The Lord of Ghost

Suddenly, the air seemed to be frozen, and even the nerves were frozen stiff.

Ghost One is the old emperor who has reached the realm of sainthood.

Ghost Three is the elder of the Bai family who has entered the realm of quasi-sainthood.

What about Ghost Two who is left in the middle?

The moment Mo Li's voice fell, Yuan Jiu suddenly woke up.

He always felt that something was wrong, and he always felt that something was strange, but he couldn't put it into words.

But he had no time to think. The contemporary emperor who had the qualifications to break the sainthood grabbed Yuan Jiu's head in an instant.

Boom!

A violent shock wave penetrated the earth. The female demon named Lin Yue swallowed her saliva subconsciously, twisted her neck like a puppet, and was shocked to find that her son was picked up like a weak chicken.

The man also wore a Yan ghost mask and a black robe, and his breath was as terrifying as the abyss.

But just when she turned her head, a faint light came in an instant, spitting out characters that made the soul tremble.

"Be good, don't be afraid, dizziness is normal."

The intimate beads rolled to the ground, and what greeted her was a dazzling sword light that she couldn't dodge at all.

Swish!

The dazzling white line cut through the sky and the earth, and people accepted the full-strength attack without any preparation. At least Mo Li would not let her go, and full strength was the greatest respect for her.

The sword light tore through the flesh and blood, and the female demon was suddenly split into two.

But the misty smile at the corner of Mo Li's mouth did not converge, and the scarlet in his eyes gushed out like a spring.

So, his palm spiritual power surged, forming a small storm to throw the female demon whose life was on the verge of death into the air.

Mo Li grasped the timing very well, splitting the two with one sword, although fatal, but not immediately killing.

Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent's life fire was extinguished, the coldness at the corner of Mo Li's mouth shook people's hearts like a ghost.

"This flower, after being carved by the immortal sword, must be more beautiful than before!"

After saying this, the ghost sword on his waist was sharp for the first time after being successfully forged. Accompanied by the steaming phoenix shadow, the infinite fairy light bloomed like the sun. Under the fairy charm, a ferocious and evil ghost eye attached to the handle suddenly opened, and the sword light was instantly dyed scarlet.

Yes, Gui Er handed the ghost sword after the sacrifice to Mo Li as soon as possible, and also handed over the black and smoking soul flag made of Kui cowhide.

Bang!

In the air, the remaining light of the female demon's life bloomed like a bright red poppy in the scarlet blood-colored sword light, stained with blood mist, and the broken foam was like sparks. Mo Li felt sickly that it was more fascinating than the delicate white flowers.

A wisp of crimson fell to the corner of his lips, and Mo Li subconsciously stretched out his tongue to lick it, which was unexpectedly fishy and sweet.

Mo Li was probably sick, and even had a desire in his heart.

When the fishy sweetness of the taste buds gradually faded, Mo Li opened his eyes and came to Yuan Jiu with an unsatisfied look on his face.

At that time, Yuan Jiu's lower body was paralyzed and powerless, and the magic stone imprisoned his whole body's spiritual veins. He was unable to absorb spiritual energy, just like an ordinary person.

Of course, being cautious to the enemy is the greatest responsibility for oneself.

Mo Li's smile was like fog, weird like a demon, and there was still blood stains on his lips from the female demon.

He patted Yuan Jiu's face, his eyes were full of fooling.

Yuan Jiu's eyes were silent like the abyss, he stared at Gui Er, looking at the familiar eyes behind the Yan Gui mask.

"Take off the mask and let him fulfill his last wish before he dies."

Mo Li said softly, although he was cruel, he still had a trace of human care.

But this trace of human care was a more cruel fact for Yuan Jiu, especially after Gui Er gradually took off the Yan Gui mask.

In the quiet time, Yuan Jiu's eyes gradually trembled, shocked, terrified, stunned... Countless unbelievable but unbelievable emotions intertwined.

Mo Li accurately captured his happy face, as if admiring it.

The stunned emotion, the concrete appearance on his face was impressive. For Mo Li, it was a kind of pleasure, just like the top note during the blooming of blood flowers, with astonished thoughts turned into dry bones, and death could not be at peace. It seemed particularly abnormal, but Mo Li liked it very much.

Gradually, Yuan Jiu's eyes were eroded by darkness. He could not see any affection from the depths of Gui Er, the contemporary emperor's eyes. It was a dark desert, stained by ghosts.

Boom!

At this moment, a crack appeared in the space of the sky, and Gui Yi walked out calmly. Correspondingly, the Great Sage's decree collapsed into Hua Guang and melted into the world.

Yuan Jiu did not ask why. He seemed to know that the man named "Ghost" in front of him would not tell him.

Mo Li just smiled, and then coldly ordered Gui Er: "Kill him!"