Mr. Mo is not a teacher, but a martial artist. His surname is not even Mo. Mr. Mo’s surname is Tian, ​​and Mo is actually a homophone for devil. A strong master is not immortal, but a man who was once a war emperor, and then died because of his aura

The powerful master who has lost his rank and has been relegated is almost immortal. Mr. Mo, this is the case.

People say that all capable people have quirks. In fact, this is not true. Rather, all capable people will be used to quirks by those who admire them. Mr. Mo is a typical example of this situation.

The earliest Mr. Mo was a very talented martial artist who was addicted to martial arts since he was a child. People at that time were pure - the senior brothers in the sect spoiled him because he was young and talented in martial arts.

It would be more respectable to go out for a walk; the elders in the sect are spoiled by him, because they can see their own past in him, so they understand and condone him; the headmaster in the sect is spoiled by him even more, because such a person

If you don't understand people well and are worldly, that's all. If you truly cultivate them in an all-round way, wouldn't your own status be insecure?

So Mr. Mo has been spoiled since he was a child and knows nothing except martial arts. At that time, this was called single-mindedness and martial arts madness. Now, it is called high knowledge and low ability. Unfortunately, Mr. Mo was born in ancient times.

It was still very ancient, so no one corrected him.

Mr. Mo has low emotional intelligence and is domineering. Because when he was young, his senior brothers would help him get things he wanted. If his seniors couldn't handle it, the elders would get it done for him. If the elders couldn't handle it, the elders would go to the boss to help him get it.

As for Mr. Mo, when he grew up, he reached out or took it by himself. Who would want to offend a person who is highly skilled in martial arts and unreasonable for nothing? No one wants to, so most of the time, Mr. Mo wants it

They think they are unlucky if they don't have anything. Very rarely, they don't even have the chance to admit they are unlucky. How can they admit they are unlucky when their lives are gone?

As a result, the legend of Mr. Mo gradually began to appear in the world. Of course, it was not a good legend. At this time, the brothers began to worry, the elders began to feel sad, and only the leader was rejoicing, because if his reputation was ruined, he would not be able to inherit the position of leader.

Mr. Mo didn't know any of this. He only knew that the outside world gradually began to spread rumors that he was the 'Devil' or 'Mr.

Knowing that the senior brothers who were good to him in the past began to look at him with strange eyes, and the elders who had always been obedient to him began to use perfunctory words to deal with him and hesitated to speak to him. Mr. Mo didn't know why.

But he didn't care as he was dedicated to enlightenment.

It wasn't until the old leader died, the new leader was not him, and the new leader started to suppress him, that he felt that something was wrong. I don't know when, the old elders who loved him died one after another, and once

His senior brothers became elders, but began to distance themselves from him. He received less and less training resources, but the criticism in the sect became more and more.

After being rejected by several former senior brothers and current elders, Mr. Mo became angry.

He felt that he had been betrayed. This feeling was like his heart being thrown into a hot pan of oil. It was tormenting and could not be ignored. Mr. Mo thought about leaving and dying, and even almost became obsessed and became an obsession.

Perhaps if that incident hadn't happened, Mr. Mo would have completely sunk into obscurity and become a mediocre thug who was marginalized by the sect, sinking silently into the long river of history.

That day, the moon was dark and the wind was high. Mr. Mo returned from the back mountain after practicing. The disciples he saw along the way were panicked. He casually picked up an unfamiliar young disciple and asked, and the young disciple told him that a weapon refiner from the outer sect

He rebelled and went to the mountain gate with seventy-seven forty-nine spiritual weapons.

Rebellion? Mr. Mo raised his eyebrows. This was an unfamiliar word. It was not that he had never heard of it before, but he had only heard of it in stories. At that time, it was a serious crime to deceive one's master and destroy one's ancestors.

The young disciple rolled his eyes and said quickly. Yes, he was a traitor. It is said that the master was sorry for him, so he went up the mountain to take revenge. Master, uncle, why don't you go and have a look. Look, don't tell me

It is impossible for the leader to do something that is sorry for others. Even if he does it, what does it have to do with us?!

The young disciple was talking nonchalantly, but Mr. Mo couldn't listen anymore. It turns out that if others are sorry for me, I can kill them for revenge!

Once this idea was ignited, it could no longer be extinguished and turned into a flame from Liaoyuan, filling his originally burning heart. Therefore, by the time Mr. Mo came to his senses, the young disciple had already turned into a corpse.

, and all around him were already covered with the corpses of his fellow disciples. Some of those corpses were young disciples, and some were former senior brothers and current elders.

For a moment, Mr. Mo felt that he was particularly happy. Those long-standing grievances and heartaches were like fine sand, blown by the wind, and all disappeared. So, Mr. Mo found the place where the battle was most intense and fought with that person.

The weapon refiner fought side by side. The weapon refiner looked at him in confusion. He only said one sentence, the master is sorry for me.

A massacre, the whole family was wiped out.

Mr. Mo and the weapon refiner were lying side by side on a hill full of corpses, exhausted and laughing loudly. The weapon refiner said, my surname is Yang, and I want to make friends with you. Mr. Mo said, my surname is Tian, ​​but outside

Everyone called me Mr. Mo. They exchanged names and then went their separate ways.

In the days that followed, Mr. Mo was hunted, questioned, rejected, and despised, but he never felt heartache or suffered from inner demons because of other people's eyes. Because, those who treated him were

Those who have objections have all turned into a cup of loess.

The weapon refiner named Yang said that only he could take advantage of others, and others should not take advantage of him.

The weapon refiner surnamed Yang said that if he didn't like it, he would slap an epee in his face.

The weapon refiner named Yang said that there is nothing impossible in this world, only people who cannot do it.

The weapon refiner surnamed Yang said that he wanted to become a man who would become the Emperor of War and live forever in heaven and earth.

Later, the weapon refiner named Yang became the War Emperor, and Mr. Mo also became the War Emperor. At that time, there were many War Emperors.

Later, the weapon refiner named Yang died and committed suicide.

Mr. Mo didn't know why he wanted to die, but it was his own choice, and Mr. Mo didn't bother to care about it. He was busy 'collecting' enough spiritual energy of heaven and earth in order to catch up with the catastrophe when all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was exhausted.

Please leave this realm as soon as possible. The so-called 'collecting', of course, means reaching out to ask for it, and asking for it with your hands.

At a time when strong men were everywhere, even the War Emperor would be angered by the public. The War Emperor was immortal, but could be suppressed, so Mr. Mo was suppressed. The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Demon Sealing Formation was still used by him.

of aura.

For the second time in his life, Mr. Mo felt angry and powerless. Because he could not break free, he could only watch the war emperors who sealed him leave this realm one after another. And as the spiritual energy became increasingly scarce, the last war emperor—

- Daji, the demon fox, exhausted the spiritual energy of the Shang Dynasty when she left this realm. Mr. Mo finally broke through the formation, which was weakened by the lack of spiritual energy from heaven and earth.

However, he was trapped in this realm.

As the spiritual energy of heaven and earth decreased, Mr. Mo regressed and became a master. But fortunately, he will not continue to regress. At the beginning, if he could find the spiritual energy of heaven and earth or a spiritual spring, Mr. Mo could still be in a short period of time.

The ability to restore the War Emperor within his body. This ability saved his life many times when he was besieged by many masters and masters. Later, the masters and masters in the world became increasingly rare, and the spiritual veins and springs in the world became more and more rare.

Rare. When Mr. Mo suddenly realized that it was no longer possible to find the spiritual spring of heaven and earth in this world, and even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had become a legend, it seemed that he was the only powerful master in the world.

He began to feel lonely.

He started walking around, hoping to find a master.

In fact, he did find other masters. Although the masters had become legends at that time, some people would still become masters every once in a while because of some adventures left over from ancient times. But other masters were different from him.

They are not Grandmasters who have retired from the War Emperor ranks. They will die, but Mr. Mo will not.

During this process, Mr. Mo once met someone he looked at, a demon lord named Yang. Although he was said to be a demon lord, the other person was not a demon practitioner.

Mr. Mo teased him and said, I am not a practitioner of magic skills. Everyone calls me Mr. Mo. In fact, I belong to Mr. Mo, but they don’t dare to call me. And you are not a practitioner of magic skills, but others call you Yang.

The Demon Lord is really a fallen person from the end of the world.

However, Demon Lord Yang said that he is a demon and has nothing to defend. He speaks demonic language, does demonic things, and his personality is most suitable for being a Demon Lord. Even if he practices a righteous Kung Fu, he can practice like

It's a magic power that's equally powerful, sucking people's life souls and improving themselves. If it's not a demon, what is it?

Mr. Mo thinks this is correct. He is frank, domineering, and not burdened by worldly things. The devil is the devil, and I am happy with it. The two of them formed an alliance, became close friends, and even worked together to develop a set of exercises——

He specializes in training some talented warriors to make cauldrons and absorbs their skills to strengthen his own skills. Such a carefree life makes Mr. Mo even see the hope of regaining his strength. It would be great if life could always be so interesting...

So Mr. Mo hopes to turn Yang Mozun into a war emperor, so that even if he regresses in the future, he can live forever.

But Demon Lord Yang refused and eventually fell.

Mr. Mo was sad for a short time, and then continued his journey to find the powerful master.

But Mr. Mo entered a strange cycle, looking for a grandmaster to kill his boredom, and then the other person died, and he went to find the next one. This cycle continued until he met a heavenly master who stepped on a grandmaster-level weapon.

The blood-red sword.

Mr. Mo will not die. Sword Spirit will not die either.

So Mr. Mo asked the heavenly master for a sword.

He didn't ask for the name of the Celestial Master, because Mr. Mo had no intention of making friends with him. Compared with a Celestial Master who didn't seem strong enough, that sword was obviously more to Mr. Mo's liking. Especially since he had seen that sword before.

, I saw it a long, long time ago. It was the work of the former weapon refiner named Yang. It seems that he was the most proud of it. It was called Xueyunzi.

The heavenly master told Mr. Mo that the sword was his friend and he would never sell it to his friend.

So there was a fight.

The Heavenly Master stepped on the sword and ran away.

From then on, Mr. Mo was looking for that sword. It was to kill boredom, and also because without a goal, he didn’t know what he would do in life. There were fewer and fewer masters in the world, and in the end, it would be difficult for him to survive even for hundreds of years.

When there was no one to pass the boring days, Mr. Mo tried to train some strong people. His original purpose was very simple, just to try to train a master to accompany him to fight and kill the boredom. Later, the master was not cultivated.

, but a group of people followed him. Some people came for martial arts, some for power, and some simply worshiped him.

Mr. Mo felt that this was not bad. Especially when Mr. Mo found that as long as he wanted something, someone would rush to give it to him with both hands. Mr. Mo felt that he seemed to have returned to the days when he was in the sect.

Holding and pampering, self-esteem and vanity are seriously satisfied.

Mr. Mo has always left things like power to his subordinates to manage. He only needs to find things that he is interested in. It's not that no one has had evil intentions. But to Mr. Mo, no tricks or traps matter.

, when he faces these, he just needs to trample on them directly, and then kill the person who dares to disobey him. Sometimes, in order to make life less boring, he even allows others to cultivate their power, and then waits for the other person to realize that he is fully prepared to start.

Only start to eradicate it when it is activated. Then look at the opponent's panic, surprise, disbelief, and even a dead look in his eyes, and experience the joy of living by controlling the life and death of the strong.

So, when he heard a report from one of his subordinates that a bloody sword spirit was found in Yinmen, he abandoned his worldly power without thinking and went to Yinmen with a few of his confidants.

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Yinmen is a place where as long as you are strong enough, you can live in it. Is Mr. Mo strong enough? It must be enough! So establishing power in Yinmen is much easier than Mr. Mo imagined.

But Mr. Mo did not grab the sword after all.

The sword was in the hands of a swordsman surnamed Yang, who had been downgraded and was not as powerful as a master. And that swordsman had the best qualifications he had ever seen in his life. So Mr. Mo was secretly looking forward to this man becoming a

A strong master may become stronger.
To be continued...