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    "That's enough, those corpses of monster beasts can't be as satisfying as the peerless Taoist weapons. By the way, brother, what should we do next? Should we wait ten days to kill the Manghuang Sect, or should we kill Mo Xuanyun first?  That little snake?" Shen Huan smiled brightly. In terms of tactics, how could this little insect that was no longer as long as his arm be his opponent? He was provoked in just a few words.

    Yang Hong's face was solemn, and he thought for a moment and said: "Nalan Hongye is a huge stone in my heart, but Mo Xuanyun is a thorn, a cancer. The longer it is delayed, the more difficult it is for me to sleep and eat, so I need to remove it first."  A thorn, so that he won¡¯t go to the Manghuang Sect to cause trouble to me in ten days!¡±

    The group of people made a decision and planned to kill Mo Xuanyun, the big python first. Now that he was already half a life-and-death monster and transformed into a sky-reaching monster python, Yang Hong would naturally not underestimate the enemy.  In the case of the parchment scroll, the two Yang Hongs were not enough for Mo Xuanyun to kill. This was the gap between their cultivation levels.

    But before that, Yang Hong had already made sufficient preparations. It could be said that in order to trap and kill Mo Xuanyun, he would use all possible means. After all, this snake was so annoying and had always been against him.  The next day, Yang Hong and others appeared in a dilapidated courtyard in Luoshi Town. They used the Scripture of Deception and transformed into ordinary monks.

    "Brother, are you sure that Mo Xuanyun will definitely come? If the treasure in the stone chamber underground has been taken away by them, wouldn't it be a failure?" Shen Huan leaned against Yang Hong and asked in a low voice.  It is the dilapidated mansion of the Mo family. After a year, no one has taken it back. Weeds have grown around it, making it very desolate.

    "There shouldn't be much of a problem. If someone gets the treasure left by Mo Qingshan, there will definitely be movement. I asked the King of Chu to investigate it before. There have been no strange phenomena in the world in the past year. I just have to worry about Guiluo."  Taoist, this old fox must know that I will trap Mo Xuanyun, I can't hide it from him, I'm afraid he will cause trouble!"

    Yang Hong nodded and walked a few steps forward. When he came to a rockery, a woman in monk's robes with her hands clasped together suddenly opened a restriction, and a ripple flickered on the rockery. Several people did not hesitate,  Stepped right in.

    The halo of light flew by, and everyone came to a stone chamber of 100 meters in size. Yang Hong's eyes suddenly fell on a decaying coffin. He frowned slightly, sighed deeply, and then took out the ring from the ring.  A pure white jade bed.

    The Jade Bed is the key to entering the underground treasure house of Mo Qingshan. It has been engraved with secret techniques. Its body is comparable to a peerless Taoist weapon, but it is only suitable for cultivation. Although it is also engraved with the sound killing formation, it cannot reach the level of a peerless Taoist weapon.  However, when the little demon saw this, he still drooled and beat excitedly on Yang Hong's shoulder, but was severely suppressed by Yang Hong's hand.

    "Don't take a bite of it!" Yang Hong shook his head. This little bug is really hard to change. It wants to take a bite of everything, which is a headache.

    The jade bed was relocated to its original position, and an invisible light shone all over the body. Yang Hong walked up to it, and according to the cracking method that Mr. Yan had given him before, he intricately intertwined the handprints one by one.

    "There are three thousand avenues in heaven and earth, and the return path of all things is always the same!" After chanting the mantra, Yang Hong pressed his hands on the jade bed, ripples rippled out, and then the originally transparent jade bed reflected waves.  Cyan texture.

    "Plop!" Yang Hong led everyone into the teleportation circle again. The scenery changed, and a bright corridor appeared in front of them.

    "Another corridor?" Shen Huan clicked his tongue and asked, "Are all treasure places connected with long corridors belonging to insects?"

    "Don't be careless, this corridor was made by Mo Qingshan, a half-step prehistoric immortal!" Yang Hong shouted. The reason why he was able to advance back then was because Mr. Yan was by his side. He was very familiar with Mo Qingshan's magical powers, but he  The body was still almost in ruins, and sure enough, after walking for a while, everyone felt a pressure more or less.

    " However, Yang Hong is no longer what he used to be. His physical body is comparable to that of a monk in the heavenly realm. With a wave of his hand, he uses the cracking method taught by Mr. Yan.

    "The terrifying Tiangang, eight steps on the stars, the universe is determined, and all the phenomena of the mysterious sky!" Everyone's eyes suddenly flew around, flying through the sky, and the next moment there was an ancient bronze door in front of them.

    "A door again?" The one who spoke this time was Huai Tianhua. Yang Hong twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking that in the ruins of the Great Shura Sect, there was also a bronze door with a ghost face carved on it, but this one now,  But there is a sculpture of a demonic python that reaches the sky, and there are countless demonic beasts and savage beasts lying on the ground underneath.

    "Isn't this snake Mo Xuanyun?" Shen Huan pointed at the bronze door, confused. Yang Hong shook his head. Although this big python is very similar to Mo Xuanyun's demon python, it is obviously not the same one.  It was the hundred-foot monster python he saw in the mirror image of Luoshen Stream, the real monster.

    With a creak, the bronze door was slowly pushed open by Yang Hong, everyone filed in, a seven-story building with carved beams and painted tiles, red bricks and green tiles, flowers and trees, no change from before, still full of vitality.

    "The method of the half-step prehistoric immortal is indeed unfathomable. He actually created a space-like existence under the ground!" Huai Tianhua was shocked. He walked under a big tree and reached out to touch it, only to realize that it was real.  The plants are all admired.

    "Okay, let's get the treasures from the last floor of the building first!" Yang Hong waved his hand and led everyone into the building. The treasures on the first six floors had already been looted by Yang Hong. Not a single bit was left.  The seventh floor.

    The seventh level is guarded by Mo Qingshan's spiritual clone. Originally, according to what Mr. Yan said, he could come and take it away when Yang Hong broke through the innate realm. However, with his help, now Mr. Yan has followed Yang Xue.  He went deep into the underworld, so after Yang Hong broke through the realm, he was not sure of breaking through the restriction.

    Mo Qingshan is already a half-step immortal, an incarnation of a thought, guarding the seventh floor of the building. He is definitely a powerful being in the realm of life and death. Although he has not yet truly developed spiritual intelligence, he still has tyrannical combat power.

    "Be careful!" Yang Hong warned. He walked to the stairway of the building, formed a seal with his hands, and uttered the mantra in his mouth.

    "Who is coveting my Mo family's treasure? Die!" A rich middle-aged voice suddenly came from the restriction. The powerful aura fluctuated and turned into countless blue wind blades in the blink of an eye. They poured out crazily, overwhelming the sky and the earth.

    "Back off, this idea is incarnated, comparable to a powerful person in the realm of life and death!" Yang Hong shouted loudly. Everyone felt the terrifying energy, like a mountain crushing them. They had already stepped back one after another, jumped out of the pavilion, and floated in mid-air with horrified expressions.  He stared at the wind blade flying out of the building.
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