The moon shines in the sky, and the night is clear.

When that loud sound rolled in, it resounded in all directions.

When that spiritual sensation reaches the sky, it is terrifying and unpredictable.

In Wangxuan City, almost everyone's eyes were attracted by the strange fluctuations, and they all looked at the hanging list.

"Li Mo...it's Li Mo..."

Hong Xiaofu screamed and subconsciously looked towards the room where Li Mo was.

The window lattice vibrated, the ground floated, and the trembling dust swirled like a whirlpool, filling the entire courtyard.

"This kid... finally caught up..."

Chen Wangdu clasped his hands tightly and his eyes were filled with brilliance.

This is the special envoy of Xuantian Pavilion, and he can't help but feel nervous and excited at this moment. For many years, he has been working at the grassroots level and charging at the front line. He originally thought that his heart had long been like a dead fish in the market, motionless and as cold as frost.

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However, at this moment, his heartstrings soared to the sky with Li Mo's spiritual awareness, beating continuously.

"Luofu Mountain... the Black Sword lineage!?"

On the Climbing Tower, Ye Bufan listened to the name that resounded throughout the city, but his cold eyes showed no concern.

Black Sword is a figure from three hundred years ago. His predecessors have passed away and his descendants are in charge.

How could this strongest descendant of Black Mingshan put a dead person in his eyes?

What's more, the five mountain gates are high up, how many years did it take for a black sword to arrive?

Even though he is known as the descendant of Luofu Mountain, reaching this point is already his limit. Before climbing to the sky tower, all the gates of the world will lose their color.

Rumble…

However, the next moment, Ye Bufan's expression changed.

Li Mo's spiritual consciousness was like the bright moon in the sky, like the turning of mountains, and was deeply imprinted on the hanging inscription.

"This...this is..."

Ye Bufan's eyes trembled, and he felt a slightly familiar atmosphere at this moment.

Above the hanging text, a strange mark suddenly appeared, like a vast sky, vast and dark, except for a gray shadow appearing in the center, surrounded by a group of shadows, as if following ghosts.

"The black sky is full of fierceness, and a little black ash is sitting in the center..."

In the Xuantian Pavilion, Wang Lingce looked at the mark left by Li Mo and couldn't help but feel slightly moved.

This Lord Kanji has seen broadcasting, but he has never seen such a strange mark.

Under this mysterious black mark, the golden mark of Tianchan Mountain was eclipsed, the Buddha's light was dim, the sound of Sanskrit chanting was completely cut off, and the terrifying coercion fluctuated on the hanging list like a tide, spreading rapidly.

"evildoer……"

On the rooftop, Wu Xiang couldn't help but be moved when he saw the scene in front of him. His originally calm eyes suddenly showed a sharp look.

"Oh my god...then...what is that...this mark is almost going to tear the hanging list apart."

"The descendants of the Five Great Mountain Sects...their imprints can hardly be endured."

"Ye Bufan's mark... is almost being worn away."

At this moment, a series of surprised and horrified voices suddenly appeared, and the eyes looking at the hanging poster became trembling.

The mountain mark left by Ye Bufan's spiritual sense appeared with cracks at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The terrifying pressure is still spreading, and the black mark left by Li Mo is domineering, seeming to overwhelm all laws.

Bang……

Finally, there was an explosion, and the mark of Heiming Mountain exploded violently. The scattered spiritual senses were directly crushed and destroyed on the hanging list.

"Pfft..."

On the rooftop, Ye Bufan spurted out a mouthful of old blood and stepped back several steps, with a look of surprise in his trembling eyes.

At that moment, he seemed to have returned to that night when dark clouds came over the city, and met that person again...

"Dirty stuff!?"

Ye Bufan's eyes widened, looking at the hanging list in disbelief.

Rumble…

The aura of the black mark became more and more terrifying, and the formidable pressure pressed toward Yaoshen Mountain and Riyue Mountain with unstoppable aggression.

"Arrogant... Coming from Luofu Mountain, do you think you are a black sword?"

Yue Xiaoxiang's phoenix eyes are shining, like swords and soldiers intertwined, showing fierceness and killing.

There was a medicinal fragrance floating around her body, filling the moonlit night.

In an instant, the cauldron mark on the hanging inscription glowed brightly, like a furnace fire burning, burning everlastingly, resisting the black mark.

"Why Luofu Mountain, a small sect dares to shine here?"

Yue Xiaoxiang continued to sneer, the fragrance of medicine filled the moon, and the real furnace refined the mysterious black... At this moment, the courage of the descendants of the five major sects was undoubtedly revealed.

"Today I've made you bow down a lot."

At this moment, an indifferent voice resounded through Wangxuan City, even though it was scornful, it conveyed irresistible majesty.

Above the hanging list, the mysterious black mark suddenly changed, and a sharp finger claw phantom emerged from the mark. It was extremely ferocious, and the mountains and seas changed. The true intention of catching the dragon was revealed, and it was caught directly.

The mark of Yue Xiaoxiang’s true furnace.

"This...this thing is still moving!?"

Everyone was surprised and couldn't believe what they just saw.

As powerful as Wang Lingce, he couldn't help but show a strange color at this moment. He left his name and became a seal, and the mysterious seal changed... This was the first time he had seen such a strange reality.

"This kid from Luofu Mountain is really weird... can he still be like this?"

Wang Lingce murmured softly, his expression becoming extremely strange.

Bang bang bang...

There was a sudden explosion, like thunder, and the finger claws protruding from the black mark wrapped around the dragon and tore the real furnace mark to pieces in full view of everyone.

"Luofu Limo!"

On the rooftop, Yue Xiaoxiang let out a long roar, revealing deep shock and anger. Qingmei's face no longer had any color at all, and scarlet blood overflowed from the corners of her mouth, infecting the green rose skirt and robe.

"Why are you calling you dad?"

Li Mo responded politely, but it silenced the entire Wangxuan City.

Even Chen Wangdu couldn't help but look at the room where Li Mo was.

In Wangxuan City, he is the first person who dares to be so arrogant in front of the five major disciples.

"You..." Yue Xiaoxiang was furious for a moment, and her face suddenly turned red.

She came from a rich family and was aloof. Faced with the clamor of such a scoundrel in the market, she didn't know how to respond for a while.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, a Buddha's chant resounded, shaking the whole world.

Above the hanging inscription, the dazzling golden mark suddenly glowed. The golden light caused the evil obstacles to disappear, and it was strange that the black mark seemed to be penetrated by the golden light, and became the same as the light.

"We are destined to meet each other, and the donor should take refuge in our sect."

Without any form of whispering, his voice becomes louder and louder, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, deafening and deafening. Every word is like reciting a scripture, cleansing the heart.

In an instant, golden light shone and filled the entire hanging list.

"Okay, I'll let you in."

At this moment, Li Mo responded.

The next moment, the black mark suddenly flew up and crashed directly into the golden mark.

"Donors must not..."

On the stairs to the sky, Wuxiang's complexion changed slightly, he no longer clasped his hands together, and waved his hands quickly.

"But you are the second uncle of Buddha." Li Mo responded politely.

Bang……

The black mark was like an angry bull, with its horns straight out and crashing directly into the golden mark.

There was only an explosion and the golden light shattered. The surface was so grand and glorious, but the interior was so vulnerable.

Scarlet blood instantly stained Wuxiang's monk's robe.

"Amitabha……"

Wu Xiang proclaims the name of Buddha with his mouth, but curses his mother in his heart.
To be continued...