Chapter 88

There is a mourning hall on the hillside behind the ancestral home, built in the col, which is the place where the Chen family worships their ancestors.

In the morning of the next day, Chen Mo became sober from the practice of nose locking. He practiced gossip in the room for a while. His Qi and blood were continuous, and his breath was long. One Qi ring made his Jinghua state almost perfect. For a long time, in the natural practice of nose locking, Qihua had slowly entered the threshold.

It's only three days from Changluo's meeting. Chen Mo is quite confident to reach the realm of flowers.

Outside the door came a horse cry.

Seeing Chen Qing, Chen Mo pushed the door and went out. Chen Qing sat on a tall white horse. The young man was well-dressed but handsome. In particular, a wisp of essence made him more calm. Chen Mo squints, knowing that the so-called Zong brother has evil intentions in front of him, which is inconsistent between the outside and the inside. However, for him, Chen Mo does not regard him as an opponent worthy of a battle at all.

"Brother Chen mo." Chen Qing dismounted, his expression a little panicked.

"Something happened at home. I have to rush back immediately. I'm afraid I can only let brother Chen Mo go to worship the ancestors first. I'll be there soon." Chen Qing said and handed the reins of the white horse to Chen Mo, as if it had been agreed, with a firm expression: "this time, Chen Mo's brother returned to Changluo for the first time, please don't neglect Chen Mo's ancestor worship."

"Well." Chen Mo thought for a while and took the reins. Although he felt that Chen Qing was sneaky, he was right. He was also the first time to return to Changluo, so he should go to worship his ancestors first.

"If there is something wrong with the family, you can go first. I know how to do it by myself \u

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"I'll be back soon." With that, Chen Qing rode on another horse and hurried back.

"I'd like to see what tricks you play." Chen Mo said to himself, sat on his horse, pulled the reins, and headed for the back mountain. Stepping on the quiet morning dew, the grass in the mountain forest is fragrant, relaxed and happy.

After entering the back mountain, there was no smoke.

In the mourning hall, Chen Mo worshiped for a while. Suddenly, there was a slightly pompous sound of stepping songs coming from afar.

The ancient moon shines on the water, and the water flows long.

Water accompanies the ancient months, spring and autumn.

The water left shines on the ancient moon,

Deep in the blue waves, you can go boating.

This voice is loud and has the power of breaking the air faintly. Just listening, he feels that his eardrum is cracked. Obviously, the other party's cultivation is not shallow. Singing alone can make him feel powerless for a while.

Chen Mo's expression changed slightly, and he looked at the voice, but he couldn't see the person with the eagle's eye.

The sound fluctuated around, like a ghost.

"Your Excellency, which expert, why don't you come out and meet." Chen Mo turned the star power, secretly on guard, exhaled his true breath, and dispersed the cracking song in his brain.

"Just hearing my song, I can be so calm. I have some skills." The sound stopped, full of mockery, and finally settled on a locust tree not far from Chen mo.

The man in the green robe is not handsome, but his eyebrows are clean and his eyes are slender. He sat quietly on the tree trunk, with a narrow and playful smile on his face and a lazy look.

At such a glance, Chen Mo had a strong premonition of danger in his heart. This man is unfathomable. It seems that he has already had the cultivation after being robbed by thunder. He looks detached and strong.

"I'm going to worship my ancestors. I don't know why I'm blocking my way down." Chen Mo asked humbly.

"Chen ZhangTian's son is indeed a little timid, good, very good." The man rolled up his boring smile: "the song I made just now is a word puzzle. If you guess it, I'll tell you why I waste time waiting for you here."

"That puzzle just now is a lake." Chen Mo gives the answer without hesitation.

The man was slightly stunned and narrowed his eyes: "my mind was very fast. I thought you wanted to spend a second."

"Now that I have answered, can you ask me clearly?"

"Warm a willow under the sun." Wen Yiliu snorted, and he looked at Chen Mo with a look of disdain. Of course, he has enough contemptuous reasons. As the four guest secretaries of the palace, he actually asked him to deal with a hairy boy without three flowers on top, which really humiliated his name. But Wang Ming had to leave. Wen Yiliu arrived at Changluo overnight and waited for Chen Moyang, the fourth son of Chen ZhangTian, to enter the tiger's mouth at this intersection.

In Wen Yiliu's eyes, one thought is enough to kill Chen Mo, which is much simpler than crushing an ant. However, killing this boy in this way was a little boring, and Wen Yiliu had the idea of singing a riddle before.

"What's the matter, master Wen? I didn't offend you, did I?" Chen Mo said with a smile.

"You are not qualified to offend me." Wen Yiliu sneered, "but you offended others."

"It seems that Mr. Chen's life is really enough. He was able to invite friar Lei Jie to take it." Chen Mo was calm.

"Knowing that I'll kill you, I can still be so calm. Are you looking down on me?" Wen Yi has a playful heart in his willow eyes. The boy's attitude is a little arrogant. He doesn't mind letting him die a little ugly.

"I don't even have three flowers on the top. The elder is Lei Jie cultivation. Naturally, I can't escape today. It's simply magnanimous. It's worth asking Lei Jie friar to come forward."

"Mr. Wen will not bully the small with the big, and will give you a chance to live." Wen Yiliu said proudly. "Do you want it?"

"Please say."

"Bow from left to right, hit 100 goals. Guess a word!"

"Bi bar." Chen Mo answered quickly. "If you want to use word puzzles, I'm afraid you can't help me."

"Very good." Wen Yiliu nodded. "I will attack you three times. If you can escape, today is your life. Otherwise, you sacrifice your ancestors or let others sacrifice you." The man's tone was very crazy. Chen Mogen would not believe his sincerity, but the other party's cultivation was too much higher. It was a world of difference. It was not that the martial artist who was still the top of the three flowers could be comparable, even if it was just the star general in the heart furnace

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I'm afraid not.

As soon as Wen Yiliu's words fell, his eyes were like electricity, and a substantive idea covered Chen mo. this idea was like a knife or a sword, cutting people's hearts, as if human consciousness would not be cut off.

Just a touch, Chen Mo felt that his brain was about to crack and painful.

No, it's God.

Three flowers gather at the top of the last flower - Shenhua is to cultivate their own ideas, can turn their spirit into essence, and deal with low-level monks. This kind of monk is enough to kill each other with just one idea. In the future, if monks want to cultivate sword formula and control magic weapons, they must use this divine idea to control in the air.

Wen Yiliu's thoughts were as vast as the sea. As the waves came down, Chen Mo only felt that he was in the boundless sea, and the waves were constantly beating to devour him. Chen Mo ran the mental method, the star power flowed, the star symbol flashed, and immediately the waves turned into the stars, and all the pressure immediately dissipated. There was a star to contract, and the monk's idea, no matter how strong, could not be compared with the consciousness of the star general.

"Is this the first move?" Chen Mo took a deep breath.

How is that possible?

Wen Yiliu was stunned.

His mind of a heavy thunder robbery cultivation can't overwhelm a gas flower warrior?

It was disgraceful to say this, and there was no need to stay in the four guest Qing. Wen Yiliu flew into a rage, "self righteous." The man waved his sleeve and offered a magic weapon to wear his heart.

The bright golden light flashed by and turned into a long golden dagger that stabbed Chen Mo in the chest.

The friar of Lei Jie's strength moved too quickly. Chen Mogen didn't have time to think. As soon as he saw the flower in front of him, this magic weapon came to his chest. The strong sense of danger made him instantly make an instinctive response. He stopped at random and took out the big stick.

The heart piercing dagger stabbed on the black snake scale. In just a blink of an eye, the golden light of the magic weapon sent out a sharp edge to tear the black snake scale into pieces, as if it had been discarded. The next second it looked like it was going to pierce Chen Mo's heart. Beidou was good to pick it from the bottom up in time.

A clang.

Chuanxin GE's golden light was shining in front of Chen Mo, and he swallowed him in the blink of an eye.

Wen Yiliu sneered. His magic weapon, the heart piercing dagger, specially takes the other party's heart, and some defense magic weapons are also difficult to resist. No matter how tough this boy is, his magic weapon is also Lei Jie level, and any Sanhua martial artist will die without doubt.

"It's a blessing for you to be killed by me with magic weapons." Wen Yiliu made a move to take back the magic weapon. Suddenly, his face changed, and suddenly he was as white as paper.

Chuanxinge drew a dangerous arc and flew over. Finally, Wen Yiliu controlled it with his mind.

Looking at the magic weapon in front of me, it seemed that a gap had been made, and my aura was greatly damaged.

"I'm really lucky to see the magic weapon and survive."

Chen Mo appeared completely in front of Wen Yiliu again, and the latter was completely dull. He has never seen such a ridiculous thing in his life. A Qi Huawu can get away from his magic weapon and fight back his magic weapon.

"What weapon is that? Tianming Xingwu?" Wen Yiliu grimly smiled, "that's the third move. I'll see what else you can do." The man said how to drink. Suddenly, the green air rose and cavitated into a blue stone giant sword on him.

Sword rhyme!

Three flowers gather at the top of the martial arts can learn the magic power. Martial arts have star martial arts, but it is too difficult for star martial arts to cast stars. After reaching the level of big and small thunder, the ordinary four or five star martial arts are not very useful for them, far less powerful than the tempered Benming sword formula.

Sword rhyme can be divided into one, two, three and infinite. Even in the face of powerful star generals, if the sword formula is practiced to the extreme, there is also the possibility of a war.

Generally speaking, the sword formula has the magic power of the sword array, and the sword eyes of the sword formula are also numerous. Maybe due to face loss, Wen Yiliu only summoned a blue stone giant sword, but even if the blue stone giant sword is surrounded by green air, it just makes Chen Mo feel a strong pressure as soon as it appears, like a big grinding pressure on him.

Wen Yiliu's fingers moved.

The blue stone giant sword turned into a green rainbow and ran towards Chen mo.

Chen Mo blocked the Beidou and took the bluestone giant sword, but the powerful sword spirit on the giant sword also immediately tore the sacred wind barrier to pieces, revealing Beidou's real body.

"Shit, what kind of weapon is this?" Seeing the big stick in that shape, Wen Yiliu was also startled. His mind moved, and he manipulated the bluestone giant sword to chop. Every time the bluestone giant sword struck the Beidou, it made a loud noise.

After dozens of rounds, Chen Mo completely blocked Wen Yiliu's sword Jue attack.

Seeing the futility, Wen Yiliu was also angry with shame. He was actually played by a Qi Huawu man today, which is unforgivable. "Boy, go to hell!!"

Fifteen green lights flew out of the star boundary stone and turned into fifteen green stone giant swords. As Wen Yiliu moved, sixteen blue stone giant swords killed Chen mo.

Oh, No.

Chen Mo looked up and immediately saw that the blue stone giant sword was inserted like stone pillars. One vertical and horizontal sword light seemed to penetrate the mountain. Finally, sixteen sword lights formed a sword array, and finally Chen Mo was completely shrouded.

"If you can survive this time, I'll call you Grandpa." Wen Yiliu is quick.

But when the sword light stopped, he was stupid.

Sixteen huge bluestone swords stand, and Chen Mo's figure has disappeared.