124 Breath of the Holy One!

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"I didn't expect Demon Flame Valley to collude with Soul Palace. I'm careless."

A thought flashed through his mind, this is the fault of not remembering the details of the original book, if Chen Mo knew that Demon Flame Valley and Soul Palace were in collusion, Chen Mo would never be so reckless.

"If the deity guessed correctly, you are the Chief Pavilion Master of Lingyan Pavilion." In the black mist, a hoarse and strange voice came out.

"That's right." Since the other party could guess Chen Mo's identity, it was obvious that Chen Mo's whereabouts in Heijiaoyu had been exposed.

That being the case, Chen Mo simply didn't hide it.

As the words fell, the people below were shocked. The chief pavilion master of Lingyan Pavilion, who was rumored to be able to kill Dou Zun, came to Moyan Valley.

Demon Flame Valley, when did you provoke Lingyan Pavilion?

Han Feng's heart tightened on the side of the black mist, and he clenched his fist with his hand hidden in his sleeve robe.

This day is still here.

Chen Mo's gaze swept across the black mist, and moved to the middle-aged man wearing the alchemist's robe. The badge on his chest proving the level of the alchemist proved the man's identity.

"It seems that you are Han Feng!" Chen Mo said in a deep voice.

Han Feng nodded slightly.

Seeing this, Chen Mo directly opened the door and asked, "Where is my teacher?"

Han Feng was also very direct, with his lips slightly parted: "Dead."

Chen Mo frowned, his flickering eyes were burning with anger, the spear of Hades was condensed in his hand, he raised his arm, and pointed at Han Feng obliquely with the tip of the spear: "Whether it's true or not, you are dead!"

"Jie Jie, this is the first time someone has let this venerable die in front of this venerable. As expected of the Chief Pavilion Master of Lingyan Pavilion, he is very courageous."

Accompanied by a gloomy voice, a mysterious old man in a black robe walked out of the black mist. The moment he walked out, the black mist behind him instantly poured into his robe.

"Since Yao Chen died in your hands, Fenjue should also fall into your hands, Jie Jie, with so many good things, I really can't think of a reason to let you go." The words of the mysterious old man seemed to be determined by Chen Mo. up.

Chen Mojian frowned again,

There are many people who know that Yaochen has a cold heart, but there are very few people who know about Fen Jue.

If the mysterious old man can know about Fen Jue, then his identity is the same as Han Feng's, and his previous relationship must be very close to Yao Chen.

"Want to burn Jue?" Chen Mo chuckled, and as soon as he thought about it, a copy of Fen Jue appeared in his hand, and said: "If you tell the teacher whether the death is true or not, what is the cause of death, and your identity?" , this Fen Jue will definitely not be given to you!"

After finishing speaking, Chen Mo looked at the mysterious old man playfully.

Looking at the unknown Fenjue in Chen Mo's hands, the eyes of the mysterious old man and Han Feng became fiery.

But from the heat to the heat, the two did not lose their sense of proportion.

A sneer appeared on the withered face of the mysterious old man: "Take out a notebook casually, and you can use it as a burning judgment. Do you think this deity will believe it?"

"Believe it or not." The cold fire of the bone spirit rose from Chen Mo's arm and spread towards the Fenjue in his hand, saying: "The Fenjue in my hand is just a lonely copy. or gone."

As soon as the words fell, the bone spirit's cold fire suddenly shot up, spreading to the position of Chen Mo's wrist.

Seeing this, the two were startled. The mysterious old man didn't dare to gamble, and it was no big deal to tell Chen Mo. He immediately said: "Han Feng moved his hand, Gu He took something that shouldn't belong to him, so naturally he can't live."

"You..." Hearing that the mysterious old man sold himself in a blink of an eye, Han Feng looked angrily.

"What did you take?" Chen Mo looked at Han Feng as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Heaven-level fighting skills." The mysterious old man said with a sly smile.

After the words fell, the breathing of everyone below became much faster.

This is the legendary Heaven Rank Fighting Skill.

Chen Mo's face was calm.

"You're not moved?" The mysterious old man asked in surprise seeing that Chen Mo's eyes did not fluctuate.

"Of course I'm excited."

"But why do you..."

"Because it will be mine soon."

When the words fell, not only the people below were taken aback, but the mysterious old man and Han Feng were also taken aback.

The mysterious old man sneered: "It seems that you still don't know your current situation."

"What's the situation?" Chen Mo also sneered, "Is it just based on your three-star Dou Zun's strength?"

Hearing this, the mysterious old man's complexion changed, but he didn't show his aura, and he was seen through at a glance.

"Okay, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, tell me who you are!" Chen Mo's eyes were sharp.

"It doesn't matter if I tell you, this deity is an eighth-rank pharmacist, and everyone in the world calls this deity Old Man Mu Gu." There was a hint of arrogance in Old Man Mu Gu's hoarse voice.

"Oh." Chen Moru suddenly realized, and immediately played with his taste: "It turns out that he is a strange disciple who was expelled from the teacher! Who am I?"

Contempt, naked contempt.

After hearing this, Han Feng felt a little gloating in his heart.

This is what the old man Mu Gu hated the most, his teeth were being bitten by him, and he said coldly: "Boy, I will definitely arrest your soul and suffer a thousand cuts."

However, as soon as his words fell, the Bone Spirit immediately burned Fen Jue's transcript with cold fire.

"Oh, I'm sorry, my hands are shaking."

Chen Mo's playful expression did not show a trace of trembling hands.

Han Feng's expression changed, and there was a hint of cruelty in Chen Mo's eyes.

Old man Mugu's face was ferocious, and his blood-red eyes looked like a madman. He had searched for so long before, just for Fen Jue.

Now that the Fen Jue has been destroyed, it is almost like taking half of the life of the old man Mu Gu, he said angrily: "You are courting death!"

The old man Mugu's figure dissipated, and the next moment, the space behind Chen Mo was distorted, and a withered sharp claw grabbed Chen Mo's head.

Chen Mo noticed the sound of breaking through the air, but he didn't hide.

Boom!

Just when the old man Mugu thought he was going to scratch Chen Mo's head, he only felt his sharp claws grasping a piece of fine steel, and the shock produced caused the bones in his fingers to break.

Accompanied by the low groan of pain, the figure of the old man Mugu appeared in the upper left behind Chen Mo.

The old man Mu Gu looked at the phantom of the demon god around Chen Mo with a sinking face, feeling extremely horrified in his heart.

He actually felt the breath of death on the phantom.

The moment the phantom appeared, everyone around felt palpitations.

"It's my turn."

Chen Mo's figure flashed out, and his attack target was directed at Han Feng.

Because with his current strength, he could kill Han Feng.

Killing the old man Mugu is enough.

Seeing Chen Mo's figure flying towards him, Han Feng was flustered. Although he was the peak Douhuang, his real strength might not be able to beat those of his own class.

Not to mention, it was Chen Mo who had the strength to kill Dou Zun.

Chen Mo's speed was beyond Mu Gu's imagination, but he didn't mention Han Feng's resistance at all.

Just when Han Feng was about to die.

"Presumptuous!" A breath of a saint enveloped him.