Chapter 1842

As soon as the voice fell, a figure appeared outside the hotel.

With Mo's current strength and ishenberg's accomplishments, it's not difficult to find that there is a very powerful force outside their hotel.

In this room, except that Zhou Jia is an ordinary little girl, Mo Wen and ishenberg are not ordinary people.

Ishabel subconsciously pulled Mo to ask, Mo asked ishabel with a look. You know, this is the 29th floor. Can the person who can stand outside the window of the 29th floor of the hotel quietly be an ordinary role? Don't ask to push aside ishabel, stand up from the sofa, coldly said: "since come, why hide, come in..."

"Ha ha..." as soon as Mo asked, a laugh, accompanied by a shadow, flew through the window into the hotel room.

"Sure enough, he deserves to be the blood king of the five imperial dragons... No, to be exact, he deserves to be the God of the dark regions..." when the voice of the shadow fell, Mo Wen could see clearly the appearance of the man. He was dressed in a monk's robe, bald, white beard, and had a face of vicissitudes. However, there was a very powerful force and a very terrible pressure on the monk, Let Mo ask such a master, also can't help but hit a spirit.

"Master Jinghui... Why are you?" Don't ask to see clearly the visitor, exclaimed excitedly.

"Young man, we meet again..." it's not someone else. It's old monk Jinghui who saved Mo Wen in the mountains not long ago and gave him ghost pearl and secret script.

"Please sit down, master Jinghui... Why are you here all of a sudden?" Don't ask me to do a please action to the old monk. For the old monk, don't ask me more respect. After all, it was the old man who saved his life. Don't ask me if I'm grateful. Just remember.

"If I don't come again, I'm afraid you'll be in more trouble..." at this point, Jinghui didn't take Mo Wen's invitation to sit down and talk seriously. Looking at Mo Wen's shocked expression, he continued: "there are four ghost beads waiting for you to merge, You are much faster than I expected... It's just... Some people can't wait to set traps and indirectly urge you to speed up the pace of integration... So that they can get what they want from you... "

"Oh?" Don't ask. Of course, he knows the meaning of old monk Jinghui's words, but he doesn't know who some of the people old monk Jinghui said are: "teacher Fu, you... You mean that all these recent things have been deliberately made... But aimed at me?"

"It's time to let you know the truth..." old monk Jinghui put his hands together and whispered: "Amitabha..."

"You talk, Jiajia and I go out to buy some things..." ishenberg pulled Zhou Jia out of the room very wisely.

"Sister, why do you pull me out? The old monk is so strange. It seems that he has some secret to tell brother mosquito. We are in it. Can't we hear what's going on?" However, Zhou Jia doesn't know that her contact with Mo Wen is in danger. The more she knows, the more dangerous she will be. The little girl naively thinks that the more she knows, the more she can help Mo Wen solve some problems.

"Silly girl, these things are definitely not for you to participate in... I pull you out, also for your own good!" Speaking of this, ishenberg leaned up to Zhou Jia's ear and said in a low voice: "even if you don't come out, mosquitoes will let us leave... He is a man who is responsible for the women around him. Besides, when did you see him take things outside home to say?"

"That's... This guy never tells us about himself!"

"Go, go shopping with my sister..." after that, the two women left the hotel and went shopping in the commercial street near the hotel.

After Zhou Jia and ishenberg left, Mo Wen's face had not changed. He looked at old monk Jinghui with great solemnity. He knew that the old monk was definitely not an ordinary monk. When he met with Jinghui this time, Mo Wen clearly felt that there was a big gap between the old monk's breath and the last time.

"Master Jinghui, what's the matter?"

"Young man, the person you have been fighting with is a very mysterious organization. It's a mysterious person fighting against the dark creatures in the West. The real behind the scenes boss of this organization is a man named Lei di. He is almost a demigod. Many of the major sects, such as ghost clan, blood clan and Chinese sect, are subordinate organizations attached to this organization, and all of its power, It's all under the control of this lady Jinghui said.

"What's the name of this organization?" Mo Wen frowned. When he was in mojialing, Mo Tianlong said to him that with Mo Wen's current strength, he could not be the rival of this mysterious boss. However, what old monk Jinghui said to him just matched Mo Tianlong's words. However, Mo Wen didn't expect that, The background of this mysterious boss is so strong: "I think... This organization is not just about killing dark creatures."

"Leidi's previous life was also a blood clan, just like you... At the end of his blood clan's life, he was saved by a ghost society, and then he lost his voice and searched for traces..." old monk Jinghui hesitated for a moment and said a strange name.

"The ghost will?" Don't ask, the facial expression instantly dignified.

"Yes, it's the ghost club." Old monk Jinghui looked at Mo unexpectedly and asked, "do you know their existence?"

"No... I heard about it for the first time today. It's just that when I was in Italy, I met some magicians. I think... This ghost will have something to do with these magicians, too?"

"Not bad." Old monk Jinghui nodded and said, "the ancestor of the ghost society is actually a Chinese. Hundreds of years ago, there was no evidence to prove the existence of the ghost society. The people of the ghost society are very mysterious. It is said that this is one of the most mysterious blood races..."

"Demon blood clan?" After listening to old monk Jinghui, Mo Wen breathed out the most mysterious name of the blood race.

"Yes, the demon blood race is the most mysterious blood race among the five blood races!" Old monk Jinghui nodded.

"My grandfather said that my father is a prince of the dark blood clan. People above the prince of the dark blood clan have a special blood component in their bodies. My father accidentally delivered the blood to my mother in those years, which led to my body variation after birth! My grandfather also said, I am the life of crape myrtle! I am very curious, what is the life of crape myrtle? My grandfather told me that the so-called life of crape myrtle is the king of the five blood clan. When you came in just now, you called me the five Royal Dragon blood king, right? It's said that as long as you open the blood of the five royal dragons, you can practice the magic skills of the five blood clans, and lead the five blood clans... Rule the dark world... "Mo Wen said what he knew and what he was puzzled about.

"That's right, but... Your grandfather is not quite right to you!" Old monk Jinghui has no expression. He doesn't look worried at all.

"Teacher Fu, what's the matter? Why do I get more and more confused? " Don't worry about it. It's related to his fortune, and it's also a mystery that has been hidden for more than 20 years. He wanted to solve it for a long time, but he was confused all the time. Of course, don't worry about death. Now, he is not a bachelor. He has to think about the women and relatives around him, and his unborn child.

"Don't worry, young man. Listen to me slowly..."

"The establishment of the blood spirit society can be traced back to a long time ago, with a history of at least hundreds of years. In the western world, they are found in many major events, such as the demise of an era, such as the subversion of the blood clan, which has something to do with him."

"You are so clear about the blood spirit meeting." Mo Wen looked at the old monk in front of him with some fear and asked curiously, "if you're an ordinary monk in China, you don't know this at all."

"Then don't look at me as an ordinary monk." Old monk Jinghui laughed.

"I'm very curious. You're just an old monk in the mountains, maybe? How do you know so much? "

"I... I have a special ability. Forget it... It doesn't matter if I tell you. In fact, like you, I am also a member of the blood clan, and Ling Tianxiang was originally my disciple... When he saved you, Ling Tianxiang brought you into the mountains and forests under my instruction!"

"It's you?" Don't be surprised. He never thought that Ling Tianxiang and the old monk Jinghui had a relationship of master and apprentice.

"You seem very surprised? Last time in the mountains, didn't you notice the smell of blood in my body? "

"I noticed it, but I didn't think about it. I just felt the breath in your body, very familiar with it..." Mo nodded.

"That's right. Your foster mother Ling Fei died more than 20 years ago... Her soul is controlled in the ghost pagoda. If you want to save her, you have to gather seven spirit stones to untie the seal of the ghost pagoda..."

"Seven spirit stones?" Don't ask the heart has been aware of the extraordinary fate of their own.

"Yes, you are the blood king of crape myrtle. In this world, you alone can gather seven spirit stones..."

"Teacher Fu, how can I find these seven spirit stones?" Mo asked curiously.

"I can't answer you this question... No one knows where the seven spirit stones are. Of course, the spirit stones are bound to be full of spirit. If you want to find the seven spirit stones, you must integrate the six spirit beads, and integrate the strength of the six spirit beads, so that the five imperial dragons in your body become more powerful. Only in this way can you sense the whereabouts of the seven spirit stones..."

"I have another question... The boss behind the scenes you just mentioned - Randy... Why did he spend so many years on layout?" Don't ask how also didn't expect, more than 20 years of mystery, unexpectedly will be such dog blood.

"He wants your blood. Only when you integrate six ghost pagodas can you guide him to find these seven spirit stones..."

"He needs my blood? Why? " Don't ask.

"Your blood of Ziwei blood king is the existence of the God of the black area. There is a great power hidden in your blood."

"It's a bit complicated." Mo frowned and said, "Randy is the real boss behind the scenes. The power behind them is terrible."

"You are more terrible than them." Old monk Jinghui took a look at it.

"Oh, ha ha, I'm just a small role. You can see that my strength is very ordinary. Just now, when the teacher Fu was outside the window, if you gave me a fatal blow by surprise, I'm afraid I'll die as well..." Mo asked his hands.

"No, your strength is not ordinary." Old monk Jinghui shook his head and said, "I can see that your strength is suppressed. If you are classified according to the strength level of the Western blood clan, you are at least the blood god level. That is to say, after your strength is fully exerted, only the individual top in the black world can match you."

"That is to say, in the sphere of influence of Leidi, if my strength is fully exerted, those experts may not be my opponents?" Mo asked in surprise.

"So to speak." Old monk Jinghui nodded and said: "however, I feel that their potential is not as good as you. Moreover, those people have not been concerned about the world for hundreds of years. I'm not sure if they still exist... And I'm not sure that the people who are in charge of the ghost society now are not Lei di..."

"What should I do next?" Don't ask, can't help to oneself how to go down some confused.

"In fact, you know what to do..."

"I know for myself?" Don't ask a Leng, clear oneself in the heart a blank, this old monk how can say so?

"Move as you please..." old monk Jinghui put his hands together and said: "Amitabha..."

"According to my way of doing things... It's up to me to kill his ghost club. I will kill all those who are related to him in China..." during the conversation, Mo Wen showed a very terrible killing intention. Even old monk Jinghui noticed Mo Wen's physical change.

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