The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother

When the three of Qin Mo got down to earth again, they were in the same stone room that Lin Zizheng had used to trap Qin Mo earlier.Looking at the blooming lotus in the pool, Qin Mo suddenly felt as if he had been in another world.

The spiritual energy in the space filled his surroundings, and the spiritual power in his body also faintly felt boiling. When he moved his palm lightly, Qin Mo felt that he was about to break through.

Glancing at Lin Zizheng and Wen Qing who were beside him, he saw a burst of aura that was visible to the naked eye constantly circling around them.

Sensing Qin Mo's gaze, Lin Zizheng smiled, obviously guessing what Qin Mo was thinking, and without saying anything, he snorted coldly in Wen Qing's direction, and a ray of light appeared from his body, directly binding Wen Qing , and then pulled Wen Qing away from here.

Wen Qing only had time to nod to Qin Mo before being dragged out by Lin Zizheng helplessly.

Seeing Lin Zizheng treating Wen Qing so roughly, Qin Mo's lips moved, but he didn't say anything in the end.Lin Zizheng seemed to dislike Wen Qing since the first time they met, and this feeling became even worse as time went by.

Without thinking about anything else, Qin Mo sat cross-legged on the stone bed, closed his eyes and practiced.

When Qin Mo opened his eyes again, several months had passed.

Qin Mo's strength at this time has directly risen from the early stage of the spiritual solitude to the late stage of the spiritual solitude, and has reached the ninth level of the spiritual solitude stage. It feels like he is advancing by leaps and bounds.

But when you think about it carefully, it is very reasonable. During the time in the dark tomb, Qin Mo experienced many life and death battles, and his cultivation should have advanced at that time.But because there is no spiritual energy in the spirit source world, his cultivation has been suppressed until he returned to the demon world at this moment, and he came out vigorously. This is the reason for the so-called thick accumulation and thin hair.

Qin Mo's current consciousness is also very amazing. When his consciousness moves, he can see the surrounding situation in his eyes.No one could be seen above the stone chamber, not even Lin Zizheng and Wen Qing.Qin Mo stood up straight, ready to go out and have a look.

Qin Mo paused when his fingertips touched the cool silver mask on the stone bed.This mask was previously used by Lin Zizheng to cover his face. Although the relationship between the two of them has not returned to the closeness it was before, it has eased a lot. Naturally, it is not a problem for him to leave this stone room, but this mask...

After hesitating for a moment, Qin Mo finally put the mask on his face, straightened his clothes, and cast a dust-removing formula on himself, then Qin Mo went outside.

As soon as he walked out of the underground palace, Qin Mo's heart skipped a beat. He raised his head and looked towards the palace where the most central palace lord lived. There were several tyrannical auras there.Qin Mo could feel that those auras were all Nascent Soul stage monks.

Qin Mo frowned slightly. After returning from the spirit source world, he had been retreating in the stone room, so he didn't know what happened outside.

Thinking of this, Qin Mo moved his feet and walked in that direction.When he got close, he wrapped his body with a layer of primordial power, carefully concealing his aura.Since returning here, Qin Mo's primordial spirit power has gathered in the sea of ​​consciousness, and merged with his own spiritual power, which is more powerful and convenient.

After a period of tempering, Qin Mo's spiritual power has gone a step further than before, much stronger than his fellow monks.For thousands of years, the monks in the cultivation world have gradually lost the training methods of their spiritual consciousness, leaving only some ordinary detection methods. He believes that even the monks in the Nascent Soul stage cannot find his trace.

Standing behind the stone pillar, Qin Mo's eyes fell on the group of people in front of him.

There were two groups of people on the open space in front of the palace, one of them was very familiar to Qin Mo, it was the people from the Northern Palace of the Lower Demon Realm, and the Palace Master of the Northern Palace stood in front of him with a smile.

But what made Qin Mo feel strange was that one of them was sitting in the center casually, and it was Lin Zizheng.

When Qin Mo was observing them, Lin Zizheng glanced in Qin Mo's direction, and then raised the corners of his mouth. Qin Mo knew that Lin Zizheng had discovered him.

An old man in gray robes stood out of thin air opposite the people in the Beigong Palace. He glanced contemptuously at the people in front of him. He glanced at Lin Zizheng who was sitting in the center, and then cast a disdainful glance at Beigong who was standing on the side. The palace master's cold voice slowly dissipated in the air: "Old green blood ghost, I haven't seen you for many years, you are really getting more and more useless, and you actually let a little ghost ride on your head."

Palace Master Qingxue's smile froze for a moment, and he felt a little annoyed. He knew that Lin Zizheng was the disciple of a big man in the Upper Demon Realm, so he always treated him with courtesy, but he didn't really take him seriously.

After all, the Demon Realm has always been based on strength. Although there are few Jindan stage monks in the Demon Realm, it is not without them. A little Lin Zizheng is not worth his attention.But since Lin Zizheng disappeared for a few days and reappeared, he had beaten him, a monk at the Nascent Soul stage, to the point where he was powerless to fight back.

The master of Qingxue Palace became a little worried, and looked at the gray-robed old man in front of him with a somewhat unfriendly expression. This gray-robed old man is the master of Nangong, known as the black bone old man. That's all."

"Will you gamble and admit defeat?" The gray-robed old man chuckled twice, chewing a few words playfully. Although he had always been conceited and believed that his strength was slightly stronger than that of Beigong Palace Master and others, but in the whole world In the Demon Realm, only the lord of the fourth palace is recognized by him, and everyone else is an ant.At this moment, hearing that the master of Beigong said that he had lost to a little ghost at the Golden Core Dzogchen stage, he felt very uncomfortable.

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He stepped forward, and his whole body was full of momentum. In an instant, his figure appeared in the sky above Lin Zizheng. He raised his right hand high, and a majestic attack galloped towards Lin Zizheng's body.

Seeing the black-boned old man make a move, Qingxue took a step back and stood leisurely on the side with a half-smile on his face, showing no intention of helping Lin Zizheng.

Seeing this situation, the old man with black bones became even more imposing, attacking continuously in his hands.

Qin Mo frowned, even though he knew that Lin Zizheng's strength would increase greatly, he was still a little worried at the moment.

Lin Zizheng's expression remained unchanged, even though the attack was already in front of him, he didn't show any signs of panic, his sleeves fluttered lightly, and a dark light shot out from his body, directly facing the attack of the black-boned old man.

"Bang!" The two collided, and Lin Zizheng's seemingly inconspicuous blow directly blocked the sharp blow of the black bone old man.The old man with black bones trembled, and he stepped back a few steps directly.

When the black bone old man stood up straight again, his expression became more gloomy. He glanced at the blue blood gloating in front of him. The black bone old man clenched his hands tightly, which actually made him lose face in front of everyone, but he didn't dare to act rashly for a while. , from the blow just now, he could already see Lin Zizheng's strength.

"Hey, there's actually a little ant here." Just when the atmosphere was a little stiff, a chuckle suddenly came from the side.

Hearing this voice, everyone followed the sound and saw two people standing in the corner.One of them was dressed in black, with a playful look on his face, but his whole body was similar to that of the old man with black bones. He was obviously a monk in the Nascent Soul stage.

And the person opposite him used a special mask to cover his face, so that they could not see his face clearly, but they could see through his cultivation at a glance, only the period of spiritual silence.That person was Qin Mo.

The black-boned old man snorted coldly, and casually swung a blow in Qin Mo's direction. He was very depressed now, so let this man vent his anger. It would be an honor for him to die at the hands of his black-boned old man.

Qin Mo looked vigilantly at the man in black who suddenly appeared in front of him, but he still allocated some consciousness to others.As soon as the black-bone old man shot, he had already noticed it.

Not caring much, Qin Mo quickly backed away, and at the same time the Thunderbolt Sword that had been in the Qiankun Bag appeared in his hand.It has not been used for a long time, but as soon as it appeared, the blade of the Thunderbolt Sword made a "buzzing" sound, as if very happy.

Touching the sharp sword, Qin Mo's eyes lighted up slightly, and the spiritual power in his whole body suddenly turned, and he swung the long sword in the attacking direction.

Qin Mo has been using the sword since he crossed, and he has also practiced the second form of the Potianjianjue, and his understanding of the way of the sword has become more thorough.This sword seems simple and unpretentious, but it hides a mystery, and the sword light is shining, making it extremely sharp.

After swiping that sword, Qin Mo did not relax. He glanced at the man in black beside him, feeling vigilant in his heart.And that black robe didn't know what he was thinking, but with a smile on his face, he stepped back a few steps, as if he didn't want to fight Qin Mo.

The sword light came from the sky, directly split the attack of the old man with black bones, and slashed straight at the old man with black bones.

There was a flash of light on the black-bone old man's body, intertwined with the sword light, and the sword light dissipated slowly.

Looking at the strands of hair falling from his forehead, the black-boned old man felt surprisingly angry. He didn't pay attention to Qin Mo before, and the attack was just a random swing, and it didn't have much attack power, but killing a There are more than enough monks in the period of spiritual silence.But he didn't expect that this ant not only broke his attack, but also attacked him.

When he was at a disadvantage against Lin Zizheng earlier, the black-bone old man was just depressed. After all, the Mistress of the North Palace was also defeated by Lin Zizheng.

But now, he laughed sinisterly, a gray light flickered in his hand, and a long black bone appeared in his hand. The black long bone cut across the air, carrying a murderous aura, forcing everyone around to back away a few steps.

The black bone old man's complexion was pitch black, and the turbid spiritual energy around him was boiling, continuously pouring into the black bone in his hand. The black long bone trembled, drawing a dark light, and attacked Qin Mo.

Qin Mo's face was a little pale, but he was holding the long sword tightly in his hand. The blade of the sword trembled slightly and floated in the air. Qin Mo's cold voice sounded: "Sword Breaking Heaven." At the same time, Qin Mo's hands kept moving in the air, a golden The giant dragon slowly emerged, and he shouted in a low voice: "Shenlong Jue."

As soon as the words fell, he released his consciousness, and the soul in the sea of ​​consciousness condensed into a slender lightsaber, circled behind the old man with black bones, and stabbed fiercely at his body.

Lin Zizheng, who had been sitting in the center of the crowd in Beigong, appeared beside Qin Mo in a flash.

The surrounding air kept shrinking, and the boiling aura kept gathering towards Qin Mo's side. Seeing the huge sword shadow appearing in front of Qin Mo, the old man with black bones showed a hint of surprise in his eyes. He obviously didn't expect Qin Mo to have such power Such a powerful move.

But immediately, his eyes turned cold, he controlled the black long bone in his hand, and collided with Qin Mo's blow. This kid's strength is too weak, even if his moves are powerful, he has no chance of winning.

The black light on the long bone stalemate with the sword shadow for a moment, then directly pierced the sword shadow and shot towards Qin Mo's body. The corners of the black bone old man's mouth slightly curled up, revealing a satisfied smile.

Just when he thought he could kill Qin Mo, the old man with black bones suddenly felt a wave in the back of his head, and a faint sense of danger arose in his heart.

The black-boned old man has always believed in his intuition. He made a tactic with both hands, and a barrier formed around him, protecting his body in it.As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, he heard a sound of piercing through the air, and then an invisible long sword pierced straight into his head.

"Ah!" The long sword entered his brain, and severe pain came from it. The old man with black bones constricted his pupils, hugged his head tightly, and let out a loud cry.

The Shenlong Jue, which has been brewing for a long time, finally took shape. The huge golden dragon floated above the head of the black-boned old man. The dragon's eyes were shining.

Enduring the severe pain, the black-bone old man swung the long black bone in the direction of the golden dragon, bent his left hand into a claw, and directly grabbed the golden dragon.Those five claws were so sharp that they directly smashed the dragon's body.

The golden dragon dissipated slowly, and the black-bone old man was in a bit of a panic. He turned around slowly while holding his head in severe pain. His eyes were red, and he was pecked by geese all day long. He wanted to smash the boy to pieces. part.

Seeing that the black-bone old man was injured, the man in black showed a bit of surprise on his face. He didn't expect this kid to be able to hurt the black-bone old man.

The black long bone's attack was already in front of him, just as Qin Mo was about to do something, Lin Zizheng's figure rushed out from the side.I saw his right hand flattened into a palm, and the bloody light flashed across the palm of his hand, and then the bloody light directly met the attack of the black bone old man.

After doing this, Lin Zizheng stretched out his right arm, directly wrapped around Qin Mo's waist, held him tightly in his arms, moved his feet, and stepped back.

When the black bone old man turned around, what he saw was his attack crumbling under Lin Zizheng's blood.He clenched his black long bones, and stared at Qin Mo and Lin Zizheng viciously, but because he was afraid of Lin Zizheng's strength, he didn't act rashly, and said through gritted teeth, "Boy, what are you doing?"

Hearing this, Lin Zizheng did not let go of his arms around Qin Mo, but only glanced at the old man with black bones, and said casually, "Save him." Obviously he didn't take the old man with black bones seriously.

Being so slighted by Lin Zizheng, the old man with black bones turned red, and the hand holding the long black bones trembled a little. He pointed at Qin Mo and shouted angrily, "Don't you feel the disgusting aura of righteousness in him?"

Hearing this, a smile slowly broke out on Lin Zizheng's face, and he tightened his right arm, hugging Qin Mo even tighter.

Qin Mo frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart, knowing that Lin Zizheng was helping him, so he didn't struggle.

Lin Zizheng's gaze swept over the silver mask on Qin Mo's face, and finally landed on his tightly pressed lips. His eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly lowered his head, and planted a soft kiss on the corner of Qin Mo's mouth.

Immediately, he turned his head quickly, looked at the old man with black bones, his eyes were filled with a firmness that Qin Mo could not see, and he said, "What does it matter, he is mine."

As soon as these words came out, the surroundings quieted down, and the eyes looking at Lin Zizheng became a little weird. Although the demon cultivators and monsters in the demon world have always been slutty, men and men...

Qin Mo, who was held in Lin Zizheng's arms, also froze, and then struggled. Lin Zizheng's eyes darkened slightly, and a small voice sounded in Qin Mo's ear: "Brother, the situation is complicated now. To ensure your safety."

Qin Mo paused, his eyes swept over the menacing group of people behind the old man with black bones, he slowly stopped his struggling movements, and was peacefully embraced by Lin Zizheng, but his ears were slightly red.

Qin Mo has a cleanliness habit, and this is the first time he has had such intimate contact with others.There was a little bit of turmoil in his heart, and it returned to calm in an instant.

"Your man? An righteous monk?" The black-bone old man was also a little speechless, but he regained his composure after a while. He glanced at the man in black and the palace master of the North Palace who had been watching the fun, and said angrily: "The demon world has infiltrated Righteous monks, what do you think?"

The man in black had crooked eyebrows and smiled heartily, without opening his mouth, as if he didn't take the old man's words to heart.

Qingxue's eyes drooped, he didn't know what he was thinking, after a long time, a smile appeared on his face, and he said to the old man with black bones: "It's just a little male pet..."

"Not a male favorite." Before he could finish speaking, he heard Lin Zizheng's displeased voice interject from the side.His eyes were dark, staring at Qingxue coldly.

The black bone old man sneered, his voice full of disdain.Qingxue's smile froze, and then he continued as if nothing had happened: "The most important thing for us now is to discuss how to deal with those righteous monks on Shiming Mountain."

The black-boned old man moved his lips, and finally said nothing, only snorted coldly, waved to the disciples behind him, let them disperse, and walked directly into the palace by himself.

The young man in black said with emotion: "I didn't expect them to really come."

"Those orthodox monks have always had a good face. This time the incident was so big that we arrested almost all the monks participating in the competition in Weihaijie. They will definitely show up." Qingxue smiled and analyzed.