The Lord of Ghost

For a time, major forces tracked the disappearing Mo Li.

So, where is Mo Li going?

After winning Xianxian Xianbao, he disappeared and ran faster than the mouse.

It can be said that Mo Li's hands have too many opportunities.

The magical method that even the saints can't see.

A Taoist realm, but has two fairy things.

Unheard of ten pulse ...

His appearance is like a mist, and the dark night in the mist will be devoured to him.

Just like Xiao Xiaobao, Qin Yang, and the dead Prince Gu Long ... Each of the evils related to it is inexplicably in a state of unclear, and his whole person is everywhere.

Because of this, the more mysterious Mo Li is, the more fascinating.

Today, Mo Li's figure moves crazy in a ghost -like state.

Behind him is to track his old guys.

The pupils of the eyes of the eyes flickered madly. In the space space of Mo Li, the bloody moon no longer sprinkled with red lumines, but the red blood like the waterfall -like waterfall.

This means that he launchs the pupil of ghost eyes in crazy overdrafts!

This situation is exactly the same as Gongsun Xuanjian, who was originally against [His Holiness], but he had to do so!

First of all, the consequences of winning the immortal tire are too great, and the old monster is always staring. He cannot guarantee that he can escape the secret situation in such a short time!

Therefore, the direction of his escape is not outside the secret state, but: in the secret realm!

Secondly, he couldn't guarantee that his traces were not noticed. There was no perfect trace in the world, and some could only be minimized.

Therefore, even the saints and even the emperor, the magical magical power that can't capture the traces is his method of reducing the trace, and must be used continuously, which means that he has to burn his life.

Mo Li is very decisive. In his opinion, there is nothing to reluctant, only success or not!

Gongsun Xuanjian still has 4 years after the First World War, and has spent 2 years in the secret territory.

With only 2 years left, Shou Yuan, under the crazy burning, his vitality was also defeated a little, his hair gradually became white, and his dying air was emitted from his body.

Soon, in the blink of an eye, 2 years of birthday ... 1 year of birthday ... half a year ... 3 months ...

Mo Li is clear, he must be fast!

He arrived at the place he was going before Shouyuan burned.

As for returning to Mojia, this choice is not within his plan.

Mo Li will never give his safety to the so -called Mojia. He grows only himself from beginning to end.

Sometimes I can't believe my heart!

Moreover, there is a problem with his blood. Why don't he change his blood to a more stable puppet container? Casting is a new ten pulse?

Digging bone transplantation does not happen.

Human nature is unpredictable. Momoto will not bet on Mojia, but if it is him, he will definitely do so.

At this moment, the blood of Mo Li's whole body is burning, and there are few Shouyuan left.

There is no trace to hide. Mo Li knows this, but what I did not expect was that the old guy behind him was so fast!

You can catch up with the traces of the real body!

"He is in front!"

"The old man has smelled his smell, the taste of Xianyuan!"

Behind Mo Li's body, a group of old guys kept looking for his position.

The two fairy things are so dazzling in the slim in the fairy traces, which is enough to be crazy.

"East!"

"The trace is too light, but the running is quite fast."

Familiar scenes, similar scenes.

At that time, he had encountered such a situation with [rebuild Dan].

But the difference is that he thinks much more than that year.

"No, the direction he went was Jianhe!"

The Jianhe River, that is, a special river in the secret realm, brings together the flowing sword meaning of the flow of countless times. It is rumored that the history of its birth can trace back to the crushing of the secret situation. Trim.

A river, a world.

At that time, in the sword space space, people had already gone to the building, leaving only the endless endless sword.

"What do he want to do!"

When everyone caught up with Mo Li, they saw a white -haired guy standing on the banks of the river.

The cost of burning Shouyuan is only five days left.

"He is almost dead!" More and more monks chased, and at a glance, they could almost judge that Mo Li's life was short long, which was the kind of breakdown of Shouyuan's silence.

Generally speaking, the death of serious injuries is different from the death of Shouyuan. Although the same is dead, there is a big difference.

Destructive injuries can be resurrected, such as spiritual roots, such as the power of nine calamities, such as life, as long as the life is full, as long as there is still a rest, it can be resurrected.

However, Shouyuan's exhaustion is different. This kind of death is not as good as his life except for life. Even if there is a murmer of life, Mo Li will fall into a state of death. It will die completely in the state of death.

Therefore, Shouyuan's exhaustion is also the most afraid of all monks, so ... Changsheng has become the goal of eternal pursuit of a living spirit.

"You ... it's late!" I saw Mo Li's weird smile.

"Goodbye ..." After vomiting two words, he seemed to be ridiculous, and then he resolutely jumped into the sword river that runs through the inside and outside, spreading to the unknown zone.

"not good!"

Immediately, a cultivator with great cultivation level sacrificed a magic mirror, and the magic power surged, and then a dazzling red cloud burst out and attacked Mo Li.

Since I can't get it, then destroy it.

With this idea in mind, several rays of light rushed straight to Mo Li.

Whoosh~

Suddenly, a sharp white light covered the entire world, cutting off countless Taoist magics!

The surrounding sword intent seemed to be alive and ready to move, staring at these cultivators.

"Damn it, how could this happen!"

"Why would the consciousness of this world cut off our Taoist magic!"

Before jumping into the sword river, Mo Li saw the terrifying magic that he could not resist at all, and each ray of light was enough to kill him on the spot.

But he was not afraid at all.

Because he knew that the will of this world would block everything.

This is the world of sword intent! A secret realm that belongs entirely to sword cultivators!

For ten eras, only sword cultivators can enter here.

The reason they can come in is because the collapse of the secret realm has caused the balance to break.

But this does not mean that they can perform non-sword moves in this world filled with sword intent.

And don't forget, Mo Li is half a sword cultivator, he has a sword heart.

Therefore, the will of this world will protect every sword cultivator, of course, except for the sword cultivators' own fights.

"Damn it, are they just going to let him go?"

The cooked duck flew away, they couldn't accept it.

Although they knew that Mo Li's magical powers were weird through projection, even as strong as these creatures, when they really faced it, they still had to sigh at its weirdness.

And they didn't think of the direction in which Mo Li fled.

According to normal thinking, the ten branches of the Mo family either fled to the direction of the Mo family to seek refuge, or fled to any place in the outside world, but they never thought of escaping to the secret realm, which is still the exclusive world of sword cultivators.

"He will die." A big man asserted with certainty: "The sword intent of this sword river will crush him."

"Even if he is lucky enough not to die, his life span has been exhausted, but only five days!"

Five days, this time is too short, so short that it is impossible!

Everyone thought that Mo Li's fate was doomed, and he was just lingering on.

But after jumping into the sword river, Mo Li smiled slightly and decisively used the immortal placenta to wrap himself up to prevent the sword intent of the river from wiping him out.

The immortal placenta, a soft thing similar to jelly, exudes the aura of immortality. Although it looks only the size of a fist, it is enough to accommodate the body when unfolded.

Hehe...

The endless sword intent constantly eroded the immortal placenta, and the platinum placenta that seemed as thin as a cicada's wing became the most solid fortress in the world.

Now, Mo Li's plan has been half successful.

The other half, he plans to leave to luck.