The real record of former fairy world bosses flirting with each other

Mo Wu clutched his chest, and said seriously: "You...you fairy, how can you still have trouble with money?"

"It's you." Xianjun raised his eyes and looked at him: "You have been reincarnated for a hundred years with your memory, you should have seen everything, everything is dust, gold and silver should not be taken seriously, why do you still treat money? So persistent?"

"Hmm, that's a good question." Mo Wu paused, smiled suddenly, and leaned his head over and said, "Why don't you promise me to earn money for me, and I'll immediately explain why I love money, and immediately satisfy Xianjun's curiosity Heart, how is it?"

"It's not good." Xian Jun straightened his spotless robes, and his tone was still slow, "...Do you know what is the first principle to learn when cultivating immortals?"

"Ok?"

"There are so many disturbances in this world," Xianjun raised his eyes to look at him with an amiable face: "What does it matter to me?"

Mo Wu: "..."

Mo Wu has lived for 300 years, and has never been too lazy to talk nonsense with others. On the one hand, he is lazy, and on the other hand, he is born with an inexplicable self-confidence of "everyone is an idiot except himself".But at this moment, facing Shang Xianjun's smiling eyes, the position was reversed, and the idiot became himself, but the person opposite was elegant, gentle and kind, and he couldn't refute anything.

Mo Wu gritted his teeth: "...boring."

"That won't work, but I can help you with something else."

"..." Mo Wu's face remained motionless, but his eyes couldn't help looking at Xianjun.

"Ghost hunting is hard work, if you encounter something difficult to deal with, I..."

Mo Wu didn't hold back for a moment, and wondered: "Didn't you already lose your mana?"

Xianjun: "I can give you advice."

Mo Wu: "..."

Mo Wu was simply overjoyed, and put his hands behind his head again: "Okay, okay, I also earned the suggestion of the majestic prime minister of the heaven."

It took another two sticks of incense for everyone to go, and the sky was getting darker and darker. It was obviously the noon when the yang energy was strongest, and the dark clouds covered the environment, which seemed to be worse than dusk.After a while, a clear bird song came from a distance, and after a while, the colorful-tailed magpie flew back with flapping wings.The magpie landed on Mo Wu's shoulders, with a very ugly look on his face, and said in a low voice: "There is something wrong in front."

After finishing speaking, he shook his wings and added: "It's very wrong."

Mo Wu raised his eyes to look at it——Although Bai Ze is a bird with no magic power now, at least he is a god who has seen the world, and it has not been a few times in hundreds of years that Bai Ze can show this expression.

Mo Wu had an idea in his mind, he threw the bell in his hand, "Tell me?"

"Going further, there is a mountain stream." Bai Ze said, "It's completely covered by the sea of ​​blood fog, so you can't see anything."

"Are you sure it's the blood fog?" Mo Wu paused for a while while holding the bell, "No dizziness?"

"You're dazzled." Bai Ze rolled his eyes, "I taught you to know Blood Fog!"

The blood sea mist is unique to red ghosts, and it specializes in eating human flesh and blood. Ordinary mortals will be bloody if they touch it a little.This thing is so powerful, Hong Ligui usually wouldn't let it play by himself.What's more, it is called "fog", which is something that will dissipate. The fog can cover the entire mountain stream. How powerful is this?

Mo Wu hesitated in his heart - he had seen as many ghosts as a cow's hair in the past 300 years, and there were quite a few Hong Li, but he had never seen anything like this.

At this time, the ancient broken sword was not on him, and he could only use a magpie bell all over his body, and the most precious Samadhi real fire in it was still on the day when it was welcoming the immortal king, and it blew away on a red ghost.Mo Wu couldn't help but frowned—is it really possible?

He unconsciously turned his head to look at Xianjun.Not only was the man with a natural look on his face, he wasn't surprised, he even picked two leaves and rolled them up to make a whistle. Unfortunately, the quality of the leaves was not good, and the sound of the whistle wasn't very pleasant, so they were stuck in the branch again.

Mo Wu clicked his tongue lightly, an immortal is an immortal after all, his mana is gone, and he can still be so leisurely when encountering evil spirits.

Mo Wu shook his head, threw the magpie bell in his hand, and walked forward without changing his expression.

After another stick of incense, Bai Ze moved uncomfortably and said in a high-pitched voice, "It's almost here."

Mo Wu threw away the magpie bell in his hand, looked back at the tense-looking people in front of him, and suddenly tilted his head to look at Xianjun, "This cousin, really has no magic power at all?"

"Not at all." Xian Jun raised his eyes to look at him, "Why?"

"It's just a matter of concern." Mo Wu smiled like a ruffian, and said inexplicably: "If you don't have magic power, there must be a way to save your life, right?"

Before Xianjun answered, he saw Xufeng running from the front, and said with a disturbed expression: "Master Mo Wu, something is not quite right ahead."

Mo Wu raised his eyes to look at Xu Feng, Xu Feng continued to say: "All the compass we brought have failed, the place looks like nothing special, but the yin is quite heavy, as if... as if... .”

Xu Feng frowned slightly, "as if" he didn't say anything for several times, Mo Wu turned the bell in his hand: "It seems that the ghosts held a meeting, and it was very lively in this place."

"Just...that's what it means." Xu Feng was a little nervous: "Master Mo Wu went to see it?"

"Where is your abbot?"

"The abbot is already in front, and there are two hexagrams, but nothing can be seen."

Mo Wu hummed, raised his foot and walked forward.

I saw that not far from the crowd, the scenery was as usual, but it was hazy as if covered by a layer of mist, with a faint turquoise light. Convenience brings twelve points of weirdness.

Mo Wu didn't know when he grabbed a weed and put it in his mouth. Daoist Xu Yun walked two steps over, frowned slightly, "It seems like there is an enchantment."

Mo Wu stared at the blue light, "The Taoist priest has good eyesight."

Elder Xu Yundao blushed slightly, and said: "Felestial Master Mo Wu has traveled all over the world, and he must be able to tell at a glance that the poor Taoist has no knowledge."

"Tianheng Mountain is the place where the prime minister ascended. There are few monsters and ghosts in such an auspicious place. It's normal that you haven't seen them before."

It was the first time for Daoist Xuyun to hear Master Mo speak seriously, so he couldn't help but take a second look. He saw the man's expression was flat, but if he looked closely, his eyes were a little dull.

Xu Yun's heart trembled slightly—could it be that he didn't even know what to do?But if you don't know what to do, why go forward?

Daoist Xu Yun retreated in his heart for a while, before he could say anything, he saw Mo Wu casually throwing the bell in his hand twice, then moved his arm back, closed one eye, and took two glances into the distance. Eyes, the arm moved forward violently, and the Wujin bell in his hand was thrown towards the distance in an arc!

Mo Wu twitched his lips, "Come on, let Grandpa see what you guys are all about!"

When he raised one corner of his mouth, he immediately took on a three-pointed ruffian air, and his expression suddenly became lively.As soon as the voice fell, there was a "boom", and the bell hit the mist in mid-air, like a heavy hammer, smashing the mist like a bowl into cracks, and the cracks became bigger and bigger After a while, the mist suddenly exploded, and the turquoise fragments scattered in the air, revealing the original appearance of that area.

Everyone was startled, and they didn't know who got the head start, but actually applauded Mo Wu.Mo Wu stood at the front of the crowd, ignored the crowd behind him at all, frowned slightly, "bald."

Bai Ze flapped his wings and flew to Mo Wu's shoulders. Looking at the scenery in front of him with a pair of bird eyes, he took a breath, and after a while, he said concisely: "... His uncle's."