Ghost King Sect!?

The moment Li Mo heard this name, a look of surprise could not help but appear in the depths of his dazed eyes, and a beautiful image gradually appeared in his mind.

"One day, I will establish a sect to protect all the ghosts in the world, and I will give orders to spread the Dharma, and I will be called the King of Ghosts!"

"If I establish a sect, I will regard En Gong as the founder."

"If my lineage lasts for thousands of years, I will worship it from generation to generation, burn incense with sincerity, and express my gratitude to our ancestors for their kindness."

At the top of the Yin Mountain, black clouds crossed, and under the pale moon, a group of ghosts gathered together. The white shadow drifted away, just like the first sight at Prajna Temple...

As bright as the moonlight, there are dim and beautiful shadows, and the traces of feet are floating and uncertain, and life and death gather together and are impermanent.

"Ghost King Sect... Ghost King Sect..." Li Mo murmured, thoughtfully.

Everything about that day seems to be before our eyes, and every scene is like a fleeting glimpse, which is unforgettable.

Bai Xiaoqian once said that when she founded a sect, she would have the courage to carry all the ghosts in the world.

Tens of thousands of ghosts are hidden, and he breaks through the realm and becomes the king. The world is so small that he is called the Ghost King.

"What? You know!?"

Gu Pingfan seemed to notice the change in Li Mo's mood and asked lightly.

"Never heard of it." Li Mo shook his head and his expression returned to normal.

"I'll take this job."

"Young people, it is a good thing to be proactive."

Gu Pingfan nodded. He always stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the stone tablet in front of him, his fat body rising and falling slightly rhythmically.

"But this matter involves the Shanmen Sect... Wumen will also cooperate in handling the case, so you should pay more attention."

Gu Pingfan changed the subject and made a point.

Military forces are deployed all over the world, and the martial arts gate is responsible for monsters and supervising the mountain gate.

For this emerging sect, it is naturally within the scope of Wumen's supervision. If it weren't for the sudden emergence of the [Ghost King Sect] that was suspected of being involved in Guixu, the task of eradicating it would have fallen on Wumen.

Nowadays, cases are handled collaboratively across yamen.

"I understand." Li Mo nodded thoughtfully.

The water in Xuantian Pavilion is very deep. Just from this case, we can get a glimpse of it. It seems that the case is handled collaboratively, but who takes the lead is very important. It involves the initiative in the case handling process and the final credit.

distribution.

"It's not easy to get mixed up in the organization." Li Mo sighed.

Although he is now mixed into the establishment, because of this, he feels more and more that entering the establishment is just the starting point. It is much harder to get along well in it than to practice.

"After this case is settled, Xuantian Dao's fetal energy will be yours." Gu Pingfan sighed softly.

What he meant was that this was Li Mo's first test after entering the Xuantian Pavilion, and it was also a guarantee for successfully obtaining the [Xuantian Dao Fetal Qi].

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Pingfan finally moved his steps and turned around.

At this moment, Li Mo discovered that the clothes of the Hongmen sect leader were already soaked with sweat, and his chubby face was red with blood.

A vast artistic conception rolled from the monument behind him, like a stormy wave, like flowing clouds, like thunder, like mist... it was bizarre and all-encompassing.

In a daze, Li Mo saw that there were two deep sword marks on the ancient inscription, one black and one white, like the flow of yin and yang, like the rushing of time.

With just one glance, it seems like you are falling into it, making it difficult to extricate yourself.

"What's this?"

Li Mo took one look and was fascinated. He was so mesmerized that his eyes seemed to be filled with nails and he could never pull them out.

"This is the [Sword Grinding Stone]..." Gu Pingfan glanced at Li Mo and moved slightly to block his gaze.

Li Mo calmed down and realized that his clothes were soaked with sweat and that most of the spiritual energy in his Dantian was empty.

"this……"

"According to legend, this [sword sharpening stone] was brought out from that place by His Majesty Shenzong, and it has been hidden in this small courtyard since the founding of Hongmen."

Gu Pingfan's eyes narrowed slightly, shining with a different kind of brilliance.

"Use your body as a sword and use God as your edge... Young man, your sword cannot withstand the sharpening of this stone."

At this point, Gu Pingfan sighed softly, and a look of loneliness appeared on his chubby face.

"In ancient times, swordsmen were as numerous as stars. How many sharp edges did they have in life?"

By sharpening your sword in this way, only by reaching the pinnacle of swordsmanship can you leave sword marks on this [sword sharpening stone].

"The ultimate in swordsmanship!?"

Li Mo was thoughtful, and subconsciously looked at the ancient stone tablet again, and the vast artistic conception came to his face again.

The two sword marks, one black and one white, are shocking and awe-inspiring.

"In the past five hundred years, only two people have left sword marks on this [sword grinding stone]..."

Gu Pingfan's voice was calm, but deep in his eyes, there was deep desire, which was the pursuit and yearning for the ultimate in swordsmanship.

Throughout the ages, there have been a few people who have been able to stand at the pinnacle of swordsmanship. In such a state, if they could catch a glimpse of their true appearance, they would die without regrets.

Hearing the Tao in the morning and dying in the evening are enough.

"Who?" Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

At this moment, Wang Lingce next to him couldn't help but look strange.

He had also heard about this [Sword Grinding Stone]. Shenzong established the stone here, but it was not discovered until five hundred years ago.

However, in the past five hundred years, only two sword marks have been left on it.

"Black Sword!"

Gu Pingfan murmured a name.

"really!"

Li Mo's heart skipped a beat. Although he had expected it, when he heard the name from the head of Hongmen, his heart still had ups and downs.

Three hundred years ago, the Black Sword was born. Although he had a vicious reputation, only after entering the Xuantian Pavilion did this man's dusty past slowly begin to be revealed in front of Li Mo.

"For three hundred years, he was the leader of the swordsmanship, standing at the pinnacle."

Gu Pingfan whispered softly, staring at the dark sword mark with his fiery eyes.

"Where is the other person?"

As soon as these words came out, Gu Pingfan's eyes trembled slightly, and he was silent for a long time before he uttered a name.

"Sword Immortal in White!"

"Eight Great Demon Immortals!? He can come here and leave sword marks?" Li Mo said in surprise.

Xuantian Pavilion is the state religion of Daqian.

Even though the eight great demon immortals in the world have established the Demon Ghost Palace and are the top masters in the world, logically speaking, they cannot come to the Xuantian Pavilion.

"That happened a long time ago...Three hundred years ago, white clothes and black swords...these two great swordsmanship leaders had an intersection. Their dharma was passed down from generation to generation, and the world was afraid of it..."

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"Has the Sword Immortal in White lived for so long? It's been almost five hundred years..." Li Mo sighed.

Based on this calculation, this leader of the swordsmanship, one of the Eight Great Demon Immortals, really had an encounter with the Black Sword.

"The Sword Immortal in White knows the Black Sword..."

"Their relationship is complicated."

Gu Pingfan shook his head, seemingly unwilling to dwell on this topic any longer, and immediately waved his hand.

"These two sword marks contain mysteries... Over the years, many disciples have wanted to understand the magic of swordsmanship..." Gu Pingfan chuckled.

"If you are interested, you can come and take a look..."

As he spoke, Gu Pingfan took out a bronze key and threw it to Li Mo.

This small courtyard is extremely special, and ordinary Hongmen disciples are not eligible to enter.

Today, Gu Pingfan broke the old rule and gave Li Mo a pass.

"Thank you very much, Master."

Li Mo held the bronze key tightly and entered the imperial staff. As expected, the benefits continued, and various benefits emerged one after another.

Especially as the new leader, Li Mo clearly felt the care and attention from his leaders.

"But your realm is still low, and it will look the same for a long time, so don't get addicted to it." Gu Pingfan reminded.

"I understand." Li Mo nodded.

"Go ahead, I'll have someone hand over the files about the [Ghost King Sect] to you later."

Gu Pingfan waved his hand, indicating that today's conversation was successfully concluded.
To be continued...