Master of Void

Chapter 174 None of Our Headquarters Can Fight
"Junior Brother Tong, how many monks at the peak of the heartbeat stage are there in our headquarters?"

Liantong's pale face twitched slightly, really want to say something, do you know this man very well?
"Countless, 10,000+?"

Mo De's eyes lit up immediately, good job, no matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat. I went to the group to ridicule this wave, and the negative value swished. What danger can there be in the Primordial Sect?

"The competition venue has arrived. I'm going to apply for a stage..."

Liantong's feet were off the ground, and there was only his shadow under his feet, floating towards the elder in charge of the arena like a ghost.

Mo De looked at the martial arts arena. There were quite a few spectators around, but not too many. It seemed that he had to stimulate the atmosphere of the audience and let them call friends.

"Senior brother Mo, what do you want to do? Elder Hong said, keep a low profile! Low profile!"

"Xiao'an! Don't worry, I will keep a low profile. We just have a friendly discussion with other disciples, so we won't hurt our peace!"

Seeing Mo De with a serious face, Hu Xiaoan almost believed it, but he didn't stop him anymore. In fact, he also wanted to see the difference between the monks at the headquarters of the Hong Huangzong and themselves.

After signing contracts with so many Jindan stage monsters, Hu Xiaopangzi is also a little swollen, showing his sharpness.

Although the trial tower has tested one's combat ability, it is still different from actual combat. After all, death in the trial tower is not real death.

"Let's go, we can start, the lottery is a hundred top-grade spirit stones, and there are only so many things on me."

Holding a token in his hand, Liantong said to Mo De and Hu Xiaoan, took out a hundred top-grade spirit stones from the storage ring, put them into a storage bag, and handed them to the elders beside the martial arts arena.

Mo De walked to Hu Xiaoan's side and said in a low voice: "Xiao'an, do you have spirit stones? Lend me a hundred high-grade spirit stones, and we will win five or five points later..."

"Senior brother Mo, you don't even have money for gambling?!"

"Hush... Keep your voice down, I don't have it, don't you have it? I'll give you five or five points if you win later, you're welcome..."

"Senior brother Mo, we don't need five or five points. You can refine two beast-controlling bags for me. I will provide the materials."

Mo De took a look at Hu Xiao'an, and couldn't help laughing: "Okay, you have a good plan. Not long ago, you just broke through to the sixth-level refiner of the mortal rank."

"Brother Tong, let's get started."

Listening to the conversation between Mo De and Hu Xiaoan, Lian Tong was really angry. He didn't even start fighting, but he started dividing the spoils?Are you a little arrogant?

Among the Guifeng disciples, Liantong was the one with the best temper, and he didn't say anything, and went to the martial arts arena silently, waiting for nothing.

"Brother Tong, you go ahead and shoot."

Mo De didn't take any measures. He looked at Liantong as soon as he came up, wanting to see what kind of tactics the ghost way is. In the trial tower of the Great Desolation Sect in the Dreamland, he also met the ghost clan. Section is extremely weird.

Seeing that Mo De was so arrogant, Liantong became angry no matter how good-tempered he was. He tapped his fingers in the air, and ghostly shadows gradually appeared behind him, flying around.

Mo De, who didn't open his sharp eyes, didn't see these ghosts. The only thing he saw was the movement of Liantong's fingers. Well, the fingers were all skinny, and it seemed that the malnutrition was serious.

Suddenly, Mo De felt the scene around him suddenly change, and he returned to the earth, in his room, and Mo's mother was standing at the door of the room calling him to eat.

However, he found that he couldn't move, he could only see and hear, and Mo's mother suddenly turned into a monster, laying on Mo De's body and biting.

"Damn... this illusion is a bit too much, let me loose!"

The illusion dissipated as soon as his voice fell, and suddenly felt a little boring. Is this what Guifeng only knows?Compared with the method of the ghost clan, it is far worse.

Lian Tong was not surprised to see that the Mixin Ghost had no effect at all. If it really worked, it would be a bit disappointing for him to put it down.

"Refined corpse, possessed by demons!"

Eight corpses appeared on the competition ground. They were all from the different universes and had different shapes. Among them, there was actually a corpse from the Zou tribe, which was refined into a corpse spirit. The ghost entered the corpse and awakened the remaining instincts of the corpse.

Eight corpses rushed towards Mo De in a siege, and the strangest of them was the Zongbu Corpse Spirit, one of the nine tribes of the Alien Clan. Like the middle-aged eclipse tribe in the trial tower, it controlled the power of blood and energy. , so that the blood in Mo De's body was somewhat affected.

"Brother Mo, if you can't hold on, don't force it. Tomorrow we have to go to the outer battlefield of the Alien Clan." Liantong reminded, not wanting to make Mo De suffer any losses here.

With this little influence, it seems that the middle-aged people of the Eclipse Department are of mixed blood, and the corpse spirit of the Sui Department is still weaker, Mo De thought so in his heart.

"Dust Blade!"

"Lightning talisman!"

A five-meter sharp blade appeared in front of the eight corpse spirits directly blocking their progress, and at the same time the thunder fell, just as Liantong said, Mo De also controlled the power of the thunderbolt talisman to prevent this thunder from destroying his refined corpse , just to break up the ghosts in the corpse.

After the ghost spirit collapsed, only one body of the eight refined corpses was left, and Lian Tong needed to control the battle himself. However, Mo De no longer wanted to waste time with Lian Tong. This kid had such a good heart that he did not dare to ridicule him.

"Liantong, you will cooperate with me later!"

Like a ghost, Mo De suddenly appeared behind Lian Tong, with the golden sword placed directly on his neck, and gave a low voice.

"I lost, but what do I need to cooperate with?"

"In the headquarters, where are the strong men at the peak of the heartbeat period? Is there no one who can fight? These two hundred spirit stones are here. As long as you defeat me, the spirit stones will belong to you!"

Mo De shouted loudly towards the crowd watching the battle, sighed heavily with an exaggerated expression, and raised his middle finger at the crowd, Hu Xiaoan immediately covered his face, and thought, Brother Mo, I believe you, you really want to do this. The Great Desolate Sect of Dreamland did this, and they still do it here.

"What? What did this kid say? None of our headquarters can fight?"

"Who is he? So arrogant? Why haven't I seen him before?"

"He came from the Great Desolate Sect of Dreamland, and the people of Dreamland are still so arrogant and defiant..."

Looking at the constantly beating negative value, Mo De was very satisfied with this wave, and now the negative value has reached more than ten million.

"I think he is very confident. He doesn't pay attention to the monks in our headquarters at all. Wu Cuo, do you want to go down and teach him a lesson? I heard that your brother Wu Dui had his whole body broken by the monks from the Dream Continent. Bones, how many months did it take for them to recover?"

"Oh, why don't you go up, Huang Jianfeng, you were beaten by Han Yang before, and your Dao heart was almost broken..."

"My cultivation level at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage is going up to bully the heart-beating stage disciples? If the elder sees it, can I still have this month's cultivation resources?"

Just as Huang Jianfeng was quarreling with Wu Cuo, the young man in a black robe, with a demonic aura lingering around him, and with the bright red fire talisman engraved between his brows, jumped onto the arena.

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(End of this chapter)