"Your mission is completed, you can go back." Molin turned around and said to the driver who drove him here.
Then, he followed the traces left by Shen Zhuo.
The journey was smooth, just an ordinary mountain road. Mo Lin paid attention to the traces Shen Zhuo left when he walked from time to time. Although he was a little slower, he followed him closely.
The mountain is not high. Mo Lin quickly followed the traces to the top of the mountain. What caught his eyes was a large lake. Almost the entire top of the mountain was just a trail. He also saw Shen Zhuo not far away with a man. The men were facing each other and seemed to be talking about something.
Fortunately, the place where he stood was relatively private and he could vaguely hear their conversation.
"Mr. Shen, have you got what I want?"
"Of course, look what this is." Shen Zhuo took out the Snake Spirit Bead, which glowed faintly in the black night like a luminous pearl.
The mysterious man nodded and said with great satisfaction: "Yes, it is the Snake Spirit Pearl."
"What about what I want?" Shen Zhuo stretched out his hand and asked in a deep voice.
The mysterious man took out a scroll, handed it to him, and said, "This is what you want."
"You won't lie to me, just give me a fake picture." Shen Zhuo looked at the man in front of him carefully.
"Hahaha, Mr. Shen, do you have any other choice but to believe in me now?" The mysterious man sneered: "The Snake Spirit Pearl is in your hands now, I am bound to win it today!"
As soon as he said this, Shen Zhuo immediately took a few steps back and looked at this mysterious man warily.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. If I do, I won't talk nonsense to you." The mysterious man continued: "I have no evidence to prove the authenticity of this picture, but I can guarantee that it is definitely not Fake, over the past 3,600 years, I have seen too many people just like you, Mr. Shen, and they all regained their lives here."
Three thousand six hundred years!
Mo Lin couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this sentence in the distance. What this mysterious man said was really shocking. Did he really live for 3,600 years?
Is he a trained monster like the snake god? No, this is unlikely...
"I'd better remind you that what you want to do is not going to be all right with this picture. There will still be dangers. You should take care of yourself."
After saying that, the mysterious man stretched out his hand, and the Snake Spirit Pearl was in his hand in the blink of an eye. He also threw the picture in his hand to Shen Zhuo, and then walked slowly into the lake.
Mo Lin was a little far away and couldn't see the mysterious man's face and back clearly, so he had to give up. However, he always had an uneasy feeling in his heart. He always felt that this matter was not simple, especially the mysterious man. He couldn't do it despite all his efforts. There must be some conspiracy to get the Snake Spirit Pearl.
Shen Zhuo was stunned for a while by the lake, then sighed and walked back.
Along the way, Shen Zhuo was so preoccupied that he just walked without noticing that he had already circled the mountain three times.
Suddenly, he stopped and seemed to realize something was wrong. He looked around and cursed: "How dare that blind thing block my way!"
He pinched a spell and shouted: "Broken!"
This simple psychedelic formation was easily broken by Shen Zhuo. At this moment, Mo Lin quickly rushed out from behind a tree while he was not paying attention. He held a knife in his hand and made three moves at the same time. In two steps, Shen Zhuo's hand holding the painting was severely scratched.
Shen Zhuo felt pain and relaxed his hands slightly. The painting he had just exchanged for the Snake Spirit Pearl was actually taken away by Mo Lin!
"You...why is it you!"
Shen Zhuo was shocked when he saw Mo Lin: "You...you didn't die in Snake Mountain!"
"How could I die so easily?" Mo Lin said in a deep voice, "Who was that person just now? What is this?"
"Stop meddling in other people's business and give me the scroll!"
Shen Zhuo roared angrily and rushed forward to grab the scroll in Mo Lin's hand. Mo Lin kicked Shen Zhuo back several steps.
Shen Zhuo only had that picture in his eyes now, and he had no intention of fighting with Mo Lin, so Mo Lin kicked him with his hand. However, Shen Zhuo also reacted immediately. He knew that Mo Lin was not easily defeated. Yes, if he doesn't take it seriously, he won't even think about taking it.
Back to the scroll.
"Okay, the poisonous snakes on Snake Mountain failed to kill you, I will personally send you on your way today!" Shen Zhuo said angrily.
He picked up the magic formula and muttered a few words. The air around him suddenly became cold. Mo Lin clearly felt that there were dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him. No need to ask, it must be Shen Zhuozhao. A bunch of ghosts are coming.
"call out!"
Soon, a group of ghosts attacked, and countless wandering ghosts rushed towards Mo Lin. Mo Lin did not panic at all. He took out his mahogany sword and beat back a ghost with one sword. After all, these were ordinary ghosts, not high-level ghosts. Although there are many evil spirit ghosts with strong evil intentions, Mo Lin is more than enough to deal with them.
A black shadow flashed through the group of ghosts. Mo Lin didn't pay attention and was scratched on the shoulder by the black shadow.
Suddenly, Mo Lin felt that the blood in his body had coagulated and he felt cold all over. He looked at the wound again and found that it was obviously scratched by a sword. Only then did he realize that Shen Zhuo had disappeared. He had just been focusing on dealing with these wandering ghosts, but Ignoring Shen Zhuo's presence, this sword wound was definitely caused by the Ghost Han Sword.
Mo Lin glanced at the wandering ghosts around him and found that their attacks were not chaotic, but very orderly. There were about forty ghosts here. Every time they attacked him, they seemed not to hurt themselves, but to disturb him. His sight thus gave Shen Zhuo, who was secretly there, a chance to attack him.
Just as Mo Lin was thinking, the ghosts attacked again. This time, like last time, Shen Zhuo must be hiding among the ghosts. He had read in a book that the evil spell used by Shen Zhuo seemed to be called ghost concealment. The sorcery is a technique that completely hides one's body shape and popularity, completely blends into the wandering ghost, and secretly attacks the enemy.
As for how to crack it, Mo Lin didn't remember, but it didn't matter. He already had a way to deal with Shen Zhuo in his mind.
More and more ghosts were walking around. Mo Lin raised the scroll in his hand and shouted: "Shen Zhuo, I have to admit that I am not your opponent, but you have put a lot of effort into this scroll, I don't think so." You’ll get it!”
As he spoke, Mo Lin opened the scroll and threw it into the air. The scroll spread randomly in the air. It was five or six meters long by visual inspection. A stream of karma fire shot out from Mo Lin's hand, approaching the scroll.
Now Shen Zhuo couldn't sit still no matter what. He jumped out of the cover of the ghosts and jumped into the air, letting the Ghost Han Sword block the scroll. The huge Yin Qi of the Ghost Han Sword successfully blocked the karma fire, but he His figure was also completely exposed to Molin's eyes.
Naturally, Mo Lin would not miss this opportunity. He had determined early on the importance of this picture to Shen Zhuo, and he would never let himself ruin it like this.
Mo Lin held the peach wood sword and stabbed at Shen Zhuo. Shen Zhuo glared at Mo Lin, and the Ghost Han Sword met Mo Lin's peach wood sword without mercy.
In Shen Zhuo's view, the Taomu Sword is just an ordinary Taoist magic weapon, but his Ghost Han Sword was carefully refined by him. All the materials used to make the sword are extremely sinister and evil, and every once in a while he will He would also capture some unlucky ghosts and evil spirit-level evil spirits to sacrifice to the sword to ensure that the Taiyin energy of the Ghost Cold Sword would never dissipate. The Taomu Sword could not be compared with the Ghost Cold Sword at all. He thought that Mo Lin didn't know this. One point, I will definitely be able to kill him.
Seeing the Taomu Sword being cut off by the Ghost Han Sword, Shen Zhuo had a winner's smile on his face, and he even began to think about how to torture Mo Lin. He almost destroyed the scroll just now, and even scratched his own hand. We must not take advantage of this kid.
However, what Shen Zhuo didn't expect was that after the Taomu Sword was cut off, Mo Lin's left hand was still holding an iron sword, and the Taoist Gang Qi on the iron sword was extremely strong, which was incompatible with the Yin and Evil spirit of the Ghost Han Sword. The atmosphere is completely opposite.
Seven Star Sword!
Shen Zhuo's pupils shrank slightly after he saw the sword in Mo Lin's hand, and he hurriedly moved the direction of the Ghost Han Sword. The Seven Star Sword drew the back of the Ghost Han Sword and directly pierced Shen Zhuo's arm and stabbed it. Hurt his shoulder.
The Seven Star Sword was once the treasure of Longhu Mountain, and its power was naturally incomparable to that of the Ghost Han Sword. Shen Zhuo would rather be injured himself than let the Yin Qi in the Ghost Han Sword be damaged.
Shen Zhuo fell to the ground and rolled around for a few times before getting up. Now he couldn't care less about the injury on his arm and rushed forward to grab the scroll that was slowly falling from the air. At this time, Mo Lin naturally wouldn't just watch the scroll fall. Entering Shen Zhuo's hand, he rushed over and grabbed the other end of the scroll.
Both of them exerted force at the same time
As soon as it was pulled, the scroll made of cloth was torn into two parts.
At this time, the expression on Shen Zhuo's face was extremely exciting, the flesh on his face was twisted into a ball, and the scroll was torn into two pieces, but Mo Lin had more in his hand than Shen Zhuo's.
"You bastard, give me the scroll back!"
Shen Zhuo's voice had turned into a roar, and he rushed towards Mo Lin crazily, not caring about his right hand that was bleeding. Mo Lin was naturally not afraid of Shen Zhuo, and poured mana into the Seven-Star Sword and swung it out, only to see a light like a wind blade. The chop struck directly at Shen Zhuo's head.
Shen Zhuo had no time to dodge, so he had no choice but to pull out the Ghost Han Sword to resist the light slash.
Bang!
With a loud noise, Shen Zhuo was knocked back several steps, and the Yin Qi on the Ghost Cold Sword's body also dissipated a lot. To put it bluntly, this Ghost Cold Sword relies on the Yin Qi of the ghost's wronged soul. If the Yin Qi is scattered, It's no different from an ordinary sword.
Shen Zhuo took a deep breath. Now he had regained some sense. Knowing that there was no hope of seizing the scroll, he looked at Mo Lin and said coldly: "Mo Lin, I have written down this account today. One day I will let him You pay the price for today’s actions!”
After saying that, Shen Zhuo turned around and ran away. Naturally, Mo Lin couldn't let Shen Zhuo leave just like that. Not to mention his status as a disciple of Longhu Mountain, if he was allowed to spread the news that he had the Seven-Star Sword, he would be in trouble. When talking about Longhu Mountain, all forces in the Yin and Yang world will stare at you eagerly.
