Chapter 420 The light of talent

"That's..."

Blood King Kong's expression changed, and Fayin boy, who was pushed and staggered, didn't care to get angry. The three people's eyes met on the black carriage.

"Ink-colored patterned dragon, this is Wan... ink dragon!"

Fayin boy was lying on the window, a big hand suddenly pressed his face, Bone King Kong pushed him aside, his pure white eyes jumped:

"I just said that Wan Zhuliu would not be unresponsive..."

"..."

That’s what I said!

The boy Fayin was furious, but he had no choice but to do anything. The Four Vajras of flesh, blood, sinews and bones were the protectors of the gods, and their killing methods and status were higher than his.

Bone King Kong is even more popular among hob meats.

"Whoa!"

Suddenly, the Bone Vajra and the Blood Vajra all retreated. Boy Fayin felt two big hands pushing him to the window, one on the left and one on the right. The next moment, he felt a chill in his heart.

Across the long snowy street, a pair of red eyes fell on him.

"..."

Boy Fayin's body trembled, and he felt as if a divine sword was pressed between his eyebrows. A bone-chilling chill descended on him, freezing him in place.

"Fayin?"

The box suddenly became dark, and an indifferent voice sounded at the right time:

"Come and see me."

"……yes."

Boy Fayin turned around with difficulty, but the two bald men had shrunk into the corner.

"Those two, come together too."

The voice sounded again, and Fayin boy took a deep breath and jumped away without waiting for the two people to answer.

"Are you going or not?"

In the box, Blood and Bone King Kong looked at each other.

"Are you afraid of him?"

Bone King Kong snorted coldly and broke out of the window.

Xue Jingang frowned slightly, but feeling the indifferent will, he still followed.

…

"Prince Mo..."

In front of the carriage, the boy Fayin cupped his hands and considered his address.

Ordinary people only know that Mo Long is the commander of the Dragon Shadow Guard under King Zhenwu, but he naturally knows that this is the spiritual incarnation of King Zhenwu that was differentiated by some means.

"Come in."

After hearing the permission, Fayin boy entered the carriage.

The space inside the carriage is large, and the layout is like a small study. Behind the desk, sitting is a young man with a cold face, wearing a black cloak.

"Fayin, how did you die?"

After writing the desk, Mo Long raised his head, his eyes were red but not bloody, but rather mysterious and cold.

"I……"

The boy Fayin was startled and said: "One thousand four hundred years ago, Gao Feiqing attacked the world... I was defeated and died under his horned dragon club, with my liver and brain shattered..."

As if remembering the scene before his death, his face couldn't help but twitch.

"I'm asking about that rainy night..."

Mo Long didn't want to ask him this, but after hearing what he said, his expression changed a little: "Well, your head was smashed by Gao Feiqing?"

"yes……"

Fayin boy sighed:

"The high-flying and unparalleled hero, except for the Dragon Demon Taoist who had disappeared at that time, he was rampant in the world and had almost no resistance until Pang Wenlong was born..."

Molong frowned and interrupted. He knew this information better than Fayin boy: "I ask you if your head was smashed."

"yes."

The boy Fayin was startled and replied: "If it hadn't been for the Dharma Master's rescue back then and if I had built the shrine in advance, I would have been completely destroyed."

"What if there is no shrine?"

"Death is certain."

Fayin boy replied that the method of worshiping gods is the way to immortality, not immortality. How could he survive without his head?

"Death..."

Mo Long's face darkened slightly.

In these days, he traveled to many places and saw the crippled god, the headless Jialan, and the half-crippled Clavicle Bodhisattva, and what he got was pretty much the same.

Yan Chunyang's brain was so completely shattered that even if he held some of the legendary rituals of the Evil God Cult, he might not be able to save him.

'That boy...'

Mo Long's eyes were slightly cold, and he was a little angry, and he aimed at Yan Chunyang.

This kid has nothing but the blood of a prince and no brain at all. What if his heart was pierced and he pretended to be dead, even if he was really dead?

Even if the whole body was left, it wouldn't make him so distressed.

"Brother Molong!"

The voice of Bone King Kong came.

"Um."

Mo Long responded, put down the file he was holding in his hand, and when he opened the curtain, he was already outside the mountain gate of Longhu Temple.

"Brother Molong."

Blood King Kong walked at the back, holding his hands slightly.

"That rainy night, you two were killed by Long Xixiang?"

Molong asked.

"Nie Xianshan."

"Dragon Xixiang."

Fayin boy and boy cooperated very well.

"The Dragon Xixiang has broken through the Tiangang, and the three elements have become one. I am no match for it."

Xue Jingang knew what Mo Long wanted to ask. He also regretted it now. If he had known about this, he should have summoned the court.

"What else?"

"this……"

Boy Fayin shook his head: "I was ambushed that night, and I didn't have time to explore anything. I really don't know who removed the prince's sword intent..."

If they knew, why would they be forced to run away again?

Mo Long just asked casually, and seeing that neither of them knew, he stopped asking.

He raised his head and glanced at the high hanging stone plaque, then stepped towards Longhu Mountain.

Whether he is that old ghost or not, you will know just by asking.

…

When~

The bell rang several times in succession.

At the Qi Sensing Platform, many disciples from the Longhu Temple gathered on the high platform. Li Yuan received the true transmission, and as usual, Long Ying Zen and Long Xixiang wanted to speak and encourage.

After that, he asked several people who were watching the ceremony.

Several great sects are on the same page and even call each other brothers as peers. In theory, they can challenge and compete at this time.

But until the bells dispersed, several Taoist sects did nothing except congratulate them.

"call!"

Li Yuan felt strong emotional fluctuations. The eyes of most people on the high platform fell on him, which was even stronger than during the previous competition.

In the land of spiritual light, wisps of incense rose up very quickly.
To be continued...