The Lord of Ghost

Inside the secret realm.

Mo Li stopped at the tenth step of a stone road.

He held the earthen jar with ashes in his hand and looked at the red-haired man meditating not far away.

"This guy... is so weird!"

"Is there really someone who can comprehend the avenue on the stone road? Is he really going against the will of heaven?"

Mo Li's mouth twitched.

He had just walked by inadvertently, but the other party's restrained momentum made his heart tremble.

The other party was like a hot furnace, using the flesh as a melting tool, the spirit as firewood, and igniting the light of the avenue.

The soul that Mo Li touched was burned in an instant, and he saw the vast burning starry sky, the yin and yang, the universe were all melted and tempered, and in a trance, the world was enveloped.

"What kind of method is this?"

The other party is very strong, very strong!

Mo Li felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

Indistinctly, he seemed to see the flesh as a furnace, projecting different complex brilliances from it.

Moreover, the stone pavement where the man sat cross-legged resonated with him, the immortal sound of the Great Dao was stirring in the cauldron of the flesh body, and echoing in the palace of the soul. The whole person was like a young emperor, boiling and transforming.

Outside, Mo Li's stopped steps attracted everyone's attention.

"What is he looking at?"

Someone wondered: "Isn't the man opposite a disciple of Xuanyang Holy Land?"

However, while the disciples were still guessing the origin of the strange man, the leaders of the great sects were particularly silent.

The two pupils were like the sun, as if they wanted to see through the man's wonders.

"Really... a monster!" An old man from a hidden sect exclaimed.

"The rumors are not false. There are really people who have set foot in the secret realm of the fairyland in every life in ten lives."

"He has great ambitions and seems to want to accommodate three thousand great ways!"

In the man's flesh furnace, thousands of light balls burned in the fire, and the spirit was the firewood, controlling the size of the fire. The blood in the body was sometimes dry and sometimes abundant.

Once the three thousand great ways are smelted and synthesized, the path they take will surpass any genius in the past!

Even those fallen taboos, the great emperors who are still groping, can't compare to him!

Never thought that someone would do this! Maybe I thought about it, but no one has ever done it as thoroughly as he did!

Mo Li was amazed. He realized that there were real monsters, but he just didn't meet them. Now, he saw the real monsters.

But he didn't want to cause trouble. After sprinkling the ashes on this stone road, he planned to enter the colorful world to compete.

However, at the moment when Mo Li turned around and stepped, his body seemed to be fixed, and his scalp was numb.

Behind him, the man with fiery red hair opened his eyes, and the pupils reflected the great light of the whole world. His red hair flew backwards, burning with fire.

"You are very strong, why don't you be my general!"

"In this life, I will definitely seize the destiny!"

Mo Li felt that he was stared at by a prehistoric beast, and he felt full of oppression.

He slowly turned around and stared at the red-haired man's magnificent pupils: "War general? Sorry, I don't like to be inferior to others."

"On the contrary, I am more interested in your soul and ashes!"

Mo Li's words seemed to anger the other party, but also successfully aroused his interest.

"Interesting prey!" The red-haired man prefers geniuses who can resist and have personality, so that he can satisfy his sense of conquest when hunting.

"You too, why not be my war general?" Mo Li raised his mouth. Compared with the domineering red-haired man, Mo Li seemed more treacherous.

He didn't care whether he would anger the other party, he just hated the feeling of being stared at as a prey.

Who is he? He is Mo Li, a madman who walked out of a mental hospital. He does things only according to his heart, regardless of the consequences and regardless of the generation.

"You are very arrogant, and the eyes behind the mask are very strange." The red-haired man slowly stood up and looked directly at Mo Li.

"Thank you for your compliment."

To say that he is arrogant and cruel is like the best compliment in the world.

Mo Li remembered the last time he received similar praise, it was in Xuanyang Holy Land, when he finished off Murong Qinghuan and then the old woman who attacked him praised him.

As he spoke, Mo Li wiped the edge of the sword in his hand.

This was the first time he faced a genius of his generation.

Swish!

The sword shadows were mottled and stabbed silently.

Ding!

The red-haired man lazily raised his hand, and his fingertips clamped the flying sword that was approaching his forehead.

With two fingers, he clamped off the flying sword transformed by spiritual power, and it turned into spots of light and dissipated.

"There is no need to test it."

"If these are the only means you have, then you are not worthy of being my general!"

The red-haired man's eyes were blazing, like a big sun, and the blood and spirit sea in his body were constantly boiling. Every character was as shocking as a huge bell, as if it was a fierce beast from a distant primitive world.

"I was underestimated!"

Mo Li frowned slightly, looking helpless.

"Well, let's do something serious!"

"Ten Thousand Swords! Open!"

Instantly, a sharp cold light burst out from Mo Li's body. He looked like a sword, and even his eyes turned into the most primitive and pure sharpness.

In the outside world, the scene reflected by the colorful stamens surprised everyone.

"Is he really a sword cultivator?"

Especially the disciples of Jianmen, their expressions were as uncomfortable as if they had eaten shit.

What did they see from Mo Li? They saw the sword heart!

The so-called sword heart requires the purest belief in the sword, and requires a mind without distractions. I am the sword, and the sword is me!

Many sword cultivators have not been able to practice it.

But people like him who slaughter the weak can cultivate a sword heart?

Are they crazy or is the world crazy? It's incredible.

Mo Li felt that he had a good talent for swordsmanship, and in fact, it was true.

It has been less than a year since he came into contact with the swordsmanship, and he has cultivated the swordsmanship.

He even entered the swordsmanship halfway, and did not start from the swordsmanship of one move after another. Instead, he started to practice the swordsmanship after enslaving Gongsun Xuanjian. It has only been about half a year.

If the geniuses outside heard it, wouldn’t he commit suicide with the sword?

And Mo Li is really focused on the swordsmanship.

Because the swordsmanship kills people quickly, it is a very simple idea.

As for the swordsmanship, Mo Li thinks that as long as he has hands, it will be fine.

No, to be precise, as long as the heart is still beating, it will be fine.