The Lord of Ghost

"Ah!" Many disciples reacted and exclaimed, and hurried forward to help Murong Qinghuan up.

Looking back, Qin Yang was not much better. A gorgeous ice flower bloomed on his chest, growing from his chest, connected to his blood and flesh, presenting an elegant and beautiful blood mist icicles.

This set of movements was done in one go, without any drag, and no time for people to react.

After a moment, someone reacted.

Dark waves surged in the void, shaking out a circle of ripples, and a pair of big hands fell from the sky, with murderous intent pointing directly at Mo Li.

But Mo Li's eyes darkened, and the deep red blood covered his pupils. In an instant, blood and energy surged to his limbs and bones, and his body strength surged several times, and he returned to his original position in a flash.

"Ghost Eyes!"

The people of Xuanyang Holy Land exclaimed, and when the pupil technique was activated, it was shrouded in scarlet, and everyone had a moment of induction.

Mo Li sat on the throne of the crown leader with these eyes, and everyone in the entire holy land knew it.

After a palm, an old man walked down from the void leisurely. He stepped on the void, a lotus with every step, his long hair tied up in a Taoist bun, his clothes were simple and natural, and he looked harmless with a smile.

"Let's be merciful when we can, fellow disciples, Mo Guanshou was too cruel."

The killing intent that Mo Li showed to Qin Yang at that moment was absolutely real, and he had the mentality of killing him.

Mo Li raised his eyebrows and said jokingly: "Why, you want to save him?"

Xuan Mengzi fed Qin Yang a healing holy medicine at this time, but the moment the pill appeared, it suddenly burst into a soft emerald green light.

"That is... it's actually the Holy Spirit Pill! It's said that the holy medicine can make the bones of the quasi-saint grow flesh!"

"It's a waste of heaven, giving it to Qin Yang, a waste!" Someone beat his chest and stamped his feet, heartbroken.

Mo Li narrowed his eyes, not surprising.

Just now, he just wanted to see if he could kill the so-called son of destiny with one knife, and put an end to it all.

In fact, his knife did pierce Qin Yang's chest, and the vein-sealing characteristics of the extremely cold ice blade broke out, piercing his spiritual veins and destroying everything.

But there was a strong life force in Qin Yang's body that prevented him from further ending his life.

Xuan Mengzi explored Qin Yang's injuries, but as the spiritual energy poured in and the information fed back, his old face became more and more gloomy.

"Mo Li, you are so cruel! The spiritual veins are all destroyed, and there is no possibility of cultivation!"

Mo Li smiled: "Thank you for your praise. But I ask again: Are you sure you want to keep him at Xuanling Peak?"

"Xuanling Peak! It's Xuanling Peak!"

"Is this old man a disciple of Xuanling Peak?"

As soon as the three words Xuanling Peak came out, the surrounding disciples all talked about it.

Because Xuanling Peak is really special.

Xuanyang Holy Land is divided into inner and outer gates. The outstanding inner gate students join the other seven peaks for cultivation. Each peak has only one champion, but Xuanling Peak is special. It has not accepted disciples for many years. It accepts disciples based on fate, and even does not recommend the position of the champion.

In the original book, Qin Yang became more hardworking after being suppressed by Mo Li, and was valued by Xuanling Peak. Later, he defeated everyone in the inner gate competition and won the championship again, showing his extraordinary talent.

It was also at this time that Xuanling Peak accepted him as a disciple and recommended Qin Yang to become the champion of a peak, with a status equal to Mo Li. At the same time, he entered Murong Xue's heart in the subsequent experience, and defeated Mo Li with a crushing attitude in the five-year agreement.

Even if Mo Li took banned drugs to break through, he could still be defeated by a higher level.

Thinking of this, Mo Li looked at Qin Yang who fell to the ground, and he was thinking about how to make up for it!

At this time, the words of the Taoist Xuan Mengzi were heard clearly by almost everyone present: "Yes, we in Xuanling Peak can't bear to see you, Mo Li, harming your fellow disciples, so we insist on protecting him!"

"Bullshit, it was obviously Qin Yang who openly provoked Mo Li Guan Shou first!" Mo Li's followers shouted.

"Disrespecting Guan Shou, you should be punished!"

"As for Murong Qinghuan, he insisted on protecting Qin Yang, and Mo Li Guan Shou only gave him a slight lesson!"

"I remember the crime of openly provoking Guan Shou, according to the rules of the Holy Land, it is written like this: abolish the spirit vein and expel from the Holy Land!"

"You, you, it is obviously Mo Li who bullied his fellow disciples!"

All of a sudden, the disciples of Mo Li's faction and those of other peaks quarreled.

Mo Li didn't waste any words. He beckoned his disciples and ordered: "Go and invite the adults from the Law Enforcement Hall. If Qin Yang can still walk out of the Holy Land alive today, I, Mo Li, will lose!"

"Yes, Lord Crown."

The crowns of each peak are all geniuses cultivated by Xuanyang Holy Land with all its resources. They are all seed players who will participate in the road to becoming emperor in the future, so the status of the crown is particularly noble in Xuanyang Holy Land.

"You...Mo Li! Do you really not give any face?"

Mo Li directly ignored Xuan Mengzi's gaze, and his meaning was extremely clear.

"Your face? Or Xuanling Peak's face? I, Mo Li..."

The word "all" just floated out the last sound, and the next moment Mo Li's ghost eyes burst out again, and his whole body was suddenly covered with scarlet blood, and his figure blurred in an instant.

What do you mean, finish the words before taking action? It's impossible for him, Mo Li!

"You bastard! How dare you!"

Xuan Mengzi shouted, and the eight immortal swords circled in a wheel shape, with sword energy overflowing, ready to kill Mo Li with one sword.

"I said, Qin Yang must die!"

No one could have imagined that Mo Li, who was planning to ask the Law Enforcement Hall to judge him the previous second, would actually take action again the next moment. That shocking burst of posture did not seem fake at all.

Huh...

Mo Li's afterimage floated and appeared behind Qin Yang. He raised his sword and aimed the sharp blade at Qin Yang's head, with a surge of extreme cold ice explosion, which made the surrounding air suddenly stop.

"Don't even think about it!"

Ding!

The crisp collision of weapons produced sparks, and the tip of the ice blade collided with the edge of the sword, and they were deadlocked for a breath. The violent sword light that was wiped out kept tearing the air, and the ice soul also froze the spiritual energy.

The two sides were in opposition. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Xuan Mengzi was holding back. After all, Mo Li was still the leader, and he had practiced for a short time.

"Mo Li, you really don't give me a bit of face, otherwise..."

However, Xuan Mengzi's warning words were just halfway through, and his eyebrows suddenly depressed, because the figure that resisted him was gradually melting.

"Otherwise what?"

The source of the voice came from not far away.

When everyone moved their necks a little bit to look, they found that Mo Li was holding a sharp blade as hot as magma, piercing into the chest at a familiar angle and position.

Yes, his target was Murong Qinghuan!

How could the disciples who wanted to resist be Mo Li's opponent?

When the blazing flame blade was inserted into the abdomen, the scorching fire formed a vortex like a sea of ​​fire, burning the spiritual veins in Murong Qinghuan's body.

After doing all this, Mo Li coldly drew out the Extreme Fire Blade, took out a handkerchief, and carefully wiped the blood on his hands, his movements were elegant like a gentleman.

"I almost forgot about you. I just used the secret treasure to escape death!"

"I want to see now, will you, Murong Qinghuan, die? Why are you pretending to be the first to do something?"

"The only thing you can do to restrain me is what you think I love Murong Xue."

The barking of the dog just now was really noisy, especially Murong Qinghuan, who couldn't see the situation clearly at all, and it made his head hurt.

Now, the blade stabbed him to death and he couldn't even make a sound.