In the center of the valley, on top of the mud and rocks, there was a man with slender limbs and a haggard body lying on the ground like a "big" character.

A quick glance revealed that the man looked half human and half ghost. He was dressed in tattered gray linen clothes, and his face was covered with a dark yellow and old bamboo hat. No trace of his face could be seen.

What's even more special is that this person's limbs, hands, feet, and two bones in his body are all pierced by several dark black iron chains, and their ends extend to an unknown depth of the ground, locking him firmly here.

However, the six dark black iron chains are not made of fine iron. If you squint your eyes and take a closer look, you will realize that those chains are all composed of densely wriggling dark black Gu worms. They look like iron chains, but their true appearance is a chain.

The extremely penetrating insect chain!

It is precisely because of this dark black insect chain that not only is this person's entire spiritual power locked up, but the insect chain is constantly squirming, causing this person to suffer unbearable pain for ordinary people.

Obviously, the monks who planted these chains of nether black insects did not want to simply wipe out this person's life, but wanted him to experience extremely cruel pain before dying slowly.

This kind of practice is extremely vicious. You can imagine how much the monk who arranged the insect chain hates this person.

However, even though those Gu worms kept squirming and surging in this man's flesh and blood, he did not make even a sound. From a distance, he looked like a dead person.

Of course, this man did not die, there was still a lot of life force left in his body, and under the influence of the insect chain, he remained awake extremely cruelly.

After a quick calculation, he could be completely freed from this inhuman torture if he endured it for another hundred years.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came to my ears, which had been eerily silent.

"People from the Hundred Gu Sect finally want to kill me?" the man said in a trembling voice without even looking.

How could he, who had his spiritual power and consciousness sealed, know that the person coming at this time was not a monk from the Baigu Sect, but Mo Feixin, a foreigner from Fangcun Mountain.

Mo Feixin saw this man chained to the ground by a dark insect chain. His limbs were long and his nails were purple-black. His face was covered with a dark yellow and worn-out bamboo hat. He looked more like a ghost, so he tentatively said:

: "Ghost cultivator?"

When the man heard this, his mind was moved, because he remembered that there was not a single female cultivator among the monks of the Hundred Gu Sect, let alone someone with such a young and special voice. However, after just one face-to-face meeting, he could tell his true nature, and the man was still a little shocked.

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"Hahaha, I'm sorry, I was discovered by you. It seems that you are not from the Baigu Sect." The man seemed not to care about his situation and laughed out loud.

"Yes, I am indeed not from the Hundred Gu Sect." Mo Feixin said, and then a burst of spiritual power directly took away the bamboo hat covering the man's face, revealing his true appearance.

Under that bamboo hat, there was a pale, almost bloodless, yet extremely cynical smiling face.

Mo Feixin didn't expect that this person could still maintain a smile in such a situation.

At this moment, the dazzling light forced into the eyes of the man lying on the ground. He had not seen the light for many days and could not help but squint his eyes.

When he saw clearly that the person who came here was actually an extremely cute pink-haired girl, he said with some meaning: "Miss, you are as cute as you, but there is an extremely terrifying ghost living in your heart."

Mo Feixin's eyes narrowed. He didn't expect that this person would see through her true nature when they met, and he couldn't help but smile.

It has to be said that after a life-and-death battle with Li Xiulin and Yunhu, Mo Feixin felt that fighting alone was not the way to achieve success. She needed people with enough strength to assist her in completing more difficult tasks in the future.

It happened that at this time, she was very interested in the person in front of her. Mo Feixin even had a vague feeling that this person could help her achieve what she wanted, so he said: "A ghost comes to help another ghost. Isn’t it bad?”

The man laughed when he heard this. There is no free lunch in the world. He also saw what Mo Fei was thinking, so he said: "How can I, a little devil from the underworld, deserve the help of you, the fierce devil Yama, Miss, so you should not harm me." Already."

"Don't you want to listen?" Mo Feixin stared at the man and said.

"It's okay to just listen. But maybe this place is more suitable for me," the man said.

"In the future, I need you to help me destroy a second-grade sect." Mo Feixin said with a normal expression.

"Destroy a second-grade sect?" The smile in the man's eyes became even bigger. I don't know if he was laughing at Mo Fei for not knowing the world, or if he simply thought this was interesting.

A second-grade sect, looking at the entire Qingyuntian, only has ten sects, and its status and power far exceed that of a third-grade sect.

Regardless of the fact that the Yuanying monks are no longer as good as dogs walking around, there are countless monks who have transformed into gods, and there are far more than a hundred monks who want to be crowned. As for the cultivators of the Mahayana realm, there are as few as three or five, and as many as ten fingers.

At this moment, Mo Feixin only has a Nascent Soul cultivation level. If this is the case, sensible people will only think that she is talking nonsense, and if she has lost her mind and is crazy, how can she pay any attention to her.

However, the man lying on the ground did not ridicule Mo Feixin for overestimating his own capabilities. Instead, he said, "This matter is quite interesting, but what is the way to destroy it? Is it to wipe out everyone in the family, or to leave no trace of land?"

"None of them," Mo Feixin shook his head slightly and said, "I want its skills to be cut off, its inheritance to be destroyed, its sect to be changed, and its name not to be preserved."

Speaking of this, a glimmer of light flashed in Mo Fei's heart, and he continued: "Then, I will plant flowers of different colors in every inch of soil and rivers in his sect, turning it into a world of flowers. , thus changing the name to Baihua Sect.”

"" After hearing this, the man fell silent.

Then, a burst of hearty laughter came out. If the man's hands and feet were not penetrated and locked by insect chains, he would have clapped and danced.

I just heard him say: "It's interesting. I didn't expect that such words that only a child can say would come from your mouth, Miss. It's really interesting."

After a while, the man put away the cynicism in his eyes and said with some seriousness: "If you are a humble student but a ghost cultivator, Gu Qing, who is building the Hundred Flowers Sect, add me."

Seeing this, Mo Feixin did not hesitate, and directly threw out the purple flame that he had used previously to deal with Gu insects, and began to burn the black insect chains on Gu Qing's body, and said: "Mo Feixin."

Gu Qing watched the purple flames gradually burn the insect chains that penetrated his body, but he did not feel any burning pain, so he said: "Miss Mo, it seems that you know the Hundred Gu Sect very well."
Chapter completed!