The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 136
There is an old small courtyard in front, about two to three hundred square meters, with an old atmosphere, it seems that no one has lived in it for a long time.

But the sound came from the small yard, so it shouldn't be wrong.

"Master, let me go inside first to investigate." Sword Spirit said suddenly.

Mo Huasong nodded slightly, and it was still okay for the sword spirit to go in and investigate.

"Whoosh." A white light burst into it, and after a few breaths, the sword spirit flew back.

"Master, there is no one inside." The sword spirit entered Mo Huasong's body.

Just now, Sword Spirit killed a lot of enemies and consumed some energy, so he needs to come back to rest.

And it doesn't know what danger it will encounter for a while, so it can't let the owner have an accident.

There is no strong person here in the Mukong faction, but it is strange.

Mo Huasong was prompted by the sword spirit, and immediately walked into the small courtyard.

The yard is yellowed and there is no green plant, which makes people feel strange.

"Old man, where are you?" Mo Huasong deliberately loudly provoked: "Do you think you can escape by being a coward?"

At this time, there was no sound. The old master had been making sound just now, leading Mo Huasong into this small courtyard.

But when Mo Huasong came in, he never made a sound.

"Master, maybe he's not here anymore." Sword Spirit reminded.

Mo Huasong's heart moved, and the small black knife in his hand slashed forward.

"Boom."

The pillar on the right fell, and the house followed suit.

Hmph, trying to trick me into it?It's not that easy, as long as I knock down the house, any mechanism or formation will be destroyed.Mo Huasong thought to himself.

But at this moment, the ground suddenly moved.

"No, there is a problem with the ground." Mo Huasong yelled, and when he was about to fly outside, the ground suddenly opened, and Mo Huasong, who was standing on the ground, fell down.

When Mo Huasong wanted to fly up, he found that the top was closed, and then bursts of cold light shot towards him.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh." It was a hidden weapon, at least dozens of them, all shot at Mo Huasong.

"Hahaha, little bastard, you are dead." The old master's voice came out again.

This time, Mo Huasong discovered that the sound came out through special processing of the loudspeaker.

Because this kind of loudspeaker is of good quality, it can only be heard as fake at close range.

Mo Huasong sneered, the true energy in his body exploded, and at the same time, the black ghost fire burst out, covering Mo Huasong like a layer of black gauze.

The black ghost fire seems to be stronger now, it has been separated from the sword spirit and can act alone.

When those hidden weapons shot at Mo Huasong, just when they touched the black ghost fire, they disappeared like water into the sea.

This nigga is actually not bad, it can help him as a shield.

It's just that if you want to turn it into a protective shield and cover his whole body, it's still much weaker.

But it is enough to deal with those hidden weapons.

After burning the hidden weapon, Mo Huasong fell to the ground lightly.

The pit was not very deep, about ten meters long, but very wide, about ten meters in diameter. No wonder Mo Huasong would fall down as soon as he entered the yard.

It is estimated that this small courtyard is used by old masters to frame opponents, deliberately attract people in, and then turn off the engine to make opponents fall.

As for the hidden weapons just now, if Mo Huasong hadn't had the support, they would have been shot by the hidden weapons.

The hidden weapon on the ground glowed blue, probably poisoned.

"Hey, little bastard, are you dead? Why didn't I hear your scream?" The old master asked strangely.

One must know that there were so many volleys of hidden weapons just now, if Mo Huasong was shot, he would definitely scream something.

But the strange thing is that there was no sound at all, as if Mo Huasong didn't fall just now.

Mo Huasong looked at the distance from the bottom of the pit to the ground, disapproved, and sneered, "I'm so old, how could I die? It seems that your tricks are exhausted, and it's time for me to kill you."

This old master of the Mukong School must be hiding in a certain building. As long as he destroys all the buildings, the other party will not be able to hide.

"Impossible, why are you fine?" the old master screamed. "I found someone to design it. Those hidden weapons are fired in all directions. No matter where you hide, you will be shot."

Mo Huasong sneered: "How can those hidden weapons of yours hurt me? Now you are dead."

"Little bastard, I didn't expect that you still have a little bit of ability, so I have to resort to the last trick, and I will die with you." The old master let out a hysterical cry.

"The last move? Die with me?" Mo Huasong's expression became serious.

It's not that he is afraid of old masters, but who knows if such a person who has lived for so long will have any cards?

Like last time, the star gate elder made a black will-o'-the-wisp out. If it wasn't for Mo Huasong's luck, he might have been finished.

"Master, get out of here quickly." Sword Spirit shouted.

It was only a dozen meters away, and Mo Huasong had a small black knife in his hand and a black ghost fire to help him. He could break through even if there was an iron wall above and fly to it.

Mo Huasong nodded secretly, he couldn't stay here, lest something else happen.

Just when Mo Huasong was about to charge up, the vicious voice of the old master sounded again. "Little bastard, no matter how powerful you are, you will be burned to death by Yan Xinghuo."

Originally, Mo Huasong had already flew up, but when he heard the old master's words, he immediately returned to the ground slowly.

"You mean Yan Xinghuo?" Mo Huasong's face showed an unconcealable excitement.

Yan Xinghuo is a type of Earth Fire. Although it is not very evil, it is really rare to appear on an interface like Earth.

"Yeah, are you scared? Hahaha." The old master didn't see the ecstasy on Mo Huasong's face, thinking that his voice changed because of his fear.

"If it wasn't for this spark, my lifespan would have come to an end early." The old master smiled triumphantly. "Anyway, I don't have a few years to live. To kill you today with this flame spark is also to avenge the Mukong faction. In this way, our children of the Mukong faction can live. After decades, the Mukong faction The party will be great again."

Mo Huasong nodded desperately: "Yes, I am very scared. But you don't need to scare me, you can't have Yan Xinghuo, I will leave here now, I will go out and kill you."

Hahaha, God help me too.

I was looking for the ground fire to refine the black ghost fire in my body. I didn't expect to come to the Mukong sect to take revenge, and I was so lucky to meet this kind of ground fire, which is rare in a century.

Now Mo Huasong was afraid that the old master would not release Yan Xinghuo, so he deliberately provoked him.

It's strange, why didn't he sense the existence of the ground fire when he came to the small courtyard just now?
It seems that the old master used some kind of restraint method to control Yan Xinghuo.

Now if the old master wanted to release Yan Xinghuo, he would not have the strength to take it back.

As soon as the flames come out, if no one controls them, not only this small courtyard, but even the Mukong faction may be burned down.

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