Chapter 199

"Well, I used to be too soft hearted to let you bite me back. How many times has my predecessor been bitten back by you? Now is to fight the net broken, also want to suppress you... "Mojun drink, the white light on the body more victory.

Mo Xie was trapped in the golden cage of xuanhuang bead, and could not exert his cultivation. He was very angry. Every time the blood field was reduced, Mo Jun's white light was weakened, and Mo Xie's blood color was reduced... Song Tianxuan heard this, and then he knew the true meaning of what xuanhuang Spirit said.

If the power of the spirit is not enough, it will be eaten back by the spirit of the immortal spear. Now, it seems that the director who took up the post is in charge of this moye way, and will suppress it in the xuanhuang tower of xuanhuang pearl.

His choice of spiritual, spiritual and physical cultivation is to prevent backfire, but he doesn't know that moye is not the gun spirit of this gun, and he doesn't even know that xuanhuang's spirit... Naturally, song Tianxuan can't get involved in this kind of contest.

As the blood light and white light on them became lighter and lighter, they also dried up quickly. Mo Xie became smaller and smaller, bloodless, and his whole head became like Mo Jun.

Mo Jun is even older. If he is not careful, he can't see whether his eyes are open or closed.

"Mo... Mo Jun... You... Really... Want to kill..." Mo Xie lay on the ground, his face like burnt paper, gradually dissipated.

"I'll pay back the evil I've made. Can I bear it if there's no day left for the continent that has been damaged?" Mo Jun is not as weak as Mo Xie.

Moye laughs. The golden cage suddenly breaks up and breaks down into long golden sticks.

The vast white ground, the last trace of blood will be sucked, moye after all in a clamor, dust to dust, earth to earth.

Mo Jun is also oil lamp dry, difficult turn around, looking at Song Tianxuan way: "I know you have a lot of puzzled, don't worry."

Then he stretched out his trembling right hand and put it in the center of song Tianxuan's eyebrows.

Xuanhuang's spirit trembled in the xuanhuang tower, as if he felt something, but his mind was still blank. Xuanhuang Zhu recognized song Tianxuan as the main one, but his cultivation only recovered to the middle stage of the elixir, and did not integrate with xuanhuang Zhu. Naturally, he could not reach the point of completely connecting with song Tianxuan's spirit.

Mo Jun's voice came into the spirit of song Tianxuan through his fingers.

"I used to be an ancient god. After a stop in ancient times, I disappeared, but the spirit stayed behind and stood in front of my gun. I don't know how many thousands of years I had been guarding, and the power of the spirit gradually declined. After many thousands of years, I suddenly found that I could enter my gun."

"And if I can preserve my spirit in it, I'll wait here. I don't know how long I've been waiting, and I don't know how long it has been. Finally, someone can enter the battlefield. In order to attract their attention, I began to absorb the blood of the ancient battlefield, and then moye came into being."

"Then, moye and I, as well as this gun, were taken out of the ancient battlefield. Then, with me as the main force and moye as the auxiliary force, moye absorbed more and more blood as his master fought in all directions and became stronger and stronger. Finally, one day, moye surpassed me."

"After the first World War, I was injured, and moye took advantage of the opportunity to suppress me, but also seriously injured. After that, there were several masters, who should have been around for about 100000 years. When I met the last one, who was 100000 years, I lingered for 100000 years, but I didn't have the courage to stand up to stop his last attack, but the result was unimaginable."

"Then he was suppressed by a bead, and I had a chance. That bead should be something from the ancient battlefield, otherwise it would not be able to suppress him. But you have a good chance. If you get this bead, naturally I can only let it continue to suppress moye if I recognize you as the main one."

"So it is..." Song Tianxuan was filled with emotion. Such a large amount of information was obviously beyond his imagination, including the world, and beyond his cognition.

Mo Jun's voice continued to recall: "after that time, I regret it. I have watched my last master die because of my cowardice. I used to be afraid of death, because I didn't know how many thousands of years I had to wait to leave the ancient battlefield. I didn't want to go back, let alone die, so I was weak."

"But now, I'm not afraid of death, because I've killed too many people innocently, so I'm going to suppress moye when I die, and the bead has suppressed him almost, just within the range I can reach. The bead recognizes you as the Lord, I thank him, and I will send you a fortune."

Mo Jun said, turning into a spot of light, not into the spirit of song Tianxuan.

"After I leave, I will erase all the breath from the gun, and the gun will become a ownerless thing. It is made of iron from ancient stars. You can take it as your own life, and there is no danger of backfire. The five gun formula is moye's, and it is used to kill, to restore his cultivation and resist the suppression of the bead."

"Then I'm not helping the tyrant?" Song Tianxuan had a lingering fear.

No wonder xuanhuang's Spirit said that with the increase of cultivation, the more powerful the gun spirit's counterattack, it turned out that's what happened.

If he doesn't come in today, when his cultivation reaches the realm realm and Yuan realm, moye will recover, and he will die.

"It's not true. The orthodox gun is not five guns, but six moves. It's a move that I used before I became a gun spirit. Naturally, moye and other things will not be produced. If you can reach the ancient land one day, this gun will guide you to find my bones and bury me. Naturally, a great fortune will send you..."

With that, there was no sound in the soul of song Tianxuan. The white light on the white ground gradually faded away with the sound. The golden cage skeleton turned into a golden liquid, and it fell into the land and dyed it into a light yellow color.

"If not?" Song Tianxuan screamed, but he could only hear his own echo echoing in the open space.

"Alas, if you suffer losses, you will get benefits. If you can't, you don't know if there are any bad consequences. You're going too fast..." Song Tianxuan sighed.

However, the spear is a treasure. It's worth the risk that he will be killed and enter with a spirit.

This ray of spirit out of the spear, into the spirit of song Tianxuan, instantly turned into a light spot dissipated in the spirit.

The six style gun formula also came to mind:

Jinghong, flying clouds, picking up stars, sweeping the moon, moving the sky and breaking the sky.

This six style gun formula is more powerful than the previous five ways. Originally, it just killed the real immortal and the evil devil, but now it directly smashes the sky, which is no weaker than it.

Song Tianxuan opened his eyes and looked at the already ownerless spear hanging in the air. A drop of blood essence dropped from his eyebrow and disappeared into the spear.