Brother Tong sighed, "It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that we will fight side by side in the future, and you will stay with me and enjoy things that you can't even dream of."
Mo Wuji's mind swept over and saw that Ji Li was still recovering from his injuries, and then he said with confidence, "I don't know you, but someone knows you."
Before Mo Wuji could take Huan Tiao out to identify him, Brother Tong chuckled and said, "It's better not to recognize me, so as not to scare you to death."
Mo Wuji shook his head, "He's just a saint, he's worthy of scaring me to death. You think too highly of yourself, old man. Oh, I made a mistake. He should be just a former saint."
"Who are you?" Hearing Mo Wuji's words, Brother Tong suddenly straightened his back, and his stooped waist suddenly straightened up.
A tall man nearly two meters tall appeared in front of Mo Wuji and Lian Ji. Where was the same old Tong brother who was hunched over and about to die of old age?
The violent domain aura swept over, and the killing force was everywhere. Mo Wuji groaned, and the whirlpool domain also spread out, and the aura of rules attached to his domain, blocking out Brother Tong's domain.
At the same time, Lian Ji felt that his whole body was lazily. Not to mention his divine energy, even his divine thoughts could not be stretched out.
"Are you okay?" Brother Tong looked at Mo Wuji in shock. After drinking his Heartbroken Man Zai Tianya, you are still okay? This is something that even a saint cannot do.
Immediately, all the rules of the space around Brother Tong suddenly became chaotic, and an even more terrifying killing force locked this space.
Anyone who recognizes him will not be able to escape from here alive. What's more, he is a guy who drinks his heart-broken body and is fine in the end of the world?
"Fellow Daoist Mo, I'm sorry, I've caused trouble to you again." Lian Ji sighed inwardly. He never thought that Brother Tong was such an insidious villain, hiding in this corner and plotting against people who had nothing to do with him.
people.
Mo Wuji waved his hand to signal Lian Ji not to worry, then raised his hand to grab Huan Tiao from the mortal world, "Huan Tiao, help me identify who this guy is?"
"You're actually better?" Huan Tiao didn't pay attention to Brother Tong at all, but stared at Mo Wuji as if he had seen a ghost.
He really couldn't understand that the guy who was hit by the nail-headed book and was entangled by the nail-headed book could recover in such a short time. This was absolutely impossible. Even if he found the soul-breaking pen, he wouldn't be able to recover in such a short time.
It will be better so quickly.
Mo Wuji snorted, "I'm not asking you to mind my business, I'm asking you to identify who this old man is?"
Old man? Saint Huantiao looked at Brother Tong, who was nearly two meters tall and looked fierce. Is this guy an old man?
Before Saint Huan Ti recognized Tong Ge, Brother Tong recognized Saint Huan Ti. He murmured in shock, "Are you Huan Ti? Saint Huan Ti?"
"That's right, I'm Huanxi..." After saying a few words, Huanxi finally recognized Brother Tong, and then said, "Who did I say it was? It turned out to be Saint Tongming. I knew you weren't
He would die so quickly, and he is indeed like this now."
"Huantiao, what are you?" After learning Huantiao's identity, Tongming became truly horrified. The saint was imprisoned by Mo Wuji and carried in his hands. When did such a ruthless person appear in the universe?
Saint Huantiao smiled bitterly and said, "What do you think I am doing?"
Mo Wuji grabbed Huan Tiao's hand like he was holding a chicken, what else could he do?
"So you are Saint Tongming." Mo Wuji raised his hand and threw Saint Huan Ming into the immortal world. At the same time, the Half-Moon Heavy Halberd swept out, "My favorite thing is to collect Saints. Now that I have met them, I have offended them.
I, then..."
"Wait a minute..." If he hadn't known that Mo Wuji had imprisoned Huantiao, Tong Ming would never have asked Mo Wuji to wait.
But now, he was no longer sure of killing Mo Wuji.
"If you have something to say, just say it, if you have something to say, don't say it!" Mo Wuji's domain swept out, and the Shenshenluo continued to outline the void formation.
This time, it was the saint who provoked him first, so naturally he would not be polite.
"Fellow Daoist Mo, you were able to imprison Saint Huan Ti, which shows that your strength is absolutely extraordinary. Maybe we can cooperate." Tong Ming cupped his fists and said in a sincere tone.
After saying that, he opened his hand and rolled it up, and a mysterious aura was drawn away from Lian Ji. Lian Ji jumped up and shouted loudly, "Fellow Daoist Mo, my poison is gone."
Mo Wuji nodded, a little surprised by Tong Ming's move. Before negotiating terms, Lian Ji's poison was removed first. Although Lian Ji's poison was in his eyes, it only took a few breaths to remove it, which also showed that
Understand the attitude of the saint who understands the underworld.
"Fellow Daoist Mo, in order to express my apology, I will first take out some good wine to make amends." Tong Ming raised his hand and another cyan wine pot appeared on the table, and then he took the initiative to fill it up for Mo Wuji and Lian Ji.
After a glass of wine, he raised his glass and said, "I'll do it first as a token of respect."
After saying this, Tongming drank it all in one gulp.
Even though Ji was still a little hesitant, Mo Wuji didn't care at all and picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
A mellow aura penetrated the whole body. Mo Wuji was a holy body refiner, and he felt that his whole body was full of joy and relaxation. He could even feel that if he practiced for a while, his strength would reach higher levels.
.
The strong aroma of wine spread, and the whole room was filled with the aroma of wine.
After finishing a glass of wine, before Mo Wuji could speak, Tong Ming said, "Fellow Daoist Mo, I'm poisoning here to find some strong men. I don't have any bad intentions, I just hope to find some helpers in the future.
That’s all.”
Mo Wuji sarcastically said, "You are a saint and a god. How many helpers do you need? Do you still need such underhanded tactics?"
Tong Ming smiled self-deprecatingly, "Saint? Haha, among all the saints, I am probably the one who makes people laugh the most. Because I am the unlucky guy who was framed by a god-like ant and died."
Even Ji was so nervous that he didn't speak after hearing the word saint. He had also heard of saints. They were beings who had the status of gods and stood at the pinnacle of the universe. With every move they made, they controlled the life and death of hundreds of millions of creatures.
He never thought that a saint could sit at the same table and drink wine with him.
Mo Wuji frowned slightly, how could a Heshen frame a saint? Even a saint like He Huansi, who was nailed by the Seven Buddha Shovel and suffered severe injuries, was not something that an ordinary Heshen could frame, right?
"Are you doubting how I was harmed by a Heshen ant? In fact, there is no need to doubt that it was indeed the Heshen who harmed me, but the one who really took action was that old man Luo Xu." Tong Ming gritted his teeth and said bitterly.
"Junior Brother Mo, you saved me again this time." Ji Li's clear voice came, without any smell of fireworks.
Mo Wuji stood up and said with a smile, "It looks like Ji Bingtianzhu is really good. Senior Sister Ji and Fellow Daoist Lian, we can go."
Seeing that Ji Li had recovered her Dantian, Mo Wuji didn't bother to argue with Tong Ming. Besides, he also knew that even if he wanted to teach Tong Ming a lesson, the outcome would be unknown.
Hearing that Mo Wuji was planning to leave, Tong Ming became anxious and shouted quickly, "Fellow Daoist Mo, you must listen to what I have to say before I speak."
Mo Wuji's face darkened and he said coldly, "Tongming, because my senior sister borrowed your place to heal her injuries, I don't bother to argue with you about poisoning me and my friends. If you still want to be ungrateful, don't
I blame you for being rude."
Tong Ming is a saint. Mo Wuji doesn't want to know what he is hiding in this place. If this guy wants to pester him, then do it. Even if he is a little worse than Tong Ming, he is definitely limited, so he doesn't want to do it at all.
Fear of the underworld.
"I know the secret of the saint. If I'm not wrong, with your strength and the life of Hongmeng, if Luo Xu doesn't chase you, I will be blind even if you are in the underworld. As long as you and Luo Xu
If there is a war, then we will be friends." Tong Ming said in a deep voice.
Mo Wuji stopped. He had no doubts about becoming a quasi-sage. With his mortal way and the pile of cultivation resources on his body, it was only a matter of time before he wanted to become a quasi-sage. But for a saint, he
Still a little blurry.
Huan Tiao, a saint who was fucked to the point of losing all his strength, is so terrifying. You can imagine how strong the real saint is. Tongming knows the secret of the saint, so he can listen.
"I know you are very strong. You must be in the early stage of Heshen right now, right? You can easily kill Liu Wan with the strength of the early stage of Heshen, which shows that your Tao is very amazing. When you enter the quasi-sage in the future, you can be said to be
The number one person under the Saint. But what I want to tell you is that even if you reach the pinnacle of Quasi-Saint, you cannot compete with the Saint. If you want to deal with Luo Xu, you must ask for my help."
When Tong Ming said this, Mo Wuji turned around. He didn't believe it. With his mortal way, it was impossible for him to be no match for a saint after reaching the pinnacle of a quasi-sage.
Tong Ming took a breath and tried to slow down his tone and said, "I am telling the truth. You have no idea how strong the saints who have the status of gods are. They are so strong that they make you despair. If you compare the universe where they live,
Turning into a palm, you and I are all in the palm of the saint and cannot jump out. If you are willing to cooperate with me, I am willing to swear that I will never harm you, and until you grow up, I can still..."
Mo Wuji waved his hand and interrupted Tong Ming, "You can cooperate with me. Just stay with me. You are not the only one beside me anyway."
Letting Tong Ming follow him was not because Mo Wuji believed Tong Ming's words. He was still sure that as long as he reached the pinnacle of quasi-sage, he would not be afraid of being a saint. Having Tong Ming by his side would purely increase his immediate combat effectiveness.
Tong Ming laughed and said, "Friend Daoist Mo, even if I am killed immediately, I will not hand over my soul mark. If you are really unwilling to cooperate, then let it go."
Mo Wuji chuckled, "Who wants your soul imprint? As you said, everyone is just cooperating. Since it is cooperation, of course there is a person in charge, and I will be the person in charge. If you agree, just follow me.
If you don't agree, just break up."
"I agree." Almost as soon as Mo Wuji finished speaking, Tong Ming agreed with Mo Wuji's words.
(That’s it for today’s update, good night, friends!)