Patriarch of Wanjiao

Chapter 280 Inheritance of White Clothes and Black Sword Art!Ghost King Sovereign ([-] in [-])

Ghost King Zong! ?

The moment Li Mo heard this name, a look of surprise welled up in his dazed eyes, and a beautiful image gradually appeared in his mind.

"One day, I will establish a sect to protect all ghosts in the world, and pass on the Dharma by order. I will be called the King of Ghosts!"

"If I establish a sect, I will regard my benefactor as my patriarch."

"My line, if there is a thousand years, it will be enshrined from generation to generation. I will burn incense in sincerity, and thank my ancestors for their kindness."

On the top of the Yin Mountain, black clouds cross, under the dark moon, a group of ghosts gather, and the white shadow drifts away, just like seeing it for the first time in the Prajna Temple...

As bright as moonlight, shadows are born faintly, footprints are uncertain, and life and death are impermanent.

"Ghost King Sect...Ghost King Sect..." Li Mo murmured softly, thoughtfully.

All kinds of things that day, as if in front of your eyes, the scenes seem to be fleeting, unforgettable.

Bai Xiaoqian said that when she established a sect, she had the courage to carry all the ghosts in the world.

Thousands of ghosts hide hidden treasures, break through the realm and become the king.The world is dim, and he is called the King of Ghosts.

"What? You know!?"

Gu Pingfan seemed to have noticed the change in Li Mo's mood, and asked lightly.

"I've never heard of it." Li Mo shook his head, his expression returning to normal.

"I took this job."

"Young people, being active is a good thing."

Gu Pingfan nodded. He always stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the stele in front of him, his fat body undulating slightly rhythmically.

"However, this matter involves the Shanmen sect... Wumen will also cooperate with the case, so you should pay attention."

Gu Pingfan changed the subject and made a point.

The world is full of martial arts, and the martial arts school specializes in monsters and monitors the mountain gate.

For this emerging sect, it is naturally within the scope of Wumen's supervision. Originally, if it weren't for the sudden emergence of the "Ghost King Sect" that was suspected of being involved in Guixu, the task of clearing and suppressing it should have fallen on Wumen.

Now it is considered a cross-yamen cooperation to handle the case.

"I understand." Li Mo nodded thoughtfully.

The water in Xuantian Pavilion is very deep. From this case alone, one can get a glimpse of one or two things. It seems that they are cooperating in handling the case, but who is the main one is very particular. It involves the initiative in the process of handling the case, and the final credit allocation.

"It's not easy to mix up." Li Mo sighed.

Although he is mixed into the establishment now, but because of this, he feels more and more that entering the establishment is just the starting point, and it is much more difficult to blend in like a fish in water than to practice.

"This case is over, Xuantian Dao's fetal gas is yours." Gu Pingfan sighed softly.

What he meant was that this was Li Mo's first test after entering the Xuantian Pavilion, and it was also a guarantee for successfully obtaining [Xuantian Dao Fetal Qi].

As soon as the words fell, Gu Pingfan finally moved his feet and turned around.

At this moment, Li Mo just realized that the clothes of the Hongmen sect master had already been soaked with sweat, and his chubby face was flushed with blood.

A vast artistic conception rolls over from the monument behind him, like turbulent waves, like flowing clouds, like rushing thunder, like mist... grotesque, all-encompassing.

In a trance, Li Mo saw that there were actually two deep sword marks on the ancient inscription, one black and one white, like the flow of yin and yang, like the rush of time.

With just one glance, it seems like you are about to fall into it, unable to extricate yourself.

"what is this?"

Li Mo glanced at it and was fascinated. His gaze was like a nail that could no longer be pulled out.

"This is [Sword Grinding Stone]..." Gu Pingfan glanced at Li Mo, moved his body lightly, and blocked his gaze.

Li Mo regained his composure, only then did he realize that his clothes had been soaked in sweat, and the aura in his dantian had been more than half empty.

"This……"

"It is said that this [Sword Grinding Stone] was brought out from that place by His Majesty Shenzong, and it has been hidden in this small courtyard since the establishment of Hongmen."

Gu Pingfan's eyes were slightly condensed, shining with a different kind of splendor.

"Use your body as your sword, and your god as your edge...Young man, your sword cannot stand the temper of this stone."

At this point, Gu Pingfan sighed lightly, a look of loneliness appeared on his chubby face.

"In ancient times, swordsmen are like stars, how many of them are sharp?"

With this sharpening of the sword, only when one has reached the peak of the way of the sword can one be able to leave sword marks on this [Sword Sharpening Stone].

"Extreme swordsmanship!?"

Li Mo was thoughtful, and subconsciously looked at the ancient stone tablet again, and the vast artistic conception rushed towards his face again.

The two sword marks, one black and one white, are shocking and awe-inspiring.

"In the past 500 years, only two people have left sword marks on this [Sword Sharpening Stone]..."

Gu Pingfan's voice was calm, but there was a deep longing in the depths of his narrowed eyes, which was the pursuit and yearning for the ultimate in swordsmanship.

Throughout the ages, there are still a few people who can stand on the pinnacle of swordsmanship. In such a state, if they can get a glimpse of their true face, they will die without regret.

Chao heard that, it is enough to die in the evening.

"Who?" Li Mo couldn't help asking.

At this moment, Wang Lingce next to him couldn't help feeling strange.

He had also heard about this [Sword Grinding Stone], where Shenzong stood and was not discovered until 500 years ago.

However, in the past 500 years, there are only two sword marks left on it.

"Black Sword!"

Gu Pingfan murmured softly and spit out a name.

"really!"

Li Mo's heart skipped a beat. Although he had expected it, when he heard the name from the head of the Hongmen sect, his heart still had ups and downs.

300 years ago, Hei Jian was born out of nowhere. Although he had a bad reputation, but only after entering the Xuantian Pavilion, the man's dusty past began to be slowly revealed in front of Li Mo.

"For 300 years, he was the leader of kendo, standing on top of the peak."

Gu Pingfan spoke softly, his fiery eyes fixed on the dark sword mark.

"Is there another one?"

As soon as this remark came out, Gu Pingfan's eyes trembled slightly, and he was silent for a long time before uttering a name.

"White Clothed Sword Immortal!"

"Eight Great Demon Immortals!? Can he come here and leave sword marks?" Li Mo asked in surprise.

Xuantian Pavilion is the state religion of Dagan.

Even though the Eight Great Demon Immortals in the world are the top masters in the world, it is impossible for them to come to the Xuantian Pavilion.

"That happened a long time ago... 300 years ago, white clothes and black swords... These two great kendo leaders once met, and the dharma was passed down from generation to generation, and the world feared..."

Gu Pingfan was in a trance with affection, and murmured softly.

"Has the sword fairy in white lived so long? Almost 500 years..." Li Mo sighed.

Calculating in this way, the leader of the Sword Dao, one of the Eight Great Demon Immortals, really had an intersection with Heijian.

"The sword fairy in white knows the black sword..."

"Their relationship was complicated."

Gu Pingfan shook his head, as if unwilling to linger on this topic, he waved his hand immediately.

"These two sword marks contain mystery... Over the years, many disciples have tried to comprehend the magic of swordsmanship from them..." Gu Pingfan chuckled.

"If you are interested, you can come and have a look..."

While talking, Gu Pingfan took out a bronze key and threw it to Li Mo.

This small courtyard is very special, ordinary Hongmen disciples are not qualified to enter.

Today, Gu Pingfan broke the old rules and gave Li Mo a pass.

"Thank you door master."

Li Mo held on to the bronze key tightly and entered the imperial court's establishment. Sure enough, the benefits continued, and various benefits emerged one after another.

Especially as the leader of the new list, Li Mo obviously felt the care and attention from the leaders.

"However, your realm is still low, and it's no different if you look at it for a long time. Don't be addicted to it." Gu Pingfan reminded.

"I understand." Li Mo nodded.

"Go, I will have someone hand over the dossier about [Ghost King Sect] to you later."

Gu Pingfan waved his hand, representing the successful conclusion of today's conversation.

Li Mo saluted and exited the quiet courtyard with the bronze key.

"Master, you... why did you give him the secret key?"

Looking at Li Mo's disappearing figure, Wang Lingce finally couldn't help saying.

"This young man is not bad. He didn't pass out when he first saw [Sword Grinding Stone]... He is much better than you." Gu Pingfan said flatly.

Hearing this, Wang Lingce blushed. When he first saw [Sword Sharpening Stone], he passed out on the spot and became incontinent. It took him three days and three nights to wake up.

"Even if he has some talent, comprehending these two sword marks is really too dangerous." Wang Lingce couldn't help but said.

One black and one white, two sword marks, containing mystery, but also hiding murderous intent.

For so many years, there are very few Hongmen disciples who can comprehend something from it. On the contrary, there are many who have been severely injured by backlash.

Even Gu Pingfan, as the head of the Hongmen sect, at most could use the pressure of these two sword marks to hone himself, but he was still unable to find out the mystery and gain any epiphany and strength.

"Of course he can't comprehend anything..."

Gu Pingfan smiled, he naturally knew that for Li Mo, comprehension of these two sword marks was too little.

However, as the leader of the new list, and beheaded the most popular seed of this year, it is inevitable to be arrogant, so it is very good to use this to beat and sharpen the edges and corners.

"When he hits a nail a few times, he will know what it means to be beyond the sky."

Gu Pingfan looked at the direction Li Mo was going away, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.

boom……

At this moment, a crisp sound suddenly sounded.

Gu Pingfan's face turned slightly, and he turned around suddenly, and suddenly found that a crack appeared on the [Sword Sharpening Stone] that had stood here for 900 years, running through the black sword mark, which was shocking and could not be ignored.

"Cracked... cracked..."

Wang Lingce cried out in shock and quickly covered his mouth.

"How... how could it be cracked?" Gu Fangfang's eyes widened, and he looked at his hands in disbelief, and a look of half-believing surprise gradually appeared on his chubby face.

"Did I break through!?"

Gu Pingfan murmured softly, his excited body trembling slightly.

"Congratulations to the sect master, congratulations to the sect master, for generations to come, you have made great achievements."

Wang Lingce had sharp eyes and ears, and bowed directly.

"Hahaha, this month, the salaries of all Hongmen disciples will be doubled."

Gu Pingfan laughed loudly, and the laughter rumbled like a heavy bell, echoing in the quiet courtyard.

……

Leaving Hongmen and walking out of Xuantian Hall.

Li Mo stopped suddenly, and couldn't help but look back at the current state religion.

He clenched his fists tightly, his face was flushed, and his trembling body could no longer bear it.

At this moment, in the depths of Li Mo's dantian, the spirit seedling that had just been smelted from the [Nine Fate Method] exuded a gray brilliance.

Suddenly, a black sword light rose slowly, only the size of a thumb, growing strong, and suddenly condensed a dark sword pill.

The runes on the surface of this Youhei Sword Pill shone like starlight, and the sword intent was running around, exuding a terrifying aura.

rumbling...

At this moment, Li Mo's body couldn't stop shaking the air, and the terrifying sword intent emanated from his body, shaking the ground under his feet to crack.

The clouds in the sky are gradually dissipating.

"This is……"

Li Mo's complexion changed suddenly, and he was startled. Such a terrible scene intensified.

He looked up, only to see that the sky had changed, and black clouds were slowly gathering from all directions.

"It's going to rain, hurry home and collect your clothes."

Not far away, an exclamation sounded half the street.

At this moment, at Li Mo's dantian, the Youhei Sword Pill is becoming more and more terrifying, and the runes on the surface are full of mysterious light, and it seems that it will continue to deduce and change the mystery of killing and attacking.

"You can't show your prestige here."

Li Mo's eyes sank suddenly, and he hurriedly operated the [Nine Fate Techniques], urging the dantian spirit seedlings, and the gray luster flowed like mercury, rushing towards the Youhei Sword Pill.

hum...

Immediately, the gray spiritual breath was like a scabbard, sealing the Youhei sword pill, the terrifying sword intent instantly subsided, and the terrifying vision dissipated.

Li Mo let out a deep breath, the bulging veins slowly calmed down, and the blood energy all over his body returned to the various openings. When he looked up, the black clouds that had not yet gathered even dissipated in an instant.

"Scare me."

Li Mo murmured softly, feeling the [Youhei Sword Pill] hidden in his dantian, and couldn't help showing a greedy smile.

"Black Sword Dharma Vein? Hehe... This is a big killer, a good thing."

As he spoke, Li Mo subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the gate of Xuantian Pavilion, then straightened up and quickly left the scene.

Tonight, he will study this sudden opportunity carefully and sleep with it.

……

Late at night.

In the deep mountains and great swamps, the peaks undulate like evil dragons, with distinct backs, winding and entrenched on the ground.

The violent mountain wind roared like a roar, and in a trance, a red lantern was lit up, looming on the narrow and long mountain road.

Suddenly, in the terrifying gust of wind, countless ghost figures emerged, like hiding in the fog, with distinct claws and bony skulls...

Hundreds of ghosts travel at night, and creatures retreat.

In the whimpering demonic wind, a large white bone sedan chair was suspended in the air. Hundreds of ghosts cleared the way, and the red light led the way. The terrifying vision made the demon catchers tens of miles away tremble silently, not daring to show their heads.

"Master, there is a demonic aura over there."

"Shut up, it's just windy at night."

"Master, there seems to be a group of demons dancing wildly there."

"Fart, it's cloudy in the mountains, it's just going to rain."

"master……"

"Don't call me master if you step on the horse."

In the dilapidated small temple in the mountain, an elderly monster catcher raised his hand with a hand knife, knocking out his little apprentice directly, and looked at the distant mountain with trembling eyes, full of fear.

"Sovereign, the master of Guixu is here."

On the cold mountain road, a low roar resounded, like a hundred ghosts screaming together, men, women, old and young mixed among them, engulfed in deep awe.

"understood!"

At this moment, a contemptuous and ethereal voice resounded from the crimson sedan chair, rippling the majesty of a great master.

All the ghosts shouted in unison, shaking the mountains and fields, and the sand and stones raced away.

The jumping lanterns are like the emotions of ghosts, with uncontrollable excitement and awe.

At this moment, the suzerain of the ghost king sect descended in real life! !

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