Starting from the Abandoned Disciple in Laoshan

Chapter 303 Cultivation has no reason at all
In front of Emperor Xuan's tomb, Shen Mo turned to Shenhou with his hands behind his back.

Shenhou only felt a burst of pressure like a mountain, overwhelming.

Obviously the opposite is the top genius of the Taoist sect, but for some reason, four words appeared in his mind-"Magic power is overwhelming".

Shen Mo stared at Shenhou with deep eyes, "Why, don't you dare to make a move?"

The tone was arrogant to the extreme.

Faced with Shen Mo's unrelenting majestic aura, Shenhou felt a little hesitant and regretful after his cruel words, but was completely irritated by Shen Mo's words.

The anger did not make him lose his mind, but turned into a sharp sword, cutting off all distracting thoughts in his heart.

Shenhou changed for it.

He seemed to have turned into a divine weapon with peerless sharpness. At this moment, the sharp blade was out of its sheath, dazzling and invincible.

There was also heavy snow falling around Shen Mo's body.

Snow drifts.

The cold and ruthless snowflakes weave a legal domain that belongs exclusively to Shen Mo.

And the black water spread on the ground, full of weirdness, darkness, and despair.

The contrast between the white snow and the black water is simply unpredictable and frightening.

Shenhou didn't care, his people, his strength, completely turned into an unstoppable sharp sword.The peerless sharp blade rose up.

The sword energy spans thirty thousand miles, and the light of a sword colds nineteen states.

Only such verses are worthy of the sword of God and Hou who gave up his life and forgets himself.

The essence of this sword is still above the realm of Shenhou himself.

It is the spirit of ghosts and gods in him.

At this moment, Shenhou exerted a combat power beyond his own limit.

A sword swung down.

In an instant, the sky and the earth were darkened, and the deep darkness at the bottom of the Valley of Myriad Tribulations was boiling.Countless sword glows emerged, pouring down like a river falling to the ground.

Shen Mo's whole body was swallowed by the sword light.

Neither the snow nor the black water on the ground could stop this sword.

It really is a long river of sword energy!
Majestic, mighty!
The sword chant continued, and Shen Mo's body was still inside the sword glow, which couldn't be seen clearly from the outside.

The Iron Shoulder Goddess is already far away, and the scattered aftermath will not hurt her, and will be used by her.

It took a long time for the fog of confusion caused by Shenhou Jueshi's sword to subside.

Shenhou didn't make another sword strike.

His eyes were full of despair.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, Shen Mo stood tall, with his hands behind his back, and quietly looked at Shenhou.He didn't even have a single wound.

In fact, it was originally there, and Shen Mo healed it by the time the smoke and dust cleared.

The pitch-black uniform was also repaired completely.

Shen Mo looked at Shenhou calmly and indifferently: "How is it, poor Taoist is talking big?"

Murder and kill!
If Shen Mo and Shenhou fought for dozens of rounds and beat Shenhou to shame, the effect would never be as shocking as it is now.

Before Shen Mo could make a single move, Shenhou was completely defeated.

If it were any peerless master, he would be terrified, and it would be difficult to give birth to the heart to compete with Shen Mo.

This will be a lifetime of demons, and it will be difficult to let go.

Shen Mo's sentence "How about it, the poor man is talking big" is more of a supplementary knife, completely destroying Shenhou's already fragile defense.

Shenhou looked up to the sky and sighed: "Yes, even your master may not be able to compare with you."

In fact, Shenhou also understood one thing at this moment.

Shenhou is good at defense instinctively, relying on his own ghosts and gods, his skills are unparalleled, and his body is flesh and blood, almost close to the body of a god.If Shen Mo took the initiative to attack, he would defend with all his strength, so he might not be unable to take the next move.

But he chose to attack.

In this way, he gave up his greatest advantage.

But how could he have imagined that the blow with all his strength would not cause any substantial damage to Shen Mo.

Even if he defends with all his strength, losing is only a matter of time.

It's just that the damage to his heart will never be as big as it is now.

No matter how he thinks now, he is looking for excuses to comfort himself.

Shen Mo smiled lightly, walked past Shenhou calmly, picked three dead incense sticks, and threw them to Shenni with his backhand.

He turned his back to Shenhou and faced Xuanhuang's tomb.

For masters of the same level, this kind of back-to-back undoubtedly exposed a flaw to the opponent.In a fight between masters, a single flaw can be fatal.

But Shen Mo turned his back on Shenhou, but Shenhou didn't have the courage to make a move at all.

He was completely intimidated by Shen Mo.

What's more, Shen Mo's actions showed how monstrous his magic power is, and it showed that he completely controlled the mentality of the Lord of Death.

Shen Mo stared deeply at Emperor Xuan's tomb, "Three days later, Pindao hopes that you will take me to explore this emperor's tomb. If you don't want to, or intend to play tricks, then Pindao will have no choice but to be polite."

As he spoke, his figure instantly disappeared in Shenhou's induction.

The nun held the dead man's incense and smiled slightly at Shenhou: "In the past three days, the owner of the village should think carefully. It is not easy to practice."

Shenhou almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, but he still held back.

He didn't expect that he would be involved in a contest.

When Shen Mo left just now, it showed that the other party had mastered a magical power similar to shrinking the ground to an inch. Even if Shenhou wanted to escape, facing such a magical power, where could he escape?

Can't win, can't run, that's his current situation.

And Shen Mo gave him three days to convince him, and even acquiesced that Shenhou could send someone to ask for help and rescue soldiers.

What a confidence this is.

...

...

Came to the tavern opened by Honggu.

Shen Mo cut straight to the point and went straight to Hong Gu.

"I am Shen Mo, Changqingzi's disciple."

"I have defeated the owner of the Ghost Villa, and you can enter and exit the Valley of Myriad Tribulations at will."

Shen Mo went straight to Hong Gu.

Hong Gu couldn't help but tremble.

It was really Shen Mo's words that had too much impact, and she needed to digest them.

After a while, she finally recovered, "Where's your master?"

"Of course it's in Laoshan."

A trace of resentment flashed in Honggu's eyes, but she quickly said calmly: "At least he still has a little conscience and remembers my affairs. It's just that I didn't expect you to come so soon. I thought I would have to wait another ten years. It’s just that you came early, and the Sin Sword was not born that day.”

Shen Mo smiled: "It's okay, I can make it come out soon. Without further ado, let's go to the altar of the Wu clan."

This time Shen Mo is familiar with the road.

Hong Gu: "It seems that your master has told you everything. But if you are not in a hurry, I would like to confirm your identity again."

"No, if you don't believe him, you can always trust the old nun. Concubine Mei."

The Iron Shoulder Goddess walked into the tavern.

Hong Gu recognized God Nun Tie Jian, "Since it's your old man, then I have no reason to have any doubts."

Tie Jian Shennun is one of the four sages of Buddhism, monks do not lie, let alone there is no reason to lie to her.It's just that Honggu was very puzzled, how could this Shen Mo be able to defeat Shenhou at such a young age.

Simply incredible.

However, she was born in the witch clan, and she has a lineage of witches and gods, so she has a strong ability to bear such incredible things.

In ancient times, there were still born celestial beings, so who can reason?
Cultivation is a matter of no reason at all.

So Shen Mo, Shenni and Honggu went to the altar of the Wu clan, preparing to let Tian Sin be born.

(End of this chapter)