Listening to the resuscitation, Mo Zhi frowned slightly, with a worried look on his face. He stroked the sparse beard on his chin and pondered:

"Zhengqi Hall rarely gets so many evil geniuses. Those are their capital to dominate the martial arts world in the future. They can't hand it over casually.

Zhengqitang has invested a lot of effort and resources in the cultivation of these geniuses, just like a stingy miser who keeps money, how can he give up his wealth easily?"

The corner of his mouth resuscited slightly, revealing a cold smile. He leaned on the back of the chair and said leisurely: "If they don't make friends, then our Magic Tower will cooperate with the forces chasing Ling Xiao to put pressure on this Zhengqi Hall.

Those forces also have certain interests in our relationship. When the time comes, the Zhengqi Hall will be exhausted to deal with it."

Mo Zhi shook his head and frowned even more. He analyzed with a serious expression: "Zhengqi Hall is not our Magic Hall. They have the support of the Holy Hall behind them. Those external forces dare not offend easily.

The Holy Temple is like an unshakable mountain in the martial arts world, with a profound foundation and supreme prestige. Even if those forces have great courage, they dare not easily arouse the anger of the Holy Temple."

Re-hanging and sneering, his eyes full of mockery and disdain, as if he had already made up his mind: "What if it was the pressure of the Holy Temple? The Holy Temple had long wanted to kill Ling Xiao and take away the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, and he would not let Ling Xiao go

Those friends and relatives grew up threatening their status.

If Zhengqi Hall does not want to be abandoned by the Holy Hall, they have to compromise. The meaning of the Holy Hall is that Zhengqi Hall dare not disobey, otherwise they will lose their greatest reliance in the Zhaixing Tower and become a rootless duckweed."

Outside the magnificent hall, thick fog surging like a tide, and fine water droplets spread in the air, like a layer of vague gauze curtain.

Ling Xiao was wearing a fog hidden cloak. The cloak was made of special materials, which added a bit of mysterious color under the fog.

However, hiding under this cloak at this moment, his face was gloomy and terrifying, just like the night sky before the storm, covered with dark clouds, which made people feel daunting.

His brows were tightly frowned, as if he was twisted together by fate's giant hand. The flames of anger and anxiety were burning in his eyes. His nose wings slightly twitched, and he exhaled a low and depressing groan from time to time, and his hands unconsciously

It clenched into a fist, and the knuckles turned white due to excessive force.

The words that the owner of the Magic Tower just now re-hanged were like sharp stings, and every word was pierced in Ling Xiao's heart. His words were extremely sinister, full of calculating and malice, but he had to admit that the re-hanged analysis was incisive.

, very wise.

Ling Bi and others are in this situation like a lonely boat in a storm, and they may be swallowed by ruthless waves at any time, which is not safe.

Thinking of the danger they might be suffering, Ling Xiao felt a stinging pain in his heart, and a strong sense of responsibility surged in his chest. He knew that he had to find a way to rescue several people from dire straits.

However, going to save someone rashly is like hitting a stone with an egg. Before saving someone, he has to strengthen his strength. Only when he becomes stronger can he have enough confidence to fight against many crises.

Moreover, he also wants to give this magic building some revenge.

As the saying goes, if you have a grudge, you are not a gentleman. When he was resuscited before, he was unhappy and secretly held his breath, he did not have too much hatred. After all, the Magic Building has no obligation to protect him. The rules of the world

This has always been like this.

But later, Resuspended actually sent a sword demon to attack him, which undoubtedly completely intensified the conflict, and this hatred was completely formed.

Now, Resuscitation is even more sinister and wants to force Zhengqitang to attack his friends and family. This has touched Ling Xiao's bottom line, and he is absolutely unbearable.

He must not watch the person he cares about be hurt. A burst of anger burned in his heart, making his eyes stronger.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao took a deep breath, suppressed the anger and anxiousness in his heart, and his body shook slightly and quietly disappeared into the thick fog.

He stayed in the Magic Building these days, and he was calm on the surface, but in fact he observed it secretly and had long been aware of the structure of the Magic Building. Every corridor and every secret passage in the Magic Building were clearly engraved on him

In the mind.

Any sect has its crucial treasure house of sects. This is the foundation of a sect, and the Magic Tower is no exception. The treasure house of this Magic Tower is called "Divine Treasure Pavilion".

The Magic Treasure Pavilion is located deep in the Magic Tower, surrounded by a mysterious and strange aura, as if there were invisible eyes always staring at everyone approaching.

The Magic Treasure Pavilion is like a huge treasure warehouse, which stores a large number of treasures accumulated by the Magic Treasure Building over thousands of years.

Among them, there are extremely sharp weapons, flashing with cold light, each of which exudes a captivating atmosphere, as if telling the glory and killing of the past;

There are treasures with various functions and extraordinary magical radiances, emitting colorful lights and containing ancient and powerful powers;

There are also some rare materials in the world that exudes a strange luster, which is the crystallization of nature for thousands of years and a rare thing that is hard to find.

Ling Xiao was like an agile wild cat, passing through corridors, bypassing groups of guards, and quietly came here. Outside the Magic Treasure Pavilion, there was a small house, which looked a little old and radiated.

The vicissitudes of time.

Inside the cottage, an old man was sitting on a cushion, his eyes closed, and he was practicing quietly. His breathing was even and deep, as if he was integrated with the surrounding air.

This old man is also a famous elder in the Magic Tower. He is also a high-level strongman in the Baoyuan Realm. His status is very important in the Magic Tower. He is responsible for guarding the Magic Tower and is one of the thirteen demons of the Magic Tower. He is called Bao

magic.

The body of the demon exudes a powerful and restrained aura, like a towering mountain, which makes people intimidate. Compared with the demon of swords, this demon is stronger, and his strength is unfathomable, and he can stir up storms in every move.

It is as difficult as climbing to the sky if Ling Xiao wants to take him down.

What's more, once he takes action here, he will definitely make a lot of noise and will definitely expose his whereabouts. Once exposed, many masters in the Magic Tower will inevitably siege him immediately. By then, he will not only be unable to enter the Magic Treasure Pavilion to obtain treasures,

It is very likely to fall into a state of endless doom.

He was naturally not that stupid and would not make such an impulsive choice easily. He hid quietly in the dark, his eyes flashing with the light of thinking, and began to plan a more appropriate solution.

A little, Ling Xiao looked cold, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sneer full of mockery and confidence. He took a deep breath and suddenly there was a strange light flowing around his body. These lights were like agile snake-shaped lines, wrapping around his body.
Chapter completed!