Become a Demon Lord, sign in and develop for three hundred years

There is no sun or moon when practicing in the mountains, and more than twenty days pass by in a flash.

The battle between the seven peaks is tomorrow.

An unexpected guest came to the small courtyard of the Jingshe.

Snapped!

Put down the teacup gently,

The tea table was in pieces!

"Brother, the matter has come to this, why should you be angry?"

Looking at the silver-haired old man with a mask and a steady temperament a few steps away,

Jiang Moshu persuaded softly.

As the candidates for each peak were determined, everyone knew that Jiang Moshu was just an addition to the fight.

As a stepping stone to death, it will naturally not attract the interest of others.

I thought I was going to fight alone,

Unexpectedly, someone from the Jiang family came to visit him at this time. It seemed that his predecessor had not returned his belongings to the clan in vain.

"You should call me clan leader!" The silver-haired old man spoke in a deep voice, just like the person in his memory who liked to pay attention to superiority and inferiority in everything.

Jiang Moling, the head of the Jiang family, has reached the fourth level of the Condensation Realm and has broken through the physical barrier.

There was nearly a hundred years of age difference between Jiang Moshu and him, but they were indeed half-brothers.

"Why didn't you pretend to agree first and then run away immediately?" The head of the Jiang family turned his back and faced Jiang Moshu.

Looking at the generous figure with his back to him, his silver hair stinging his eyes, Jiang Moshu said nothing.

As if knowing that Jiang Moshu would not answer, slightly guilty words came one after another from the front.

"Ten thousand spirit stones are equivalent to three years of offerings from the Jiang family. You know the difficulties the family has faced these years."

"The "Six Bones Stepping into the Netherworld and Instantaneous Body Technique" has become a family science. From now on, the inheritance within the family will change from one to two."

"Three quotas for disciples to enter the peak are three opportunities."

"Don't talk about exchanging it for a Ningzhen Level 2, even if you take the life of me, the clan leader, it's not impossible."

"Do you accept your fate?" The voice coming from behind the silver hair had an undetectable slight tremor.

Jiang Moshu smiled and said: "Chief Jiang, they all say that life and death are determined by destiny, but until the last moment, who can make a judgment on victory or defeat?"

The White Bone Lingchi Sword Qi has received the most praise because once it is successfully practiced, it is comparable to the flying sword magic weapon.

Precisely because there is none, it is necessary to be "comparable".

Moreover, this magical power happened to be able to make talismans. His predecessor had been refining bone sword talismans for many years and handed them over to the family for sale.

Now, when mentioning the Bone Sword Talisman, 90% of the Yun Qi stage monks will immediately think of the Jiang Family Firm.

Regarding the family, Jiang Moshu felt that his predecessor was extremely benevolent and righteous.

The word "poor" almost runs through most stages of his practice.

"It's okay to have grievances. Only when you have grievances can you become a human being. I know all you have done for the Jiang family over the years."

The head of the Jiang family just turned around and bowed to Jiang Moshu.

Jiang Moshu was about to get out of the way, but felt his body stagnated, so he did not forcefully break free.

Jiang Moling then turned serious and said: "Currently, the Jiang family only has you and me, Ningzhen, and we can only barely support you. But as a clan leader, I want to teach you one thing, accept your fate!"

"Tomorrow's Qifeng fight, if you can't win, you will die.

You know, I know,

You can't win! "

Jiang Moshu did not argue or refute, because everyone thought so.

Jiang Moling waved her hands, showing some relief in her tone,

"But we can't win, but our Jiang family can lose in another way."

After saying that, he calmly handed over a spiritual weapon.

Jiang Moshu fell silent as his consciousness swept over him, and what he handed over was a human skin mask.

Perhaps he finally let it go. Jiang Moling changed his composure and talked like an ordinary old man.

"Two months, 30,000 spirit stones, fifty years of friendship, and my peeled old face, I have this top-quality spiritual weapon. It's really worth it to replace the leader of the Jiang family in his prime!"

"Same Breath Gu, blood substitute secret method, plus you and I are blood brothers, there is absolutely no chance that anyone will see through it within seven days."

"Although my White Bone Lingchi Sword Qi is not as good as yours, I have sealed three hundred bone sword talismans on my body. I will kill everyone as soon as the fight begins, and I will never leave any flaws."

"Moshu, you have worked hard these years. Let me be lazy this time. From now on, the Jiang family will be left to you."

Seeing the relief of the head of the Jiang family in front of him, Jiang Moshu felt more and more heavy on his shoulders.

After a long silence, Jiang Moshu sighed with a very sincere tone.

"It has been my long-cherished wish to fight against the geniuses of various peaks. However, I was busy refining talismans and lacked the right opportunity."

After a pause, Jiang Moshu said slowly in a deep voice,

"I want to try the Seven Peaks Fighting Technique, and I hope my eldest brother will make it happen."

Hearing this, the old man opposite said with a bleak tone: "I didn't expect that the position of the head of the Jiang family would be so unpleasant."

"Aren't you afraid of death?" A pair of sharp eyes stared at Jiang Moshu.

"I said before, who can judge the outcome until the last moment?" Jiang Moshu smiled calmly and said the same thing.

Looking at Jiang Moshu who showed a hint of confidence, the old man opposite nodded, regained his original temperament as the head of the family, and said calmly:

"I don't care about life and death. As expected of me, the son of the Jiang family, my eldest brother will personally collect your body!"

……

It's not bright yet,

On the peaks around the Zhengfeng Platform, there are already thousands of monks, some coming together, some waiting for friends, or some alone.

The true biography of Mingtan Sect challenges the seven peaks to fight in a battle of life and death. Naturally, the seeds of each peak must go all out and use all their trump cards.

In the past, true inheritance challenges were initiated only after reaching the sixth level of the Ningzhen Realm at least.

This time, it was before Ningzhen Realm Body Pass. It was said that the person with the lowest level was only at the second level of Ningzhen Realm.

Therefore, for most disciples with low cultivation level, this observation of the fighting is extremely valuable.

Especially for people above the seventh level of Yunqi and below the fourth level of Ningzhen, this opportunity to get a glimpse of the road ahead must not be missed.

In a pavilion, several Ningzhen monks were drinking and chatting happily. As they pushed cups and changed cups, the atmosphere became increasingly warm.

One of them, a well-dressed man with a proud look on his face, directly picked up a jar and drank from it without using a cup.

"happy!"

The man slapped the empty altar in his hand on the table, looked around at the other people, and said, "If it weren't for this true challenge, there would be few opportunities for everyone to gather together. It's really rare."

But the person next to him advised him earnestly, "You'd better drink less. The fight will begin in an hour."

"Hehe, who doesn't know that your Yinhua Peak is going to teach Wangui Peak a lesson this time, and you want me to see a good show?" The man laughed, turned a deaf ear, and picked up another jar of fine wine.

"Wangui Peak has been too high-profile in recent years, and the other peaks have their own dissatisfaction. The people sent this time should not be underestimated, except White Bone Peak." An old man opposite sneered and added.

A Ningzhen next to him gently tapped the cup with silver chopsticks and said nonchalantly: "That Jiang Moshu was also unlucky. An ordinary Ningzhen Level 2 was sitting at home, and disaster came from the sky. He was killed inexplicably. Throw it out and die.”