously injured and escaped, and Elder Tong Jin is missing. The other five elders ...then they will all die in battle." Wang Fu said the last four words extremely seriously.

Luo Yu Sect, one of the six great immortal sects, ended up in such a sad end! What a shame!

"Elder He, Elder Tong..." Mo Fu frowned, and then said, "At times like this, being injured may be a way to deceive others. In any case, Senior Brother Wang must be careful in the future..."

"Besides, be careful of Lu Feng!"

Wang Fu nodded solemnly. Lu Feng knew that this person and Yun Ningshuang went to Daxia to cultivate the only earth line in the immortal world and successfully built the foundation.

"Junior Brother Mo Fu, do you know anything about Yun Ningshuang, Master Yun...Uncle?"

Mo Fu nodded, then shook his head: "Uncle Yun should be with Elder He, but senior brother said that Elder He was seriously injured, I'm afraid..." He did not continue, considering Elder He's late-stage cultivation of the golden elixir. Seriously injured, Master Yun's chances of surviving are very slim.

"Hey, in the final analysis, it was the news that Patriarch Mo got from an old man with magic medicine ten years ago, otherwise he wouldn't have ended up like this."

"Old man? Ten years ago?"

When Wang Fu heard this, he couldn't help but think of the old man he met on the stone steps of Qianya ten years ago. It was this man himself who obtained the [First Chapter of Tian Fu Sutra] ten years ago... It couldn't be such a coincidence!

probably not!

Jiang Yan suddenly turned around and looked behind him, where there were two small black dots flying towards them at extremely fast speeds, one after the other.

He frowned and said in a deep voice:

"They're coming after me!"

"What a fast speed, worthy of being in the late stage of foundation building!"

Mo Fu looked back and smiled casually: "My time has come, Senior Brother Wang Fu, please give me a good time. If you rescue me, they will definitely guess that my identity is unusual and they will search for my soul."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Who said we can't escape?" Wang Fu scolded Mo Fu for not living up to expectations, pointing at Jiang Yan and saying, "Look at him, Jiang Yan! He is also in the Foundation Establishment realm. He used to be your senior brother, but now he is your master. Uncle, everyone is building a foundation, why can’t they escape!”

"Jiang Yan, I'll leave the Black Pattern Hidden Cloud Boat to you to control!"

"Get rid of them!"

Wang Fu almost shouted!

"It's too late!" Jiang Yan shook his head, "The range of spiritual consciousness in the late stage of foundation building is at least 600 feet, and three times that in a single direction, 1,800 feet. Now the distance between us and the foundation building monks of Wanfamen is 1 Within a thousand and eight hundred feet..."

"Where to escape!"

As soon as Jiang Yan finished speaking, an angry voice sounded in the ears of the three of them, like a bell, which made their eardrums buzz. Especially Mo Fu, red blood flowed out of his ears.

Immediately afterwards, a flying sword pierced through at extremely high speed.

The whole body of the flying sword was blue, and Zhang Xu's sword energy came out through the sword. Wang Fu was frightened when he saw it. He knew that even the black light bell, the ultimate defensive weapon, could not stop it.

He was about to activate the Talisman Magic Feather Flying Knife, but was stopped by Jiang Yan:

"I'll block it, you go first!"

Without waiting for Wang Fu to respond, Jiang Yan took out his flying boat and jumped on it. Then he unsheathed his black sword and killed directly towards the blue flying sword.

However, after all, Jiang Yan was only in the early stage of foundation building, and there was a big gap between him and the late stage of foundation building. As soon as he made contact, he fell into a disadvantage, and the black sword was directly chopped away.

Blood also overflowed from the corners of Jiang Yan's mouth. Although the sword fed with blood was strong, the sword was connected to people. When the sword destroyed, people died, and when people died, the sword broke.

"Jiang Yan!" Wang Fu was worried.

Jiang Yan turned around and smiled, seemingly very relaxed: "No problem, the distance is more than 600 feet, and the opponent cannot exert much strength by manipulating the spiritual weapon in one direction."

Jiang Yan fought and retreated, but within a few breaths, it became more and more difficult. The foundation-building monks of Wanfamen were getting closer and closer to them, and the power of controlling the flying sword, a spiritual weapon, was getting stronger and stronger.

More and more blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

"Senior Brother Wang Fu, kill me!" Mo Fu lay on the flying boat with a painful expression on his face. He didn't want anyone to die because of him. When the five immortal sects surrounded him, too many people died to protect him. That feeling. Unforgettable pain!

"Shut up!" Wang Fu raised his head and shouted fiercely without looking back, his eyes fixed on the two flying swords fighting fiercely behind him. He had no time to care about Mo Fu now, he only thought about how to escape!

Spiritual power kept pouring into Huan Ling's flying knife, hoping to help Jiang Yan.

Mo Fu looked at Wang Fu's back, and then looked at the uncle Jiang Yan whom he met for the first time. He was silently grateful in his heart, but he knew that it would be difficult to escape as long as he was there, or even impossible to escape!

"I, Mo Fu, have no regrets in my life to meet such a brother and uncle before I die!"

He smiled and whispered to the backs of the two:

"Brother Wang Fu, Uncle Jiang Yan, live well!"

After that, he suddenly flipped off the flying boat.

The wind whistled past his ears, and the encounters and past of his life emerged one by one at this moment. He saw the shocked expression of Brother Wang Fu and the shocked look of Uncle Jiang, and he felt that he had no regrets in his life.

He waved his hand slowly, indicating that Brother Wang Fu, who was chasing him, did not need to save him. Feeling that the object control technique was controlling his body, Mo Fu suddenly turned over, tried his best to break free, with his back to the sky and his face to the earth...

Looking at the earth getting closer and closer, he closed his eyes and counted silently in his heart...

One, two, three...

Bang!

…

“Mo Fu!”

Wang Fu roared in anger in mid-air. He never expected that Mo Fu would be so stubborn and choose to jump off the flying boat. The sudden change caught him off guard. By the time he reacted, it was too late to rescue him.

The loud noise in his ears was like a loud slap on his face. Is this still saving people?

If he hadn’t rescued him, Mo Fu wouldn’t have jumped off the flying boat, and he wouldn’t have died!

“Ah…”

“Go!”

Jiang Yan roared hoarsely, and a spiritual force whistled on Wang Fu. Wang Fu suddenly woke up and drove the flying boat away without looking back.

But he remembered this grudge in his heart!