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A ray of light fell at the foot of Yuan Mountain.

This mountain is planted with spiritual roots and different species, and spiritual springs gush out in the mountain paths, showing auspicious light and auspiciousness, just like the winding and hanging stars.

Jiang Moshu slowly walked up the mountain road, only to feel that the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth here was rich and agile, even better than that of White Bone Peak.

Walking leisurely to the mountainside, a fine copper palace comes into view.

Ming Tanzong, Zhenzhuan Palace.

Stepping into the main hall, I saw seven three-foot-high statues of gods and demons in separate halls. Gold, skulls, and pearls were piled randomly at the feet of the statues. They were illuminated by faint phosphorus fire, but they were a different kind of splendor.

In the empty space between the statues, two people were playing chess.

The middle-aged monk on the left has a hard-edged face, his eyes are as bright as ink, his hands are naturally placed on his knees, and he is sitting casually, but his aura is thousands of miles away.

The old man with a beautiful beard opposite him had a red face and his eyes were fixed on the chess game in front of him, thinking hard about how to break it.

Seeing that no one was greeting her, Jiang Moshu didn't feel any awkwardness at all and watched quietly from the side.

Snapped!

Bai Zi fell down in response.

After stroking his beautiful beard, the old man nodded with satisfaction.

The middle-aged monk opposite just raised his eyes and glanced at the chessboard.

A sunspot then floated out of the air and landed gently between black and white.

The old man with the beautiful beard immediately turned redder.

After thinking hard for a while, he said helplessly: "If you win, you win. Why be so aggressive."

Then he stood up, looked at Jiang Moshu, and said with a smile:

"This True Inheritance Hall is rarely visited by people. It turns out to be Junior Brother Jiang from White Bone Peak."

Jiang Moshu bowed his hands and said, "It was Jiang who was rude. I wonder which two senior brothers were in front of him?"

The old man with the beautiful beard waved his hand, smiled, and continued: "I am Wan Wengeng of Secret Demon Peak, and the boring gourd over there is Luo Xuanye of Huangquan Peak.

Zhenzhuan is stationed in the palace on a rotating basis. I have been unlucky for the past five years, so I met him at the right time. "

Naturally, Jiang Moshu would not accept these words. He just smiled indifferently and handed over his hand again.

"Senior Brother Wan!"

"Senior Brother Luo!"

The Taoist surnamed Luo looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose. He didn't even look here.

Wan Wengeng frowned slightly, but he has long been accustomed to it.

He only winked at Jiang Moshu, and then asked curiously:

"The battle between the seven peaks has just ended. I wonder what happened to my junior brother?"

Before he finished speaking, he added another sentence hahaha,

"Isn't it going to start the four true battles?"

Wan Wengeng looked at Jiang Moshu who smiled helplessly in front of him, feeling very happy.

The junior brother in front of him had lost Wanguifeng's face in public. In the past ten days and a half, he had become famous in the sect.

However, it only took a few days to enter the inner gate of White Bone Peak, so coming to the True Transmission Hall at this time really made him a little curious.

Jiang Moshu spread his hands and said, "I didn't expect that I couldn't hide it from my senior brother. That's exactly why I came here."

As soon as the words came out,

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Wan Wengeng couldn't help but be a little stunned. He felt his throat was dry and itchy, and said with a wry smile:

"Junior Brother Jiang is also a sweet-tempered person, and it is rare that he can joke around. Tell me, why did you come to the True Inheritance Hall?"

Jiang Moshu exhaled softly and raised his eyebrows, "We are about to start the fourth battle of True Legend. I want to challenge the demon refining first."

As soon as these words came out, needles could be heard in the palace.

Even Luo Xuanye, who had been sitting still, slowly opened his eyes and looked over.

Wan Wengeng saw that Jiang Moshu's expression was normal, and he didn't seem to be faking it. He was stunned for a moment and forgot what to say.

After a while, Wan Wengeng laughed a few times and said:

"You, this generation of true disciples, are really prone to evil, but I think Peak Master Zheng must have given you some advice."

Immediately, he called with his hand, and something floated from the top of the hall.

But it was an ordinary white animal skin bag, with a strange beast engraved on it, with teeth and claws, and it was very vivid.

The moment he got the bag, countless screams filled with resentment faintly reached Jiang Moshu's ears.

"The Red Resentment Bag of Ten Thousand Demons is a first-level magic weapon that requires no sacrifice. It will automatically absorb the essence, blood, and resentment of demons you kill within ten miles. Once it is full, the demon refining will be considered successful."

Seeing the red bag of resentment, Wan Wengeng didn't know what past events he was thinking of, but he looked a little lonely.

"Junior Brother Jiang, go and take care of yourself!" After saying that, he waved his hand and sat back lazily on the side of the chessboard.

Seeing the two of them sitting opposite each other silently, Jiang Moshu cupped his hands and nodded in greeting, then turned and walked out of the hall.

As he approached the palace gate, a deep voice sounded behind him.

"That spirit ghost has the qualifications of a ghost mother. If you encounter it outside the sect, I will kill you and take it away!"

Jiang Moshu turned around and saw that Luo Xuanye had returned to his calm and silent demeanor. He could only smile bitterly: "Thank you, Senior Brother Luo, for speaking out."

After saying that, he stepped out of the hall in one step.

After a long time, Wan Wengeng couldn't bear it anymore and asked first: "Why are you so cold and contemptuous towards Jiang Moshu? After all, he is also the true seed."

Luo Xuanye shook his head and laid out the chessboard again.

"What is the true inheritance? Without him, there is hope for the golden elixir!

And this Jiang Moshu's Taoist base is damaged, his cultivation is stuck at the third level of Ningzhen, and his lifespan is still sixty or seventy years at most.

It took me a full thirty years to refine the demon at the eighth level. His cultivation level is too low. Starting the four true battles will only waste his lifespan and is meaningless. He might as well spend the rest of his life refining weapons and talismans at White Bone Peak. "

Luo Xuanye's eyes became extremely dark and he said:

"I'm not looking down on him, I just never do unnecessary things."

Wan Wengeng narrowed his eyes slightly, "Then what does the last sentence mean?"

Luo Xuanye calmly let go.

“Since I’m silent while watching the game, it’s worth saying one more thing.

That female ghost won't change even a magic weapon.

Peak Master Zheng could still protect him without going out, but once he came out of White Bone Peak, he would kill countless people. "

……

A month later, at White Bone Peak, the performance took place.

Various mysterious runes are carved on the black stone ground with a radius of a hundred feet.

A thin layer of gray mist enveloped the surroundings of the execution ground, blocking out the scene inside and outside, and also blocking many spiritual thoughts that tried to peek.

There is a Dharma platform standing in the middle of the performance field, which is more than two feet high. Dozens of restrictions on it are lighting up one after another.

A banner was unfolded in the air, and black air was seen lingering around. There were many talismans painted on it, all showing dark red blood, and a rust-like smell spread in the air.

Infinite black smoke billowed out from the flag, settled on the ground, and soon covered the base of the black stone formation.

boom!

Jiang Moshu flicked his fingers, and a rapid war drum sounded.

Boom!

Boom!Boom!

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Team after team of tattered ghost soldiers struggled to get up from the black smoke on the ground.

His empty eyes stared at the sky, and the armor on his body was in pieces.

But whether they have broken limbs or arms, or standing with their heads raised, these ghost soldiers still hold the weapons firmly in their hands.