Divine Cultivation System

"Old four, old five, old seven, you go to Xiumomeng to find Elder Xu immediately, tell him that we have encountered something here, and ask him to invite two sages to come over." Mo Shanmu ordered several people.

Please two sages?

The three elders were taken aback.

They all felt the head's fear of Qin Shaofeng.

But in their eyes, Qin Shaofeng is just a martial artist at the peak of True Monarch Hongmeng, even if he has some ability, it is impossible for the entire Magic Mountain faction to be helpless.

Who would have thought that things would be like this?

To deal with that kid, you actually need to go to the Xiumomeng to find two strong men in the realm of sages.

This really stunned them.

"Not going soon?"

Seeing that they didn't intend to move, Mo Shanmu shouted angrily.

The three of them didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and hurriedly flew towards the northeast.

Only then did Mo Shanmu speed up to catch up with Qin Shaofeng's footsteps, landed, and walked quietly beside Qin Shaofeng.

For those who didn't know, they thought it was a pair of Wangnian friends hanging out.

Dozens of powerful members of the Magic Mountain faction were overwhelmed by the scene in front of them.

"Although I seldom go out these few years, I know a lot about the young strong men on the mainland, so I don't know who my little friend is?" Mo Shanmu took the initiative to ask.

"Huh? You still want to find a place?"

Qin Shaofeng raised his eyebrows and said, "I know what's behind you, so you just need to know what to follow

Just do what I want, and even if I tell you my name, it seems like you can really find me. "

"Would you like to hear more about it?" Mo Shanmu was not angry at all.

"Why should I tell you?"

Qin Shaofeng tilted his head, and said angrily, "Why are you so troublesome, little old man? I have given you a chance to call for rescue, but I have given you enough face. If you really want Master to do it, you little old man This little Magic Mountain faction can't stop me."

"That's true."

Mo Shanmu coughed a few times.

But as if he didn't hear any threats, he asked again: "I don't know if the little friend suddenly came to our Magic Mountain faction to stop us from expanding in a certain way, or to control something that shouldn't be controlled?" matter?"

"the latter."

Qin Shaofeng knew that he would definitely ask such a question, and there was no need to hide it.

"Understood, my friend, please come here."

Mo Shanmu personally led Qin Shaofeng to the depths of the Mo Shan sect.

Under his personal arrangement, a luxurious banquet was served soon.

Mo Shanmu seemed to know Qin Shaofeng's preferences.

He even personally ordered that two of the most beautiful female disciples of the Moshan Sect be called over, and asked the two disciples to serve Qin Shaofeng to drink.

Looking at the unwilling expressions of the two female disciples.

Qin Shaofeng kept raising his brows, as if he was also very fond of the two of them.

It's like being unhappy, but it's like wanting to drive it away, but I'm afraid I can't find a better one.

The strange expressions made Mo Shanmu, who thought he had a vicious vision, sneered endlessly.

This kid is really interesting, and his vision is really high.

He is clearly a hungry ghost.

To think that these two female disciples of our Magic Mountain Sect are not beautiful enough is really despised.

But such a person can also make good friends.

With his potential, it is not impossible to become a sage, even enter the Xiumomeng, and become a high-level executive of the Xiumeng.

Once you grasp his weakness, and when he grows up, there will be good ways to ask him for help.

As a sect master, he can see these things very clearly.

It took more than two hours for a banquet.

The moment Qin Shaofeng was drunk and sent back to the room by the two female disciples, the two female disciples hurried away as if they were afraid that he would turn into some kind of creature.

Qin Shaofeng didn't care about it.

Wait a moment.

A few more people from the Devil Mountain Sect brought him the spirit fruit and elixir that he had already ordered at the banquet.

Take a short break.

He asked Qicai to help observe the surrounding situation, and then began to refine the sixth ruthless divine pattern with the elixir sent by the people of the Moshanmu.

The ruthless divine pattern is relatively gentle, but when the divine pattern of body cultivation does not appear, it cannot be stopped during the cultivation process.

Case.

When he is cultivating here.

Not long ago, Mo Shanmu had a gentle expression on his face, but his expression began to turn cold.

Qin Shaofeng was drunk and sent back to the guest room, his consciousness was always paying attention.

Although when Qin Shaofeng was practicing, he felt Qin Shaofeng's spiritual exploration and took his spiritual consciousness back, but he can be sure that Qin Shaofeng did not leave the guest room, nor did he detect his spiritual consciousness.

Only then did he walk towards a small courtyard in the farthest corner of the Magic Mountain Sect.

The small courtyard looks dilapidated, but it is protected by extremely powerful divine patterns.

After entering the hut on the side of the small courtyard.

Mo Shanmu's figure suddenly disappeared.

The moment the hut was closed.

A gap suddenly opened in the ground at the center of the hut.

Mo Shanmu jumped down directly, and the ground slowly closed up.

The figure fell all the way.

Frightened, there are thousands of meters away, I am afraid that I have already gone to the ground

The position finally landed.

Under this deep crack, there is actually a huge space, and an underground river is rushing.

And in a corner by the river, there was a scrawny man sitting.

Like a skeleton.

This person is skinny and boned, and his clothes have decayed, and his heartbeat and breathing fluctuate in the slightest.

If you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all.

is a living person.

Mo Shanmu walked slowly to the skeleton, his expression became colder and colder.

One person, with a skinny skeleton, stood silently for a long time.

Mo Shan Mucai sat in front of the skeleton in the same way, raised his left hand, and stroked his skinny forehead.

The original power flickered.

His Nirvana power, which he had been unable to display for a long time, suddenly fluctuated wildly.

He sat there all night.

When he opened his eyes, he couldn't help but sighed deeply.

"It still doesn't work. This kind of progress is really too slow. The old man's lifespan is at most 3,300 years. I really don't know if it is enough. It seems that I really need to thank that kid."

"Tsk tsk, the mountain has been sealed for ten thousand years."

"If it weren't for worrying that the bastards from the Xiumomeng would notice the problem, I would really wish to agree to your request directly."

"I hope you guys can work harder. Even if you don't win the ten thousand year requirement, don't lose in the third game. The one thousand year mountain closure time is too short, it's not enough!"

Mo Shanmu sighed deeply.

Then he stood up slowly and walked towards the crack again.

This place is too far away from the ground.

Moreover, the seal of the divine pattern near the hut on the ground is too strong, even Qicai didn't deliberately check here.

Otherwise, he would really be taken aback by Mo Shanmu's plan.

(end of this chapter)