Fix your sister's fairy

"What does this White Spirit Fairy mean...... Let us temper the spirit of dedication to sacrifice and serve the masses of the people without fear? But I am not Lei Feng, so why should I serve the people? Mo Yi looked at the necromantic puppet standing quietly in place and had a headache, he really couldn't understand the intention of the white spirit fairy, letting a person contain the necromantic puppet was tantamount to that person directly handing over his life to other monks, how could that person be willing?

"Think about it from another angle...... Mo Yi exhaled and sat cross-legged on the ice floe very dryly, "The intention of this immortal treasure is not to capture the treasure, but to inherit the immortal treasure, and the meaning of the immortal treasure must be to capture the treasure first...... So what is the purpose of the White Spirit Fairy who wants to find the disciples of the inheritance and arrange this kind of level?"

"Test character?" Mo Yi came up with this answer that made him cry "zero zero zero" and couldn't laugh, the courage to sacrifice this kind of character may still be praised and flaunted in the previous life, but in the world of cultivating immortals, this is a completely stupid behavior, no teacher and master want to see their disciples and students fearlessly sacrifice their lives to help others achieve the immortal path.

The so-called test of character is bullshit.

Of course, Mo Yi did not rule out that this White Spirit Fairy himself was a living Lei Feng, a rotten good person, and it was naturally understandable to establish such a level, but he was not a bad good person!

"Why don't Uncle Ben help you chop that necromantic puppet?" asked Mo Yi with a voice from the Blood Sword, "as long as you divide that fairy spirit liquid in half." "

"No, I can't. Mo Yi immediately refused, "This is not a problem of the fairy spirit liquid, this is the immortal treasure of the White Spirit Fairy, if this White Spirit Fairy is really a rotten good person, and he found out that I am suspected of being the descendant of the Blood Demon Venerable, she still doesn't kill me for the people, and by the way, she will also suppress you and the Demon Sealing Sword for thousands of years?"

The blood sword shut up as soon as possible, what Mo Yi said was not unreasonable, when the White Spirit Fairy was alive, the Blood Demon Venerable was famous, if Mo Yi was discovered by the White Spirit Fairy and the Blood Demon Venerable were of the same origin, it would not be over.

"What then. Mo Yi suddenly felt a little painful.

When Mo Yi was in distress, some people who were unwilling to be lonely were not idle, they were naturally the disciples of the Demon Jiao Palace and the Black Flame Sect, there were hundreds of them wrapped together, whispering, glancing at the necromantic puppet from time to time, and then glancing at Mo Yi who was sitting cross-legged.

Finally, after hundreds of people finished plotting, a high-spirited black-robed man stepped straight out of the crowd and walked towards Mo Yi, who was sitting cross-legged.

"Huh?" Mo Yi also sensed the man's approach, he was stunned for a moment, not knowing what these guys were thinking, so he didn't act rashly but sat in place to see what kind of cards were playing.

"Hello Faceless Daoist, I am Zhang Hao, a disciple of the Black Flame Sect. This self-proclaimed disciple of the Black Flame Sect, Zhang Hao, who reported his name as soon as he came up, had a smile on his face.

Stretching out his hand not to hit the smiling person, Mo Yi also understood this, stared at Zhang Hao and asked, "Why are you trying to get back to me for stealing your things?"

Hearing that Mo Yi did not hide his feelings at all, Zhang Hao's expression was also a little twitching, but he still tried his best to calm down and looked at Mo Yi and said, "Of course not, the law of the jungle, with a big fist, it is naturally your ability to snatch it." "

"............" Mo Yi raised his eyebrows and didn't speak, Zhang Hao's next words.

"It seems that you are also convinced of the law of the jungle. Zhang Hao smiled and nodded, "Then on behalf of all the monks here, I ask you to contain the monster of unknown origin, and we will help you subdue the monster together." "

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of everyone present gathered, most of the eyes from the Black Flame Sect and the Demon Jiao Palace cultivators were ill-intentioned, while the rest were hesitant and watching the fire from the other side.

Among so many sights, there was only one line of sight that showed surprise and incomprehension, and more of it was sympathy and dissatisfaction.

Everyone was waiting for Mo Yi's answer, and when they saw Mo Yi's mask, they naturally knew that this person was the one who had made the Black Flame Sect and the Demon Jiao Palace in the past half a day

"Why?" Mo Yihuan looked at this Zhang Hao with interest and asked, he was not afraid that Zhang Hao would kidnap himself, saying that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, if you are stronger, you will be a coward, because this set will not work at all in the world of cultivating immortals, and you will only be laughed at if you say it..........

"Faceless Daoist, you are certainly powerful, but I believe that although you are strong, you are definitely not as strong as all of us here!" A sneer appeared on Zhang Hao's face, he stretched out his hands to open, and behind him hundreds of black-robed monks stared at Mo Yi, while the rest of the onlookers had complicated eyes, they didn't want to lie in troubled water, but at present, it seemed that only by coercing Mo Yidang as a victim could they break the level.

"Huh. The Blood Sword suddenly laughed, but I don't know which one killed the earth-shattering ghosts and gods on the mountain with one to ten thousand, and these hundreds of mortal monks in the waters?

On the other hand, Mo Yi stared at Zhang Hao's face with an interesting face, but after a while, surprisingly, he agreed.

"Okay, I'll go. Mo Yi nodded and said.

And Zhang Hao had an expected smug expression on his face, and Mo Yi in front of him looked down and was silent for a while, and finally could only reluctantly agree.

"Hey, you're too bullying, why do you let people go!"

At this time, a different voice sounded not far away, Zhang Hao's face instantly gloomy, he turned his head to follow the sound and saw a woman with a beautiful appearance but a trace of delicate temperament between her eyebrows in a crowd of forty or fifty people.

"Senior Sister Liu, don't talk about it. A tall and handsome man beside the woman 5.3 immediately reached out and pulled the woman, signaling her to speak less.

"Shut up for me!" Zhang Hao scolded as he looked at the woman coldly.

"Liu Xiaoxiao?" Mo Yi, who was sitting on the ice floe, immediately recognized who the woman was, which surprised him a little, but he didn't expect that in this case, only Liu Xiaoxiao stood up and helped him say a word.

Liu Xiaoxiao naturally felt Mo Yi's gaze, she looked at the white jade mask, she muttered without guttering, and the delicate aura between her eyebrows was instantly replaced by rebellion and unyielding, and the pair of beautiful eyes with spirit stared straight at Zhang Hao and said, "Your Black Flame Sect and the Demon Jiao Palace came deliberately prepared, and there are hundreds of people present now! Why don't you go together to contain that white monster?"

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