The Lord of Ghost

Mo Li was stunned in place. The stone door that spanned the sky and the earth seemed to have infinite magic. The bright white light squeezed out from the crack of the door, warm and soft, just like hope, giving people the hottest and strongest desire.

"What is behind the stone door?"

At this moment, Mo Li actually had a strong impulse, a call from the depths of his soul, and numbly entered the stone door.

He walked out of the bamboo boat, but the sea water did not corrode his spirit.

In this strange ocean where hundreds of rivers converge, the sea water is glittering, with a little golden luster.

Suddenly, at the moment he stepped into the sea, all the white souls twisted their necks at the same time, as if they had been rehearsed thousands of times, and looked at Mo Li in a weird and twisted way.

The world was quiet, and the silent silence turned into a deadly sword, piercing his eyes.

Mo Li's pupils expanded little by little under the pale light of the stone door, reflecting the white fear.

Do people like him also have panic and fear?

Mo Li himself was not sure whether he was panicking or terrified.

Because he caught a glimpse of an incredible old friend among the thousands of white ghosts.

It can be said to be an old friend, but it is more accurate to say that it is an old friend who was beaten into a blood flower by him and has long been dead.

Nangong Xueyan!

This genius met in the Ancient Dragon Dynasty. In order to obtain Jiang Liyue's Taiyin Divine Body, he suppressed the Nangong family to gain favor and was one of the fighting geniuses at that time.

Because the word "snow" in his name was similar to an old friend he knew, he remembered this face and the scene when this fresh blood flower bloomed.

For a moment, Mo Li felt his scalp tingling.

This strange place made his hair stand on end. When those white ghosts looked at him with numb eyes, there was a different look.

He was too familiar with this look!

Hate, naked hatred!

Mo Li scanned the thousands of ghosts, and the surprise in his eyes became more and more intense.

In addition to Nangong Xueyan, he saw another familiar figure.

A middle-aged man who looked somewhat similar to Gongsun Jianwu.

To be precise, it was Gongsun Jianwu's father, the patriarch of the Gongsun family.

At that time, in order to provoke Gongsun Jianwu's fragile nerves, Mo Li's means were cruel and inhumane, but he was sure that both Nangong Xueyan and Gongsun Jianwu's father were dead.

Then, in Mo Li's eyes, he saw more and more familiar faces.

The sects that were slaughtered in order to refine the soul-controlling Gu worm, the dead souls of the Gongsun family, the weak foundation disciples of the Xuanyang Holy Land who were wantonly slaughtered in the secret realm...

These people, those who were killed by him, all stood in front of him at this moment, and there was only one emotion left in their pale and lightless pupils: kill!

In an instant, all the ghosts twisted their faces, like a white wave, rushing towards him one after another.

At this moment, facing this overwhelming force, Mo Li stood there in a daze, his eyes were always looking for the most beautiful figure under the moonlight!

These ghosts must have a huge relationship with him!

He thought the ghosts would disappear, because when he subdued Gongsun Jianwu, he met the old sword spirit on him.

This terrifying god broke into his spiritual sea and killed all the tens of thousands of ghosts he devoured with one sword!

Among the annihilated ghosts was Nangong Xueyan.

But the ghosts that he thought should have disappeared forever appeared miraculously.

If these ghosts engulfed all the creatures he had slaughtered.

Then there must be a most perfect figure under the starry sky, and the stars and the moon are not even a fraction of it!

Jiang Liyue!