God-level Stealing System

Half a year later, Mo Mo finally returned to Ziyun Sect, and the journey was uneventful. He sold seven goods and caused so much trouble to Wan Mo Sect, but Wan Mo Sect did not move at all.

"Can you bear this?"

In front of the Purple Cloud Sect's mountain gate, Mo Mo glanced in a certain direction deep in the Purple Cloud Sect, and couldn't help muttering.

He left the sect alone, and what he wanted to catch was not the strong man of the Wanmo sect, but...

Shen Mo bowed to a certain place in the space, and a corner of purple robe flashed in that space, which was regarded as his response.

Even if Lin Ran went to Xingchen County in a fever, Lu Shandao sent many strong men to protect him secretly.

How could Lu Shandao dare to be careless about Tianjiao's silence for the first time since the founding of the sect?

Ziyuntian, Zizhen gave a sermon today!

After more than half a year of preaching, the accumulation of Ziyunzong's true disciples has almost been transformed into strength, so Zizhen has long since stopped cultivating mountains, and only once every two months.

This time, Zizhen opened the mountain suddenly, which made all the disciples very happy. Although they had already asked no questions, it was so rare to hear the sermon in Law Realm, and everyone would never want to listen less if they could listen to it one more time.

After Zizhen finished speaking, all the disciples of Zhenchuan asked questions. The simple question made Zizhen want to beat someone, and one or two wanted to eat melons without even understanding sesame seeds. He really regarded him as an ordinary school teacher, right?

After Zi Zhen patiently explained the doubts for the disciples, he suddenly looked at Shen Mo and said, "Silence, do you understand?"

"I don't understand." Shen Mo shook his head honestly, this time Zi Zhen was passing on an extremely profound earth-level martial art, how could he understand it in a short time.

"Why don't you ask if you don't understand?" Zizhen's tone was a little harsh. He responded to Lu Shandao just to clear up the confusion for Shen Mo and Lin Ran's preaching. To some extent, he is qualified to be called a "dao friend".

But the silence made him so angry that his teeth hurt. In the past two months, it was okay to say that although he often asked for leave, he was very respectful to him anyway.

Afterwards, he didn't see anyone for half a year, which made him spread a fart?

"I don't want to ask."

Shen Mo continued to shake his head, still honestly said: "I'm not interested in this martial art, I don't want to learn it."

Zizhen's eyes were rounded, and she glared at silence: "You bastard, tell me again?!"

After a moment of silence, he hurriedly said: "I want to learn, I want to learn, and I will ask the elders when I learn it."

Zizhen: "...!"

Zizhen said that he was really injured, why do you ask me after you have learned it, why do you need to ask me after you have learned it, when did the prefecture-level martial arts become so easy to learn?

Can't help but think of the suzerain's message half a day ago, Lu Shandao was silent and disturbed the practice of the five elders of the sect, and even a senior sister was in seclusion...

Silence, comprehend Da Chao Zong and Da Chao Fist, and walk out of his own way!

Xuanyuanjing stepped out of his own way, this matter is by no means a trivial matter, looking at the royal family of the Great Chu Empire and the three super sects, only the Tianjiao with the natural talent can achieve this achievement.

Silent, at the beginning, has not lost to anyone!

"Go, the road is long, one step ahead, one step at a time. Of course, the premise of striving for the first is...to be alive!" Zi Zhen closed her eyes, without joy or sadness.

He cupped his hands silently, and said solemnly: "Thank you, Elder Taishang, for preaching!"

Since then, Mo Mo has been practicing diligently in Purple Cloud Sect except for returning home. Of course, what he cultivates is not true energy, but Taoism.

The feeling of playing Chaoquan made him understand what the path he should take, and other martial arts have also improved a lot after being connected by analogy.

The Purple Light Step and the Nine Layers of Wave Fist all walked out of Zhou Qianshan's shadow and were branded with his own marks.

After walking out of his own way, his comprehension of Wuji swordsmanship became deeper and deeper, and he had reached the level of 30,000 sword lights inadvertently, truly surpassing Zhou Qianshan!

He also practiced the other two Ziyun sect's earth-grade martial arts, and comprehended them step by step, which made him feel a great sense of pleasure, which is a state where both good and bad are at the mercy of the heart.

If he fights with Mozong again, Mozong will not have the chance to swallow the heart demon pill, and it is impossible to escape!

After Wu Jin successfully broke through the tenth heaven of the Xuanyuan Realm, Shen Mo approached him and asked him how to refine the natal treasure.

If other people asked, even if it was Lu Shandao, Wu Jin would hide something, but he had no reservations about the silence that killed Mozong.

"The treasure of life, the most important thing is the word 'fate'. Why can the warriors of the Duotian Realm refine it? That is because the Duotian Realm has opened the sea of ​​consciousness between the brows, and the perception is strong and formed, which can be attached to weapons. build……"

"Our Xuanyuan realm's perception is not enough, so we need to devote more effort and energy, supplemented by the secret technique of fate..."

On Wu Zin's Zihuo Peak, the ground fire was intense, and Wu Zin even opened a huge furnace in the middle of the mountain.

Shen Mo jumped in, sat cross-legged in the raging fire that could incinerate the Heaven Realm, took out his mysterious sword, and laid it across his knees.

Beside Wu Jin, a white-haired old man suddenly appeared.

Mo Lei stretched out his hand and made a move, and the two halves of the Zixiao Shenlei Sword flew into his hand. The beating Thunder Sword seemed to sense his state of mind and gradually calmed down.

In the end, Mo Lei sighed and threw it back again. The Thunder Sword of the Purple Cloud God was still on the fire, and it suddenly turned into the purest true meaning of thunder and poured it on the silent Xuanpin sword.

Shen Mo pointed to the position of the heart, and suddenly bright blood rushed out...

I don't know the years in the mountains, but there are two years in a dream.

On this day, Ziyuntian was closed, and Lu Shandao ordered all the true disciples to go to the Great Chu Imperial City to participate in the Qianlong Secret Realm meeting!

But the leader was not Silence, nor Lin Ran, but Mu Tuo, the elder brother of the Purple Cloud Sect and the disciple of the suzerain Lu Shandao before Lin Ran!

The choice of this person surprised all the disciples, but also made them feel that it should be so.

They looked at the silence on the seats of the true disciples, their eyes were rather strange, and some people even sighed...

A few people even had sneers in their eyes.

For two and a half years, Yu Ran had broken through the Duotian Realm, and Silence was still at the peak of the Xuanyuan Realm.

This peerless figure three years ago, the existence with the most meritorious service in Lingnan County, the most amazing son of the Purple Cloud Sect for thousands of years... It seems that he has finally exhausted all his potential.

The power of hundreds of laws left by the ancestors in Ziyuntian, no one favored silence three years ago, and no one favored silence three years later.

Climbing to the summit in March, without making any progress for three years, or... disappearing from everyone!

After Shen Mo returned to Zimo Peak, his eyebrows were raised suddenly, and he walked straight to the main hall.

There was a person waiting for him in the hall. It was an old man in black robe, sitting at the table, and his rotten aura was not much better than that of Mo Lei.

"You didn't run away when you saw me?" Zhou Qianshan asked slowly, pouring himself a cup of tea.

"Since the Great Elder didn't kill me immediately, he must have a perfect plan. What difference does it make if I run away or not?" Silence stopped ten miles away from him, and cupped his hands.

"I'm a smart person, no matter what, I don't want the sect to lose a disciple with amazing potential, and give me your understanding of Wuji swordsmanship. That thing doesn't belong to you." Zhou Qianshan's voice was very soft, and his words were very cold.

"I don't have the habit of giving away my things to others." The silent voice was neither humble nor overbearing.

Zhou Qianshan looked at Shen Mo, and said seriously: "You will die."

"I'm not going to die, in fact, I've been waiting three years for this day."

A sword appeared in Shen Mo's hand, it was... his natal sword, and he named it "Wandao"!

"Great Elder, go ahead, you only have one chance."