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Chapter 6

A ray of light fell on the foot of Yuanshan Mountain.

The mountain is full of different species of spiritual roots, and the spiritual springs gushing between the mountain roads are full of auspiciousness and auspiciousness, hanging like a galaxy.

Jiang Mo walked up the mountain path slowly, only feeling that the aura of heaven and earth here is rich and agile, which is even better than that of Baigu Peak.

Walking leisurely to the mountainside, a fine copper hall came into view.

Ming Tanzong, Zhenzhuan Palace.

Stepping into the main hall, one can see seven statues of gods and demons with a size of three feet standing in the hall. Gold, skulls, and pearls and jade are randomly piled up at the feet of the statues.

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

The middle-aged monk on the left had a hard-edged face, his eyes were lacquered like ink, his hands were naturally placed on his knees, and he sat casually, but his aura was thousands of miles away from others.

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

Jiang Moshu saw that no one greeted him, but he was not at all embarrassed, and watched quietly from the side.

Snapped!

Bai Zi fell in response.

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

The middle-aged monk opposite just glanced at the chessboard.

A sunspot floated up out of thin air and landed lightly between black and white.

The bearded old man immediately turned redder.

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

Then he got up, looked at Jiang Moshu, smiled and said:

"This Hall of True Inheritance has never been visited by anyone. It turns out that it is Junior Brother Jiang from the White Bone Peak."

Jiang Moshu cupped his hands and saluted, "It was Jiang who was rude, I wonder which two senior brothers are facing each other?"

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

Zhenzhuan is stationed in the hall on a rotating basis, these five years have been a bit unlucky, and I should have met him. "

Jiang Moshu naturally wouldn't answer those words, just smiled lightly, and cupped his hands again,

"Senior Brother Wan!"

"Senior Brother Luo!"

A Taoist surnamed Naluo, he looked at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, and he didn't even look this way.

Wan Wengeng smirked slightly, but he was already used to it,

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

"The Seven Peaks fight has just passed, I don't know what happened to the younger brother?"

Before he finished speaking, he added another sentence, ha ha,

"Could it be that we want to start the True Legend Four Wars?"

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

The junior in front of him has swept Wan Guifeng's face in public. In the past ten and a half months, he has become famous in the sect.

However, it was only a few days since he wanted to be listed in the inner sect of Baigu Peak, and he was indeed a little curious to come to the Hall of True Tradition at this time.

Jiang Moshu spread his hands, "I didn't expect that I couldn't hide it from senior brother, that's exactly what I came here for."

The voice just came out,

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Wan Wengeng couldn't help being a little dumbfounded, he felt a dry itchy throat, and said with a wry smile:

"Junior brother Jiang is also a man of temperament, so it's rare for him to be able to joke around. Tell me, why did you go to the Hall of True Tradition?"

Jiang Moshu exhaled lightly, and raised his eyebrows, "It's time to start the fourth true battle, and I want to challenge the demon first."

As soon as this remark came out, a needle could be heard in the hall.

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

Wan Wengeng saw that Jiang Moshu's expression was as usual, and he didn't seem to be fake, so he was stunned for a while, forgetting what to say.

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

"Your true biography this year is really good at giving birth to evil, but I think Peak Master Zheng must have given you some advice, no matter what."

Immediately called at random, something floated on the top of the hall in an instant.

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

The moment he got the bag, countless screams full of resentment came faintly to Jiang Moshu's ears.

"Myriad Demon Red Resentment Bag, a first-level magic weapon, does not need to be sacrificed, it will automatically absorb the blood and resentment of the demon spirits killed by you within ten miles, and if it is filled up, it will be regarded as the success of demon refining."

Seeing the red resentment bag, Wan Wengeng didn't know what happened in the past, but his expression was a little lonely.

"Junior brother Jiang, let's go, so I can do it myself!" After saying that, he waved his hand and lazily sat back on the side of the chessboard.

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

When he got close to the gate of the palace, a thick voice sounded behind him.

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

Jiang Moshu turned his head to look, and saw that Luo Xuanye had returned to the calm and silent state of the ancient well, so he could only smile wryly: "Thank you, Senior Brother Luo, for speaking out."

After speaking, he stepped out of the hall.

After a long time, Wan Wengeng still couldn't bear it anymore, and asked first, "Why do you treat Jiang Moshu so coldly and contemptuously? After all, it is also the true seed."

However, Luo Xuanye shook his head, opened the chessboard again,

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

And this Jiang Moshu's Daoji is damaged, his cultivation base is stuck at the third turn of Ningzhen, and his life expectancy is at most six to seventy years.

Back then, I spent 30 years at the eighth turn of the Condensation Realm before I could perfect the demon refinement.His cultivation base is too low, and opening the True Inheritance Four Battles is just a waste of life energy, which is meaningless. It's better to refine weapons and make talismans on the White Bone Peak and spend the rest of his life in peace. "

Luo Xuanye's gaze became extremely deep, and he said:

"I don't look down on him, I just never do unnecessary things."

Wan Wengeng narrowed his eyes slightly, "Then what's the meaning of that last sentence?"

Luo Xuanye calmly dropped a son,

"Since watching chess is silent, it is worth me to say something more.

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

If he doesn't go out, Peak Master Zheng can still protect him, but once he leaves the Bone Peak, he will kill and snatch countless people. "

……

A month later, at Bone Peak, the performance field.

Various mysterious runes are engraved on the black stone ground with a radius of hundreds of feet.

A thin layer of gray mist shrouded the practice field, cutting off the internal and external scenes, and also blocked many divine thoughts that tried to peep.

In the middle of the performing field stands a platform, about two feet high, on which dozens of prohibitions are being lit up one by one.

A banner was unfurled in the sky, and black air lingered around it. Many talismans painted on it were all dark red in color, and a rusty smell like iron diffused in the air.

Countless black smoke billowed out from the banner, settled on the ground, and soon covered all the foundations of the black stone formation.

boom!

Jiang Moshu snapped his fingers lightly, and a rush of war drums echoed.

Boom!

Boom!Boom!

Boom!Boom!Boom!

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

He stared at the sky with empty eyes, and the armor on his body was also broken.

But no matter whether they were stumped limbs or arms, or standing with their heads raised, these ghost soldiers held their weapons firmly.

The stern killing resentment surged out, twisting and intertwining in mid-air, as if they wanted to gather into one thing.

Jiang Moshu pointed his hand to the air with killing resentment,

hum!

A sky snake suddenly appeared.

What's even more unbelievable is that there is a big lump on the top of the snake's head, and on the snake's twelve-foot body, all the scales on the snake's neck have turned into a bluish-white color.

There is already a trend of turning into dragons.

"The rehearsal of this ruthless battle formation is not perfect, please correct me, Miss Shen."

Jiang Moshu smiled lightly, and pointed at the other figure on the altar with a false hand.

The beautiful female ghost that fell into the hands of Jiang Moshu along with the Banner of Ten Thousand Ghosts that day was already shocked from ear to ear by the scene in front of her.

The female ghost is naturally charming, even if she covers her mouth lightly and spits out her witty tongue, she inadvertently exudes a charming charm, prosperous like a fiery red rose, and graceful like a luxurious peony.

The black and white eyes are even more curious,

"One has no Dao array map, and the other has no heavenly snake spirit, how did you refine this ghost banner to the level of distraction?"

Jiang Moshu didn't answer, but pointed to the ghost soldiers under the altar, and said:

"In this way, Miss Shen has approved that I have completed the sacrifice of the Banner of Thousand Ghosts, so the previous bet still counts?"

The glamorous female ghost fell silent, a confused but slightly hopeful look flashed in her eyes.

After a long time, I just said: "According to the bet, once I become a ghost mother, I will be free, even if I seek revenge from you."

Jiang Moshu smiled heartily: "One more thing, Miss Shen forgot to say, if I achieve the golden pill first, Miss Shen will also regain her freedom."

The glamorous female ghost gently curled her delicate mouth,

The sentence "Blowing the cowhide to the sky" did not blurt out after all.

"A word is settled!"

"A word is settled!"

With a slender ghost hand and a broad palm, he struck three times in a row, declaring the oath of the great heart.

"Shen Caiyan from my family, I have seen my master. This is a ghost contracted item from my family." A bundle of blue silk lightly fell into Jiang Moshu's hands, and he solemnly put it into the close-fitting robe.

The ghost mother corresponds to the level of the golden core,

If Shen Caiyan's spirituality is wiped out, it will also be a rare god and demon substrate. If countless treasures of heaven and earth are invested, by chance, it may also become a golden core combat power.

But Jiang Moshu had no time and no resources,

So he made a bet with Shen Caiyan that if he sacrificed the Banner of Thousand Ghosts to distraction within two months,

Before Shen Caiyan became the ghost mother, she completely surrendered to him.

In this way, the master soul of the Banner of Thousand Ghosts will be able to become the top among the best spiritual weapons in one fell swoop.

Plus

A beautiful, charming, well-behaved, obedient, powerful ghost maid with a golden core in sight,

Except for those bald donkeys in Buddhism,

Which monk can refuse? !

Of course, there is one last question.

Jiang Moshu thought for a long time, scratched his head, and asked with some embarrassment,

"By the way, Caiyan, there is one thing I have been puzzled about. It is about what I will call you in the future. I wonder if I can tell you the truth?"

The charming eyes stared straight at Jiang Moshu, and accompanied by a coquettish smile, the orchid breath of beads and jade blew on his neck,

"Master, please tell me, Caiyan has made a vow, and the ghost deed is also in the hands of the master, how dare you deceive the master."

Jiang Moshu thought about it again, and finally couldn't hold back her inner curiosity,

In the end, he asked out of nowhere:

"One body with three souls, I don't know if it's brother Shen with one soul and three parts, or Miss Shen, do you call each other brother and sister?"

When I looked up, I saw that the beauty on the opposite side was already full of anger,

Willow brows stand upright, silver teeth cluck,

Word by word coquettishly scolded,

"you,

Give,

I,

roll! "

(End of this chapter)