The wind blows at night in Qingping Mountain, like a tiger and a wolf showing its fangs.

Under the bright moonlight, Uncle Ma's old palms were like tree bark, shriveled and wrinkled, gently caressing Gu Feifan's neck, but they were like sharpening a knife, rushing towards the pigs and sheep.

"Ma...Master Ma...I...I don't have that kind of intention..."

Gu Feifan's neck suddenly tightened, and his face was as pale as paper, like a recently castrated quail. There was still a hint of the magnanimity of the Liangzhou General Secretary and a frontier official.

When Li Mo saw this, he couldn't help but feel strange. The way he looked at Uncle Ma was wrong.

Although he had already had doubts about Uncle Ma's identity, he did not expect that his true background was so frightening. Even though he was as strong as Gu Feifan, he was so frightened and uneasy in front of him.

"When the three of you brothers first entered the Xuantian Pavilion, I could see that...the eldest brother was the most profound, and the third child was the most arrogant...but you were the most ruthless..." Uncle Ma was as gentle as teasing a dog.

Stroking Gu Feifan's head.

"You think I don't know what you are planning!?" Uncle Ma sneered.

"Ma...Master Ma...you misunderstood...I...I just have a high opinion of this young man...I'm afraid that something bad will happen to him..."

Gu Feifan felt so guilty that he had no confidence. His peripheral vision swept over and fell faintly on Li Mo. He never dreamed that Li Mo, who was known as the successor of the Black Sword on the top of the mountain, was secretly relying on such a person.

If he had known about it earlier, even if he had a hundred courages, he would not have dared to make any plans.

"Xiao Bufan... you are now the Lord of the Demon City... What? You still want to compete with me?"

At this moment, Uncle Ma turned his back to Gu Bufan and said with a smile.

In the distance, Gu Bufan was sitting on a wooden wheel cart with a solemn look on his face. Every inch of his body was tensed into the bowstring, as if he was always on alert for hostility.

"You are one of the nine great cauldron masters in the world... Even if I go further, I won't dare to yell at you..."

Gu Bufan shook his head, his cold eyes filled with helplessness.

"Nine Great Cauldron Masters!?"

Li Moruo was moved and caught an unfamiliar word.

In his knowledge, there is only one tripod, and that is the [Ding of Xia, Shang and Zhou], known as the best magic weapon in the world.

"only……"

Suddenly, Gu Bufan changed the topic, and a deep cold light filled his indifferent eyes.

"The emperor controls the mountains and rivers, refines and forges the Nine Cauldrons...Since Shenzong, no one in the world can operate the Nine Cauldrons by himself. After that, the Cauldrons choose their masters, and use one to transform the Nine Cauldrons..."

"The Lord of the Nine Cauldrons is a divine dragon that is hard to see. It is unseen in the world. Now that we have seen it today, it would be a great pity if we did not experience it."

Gu BuFan spoke softly and leisurely, but the implication behind his words was that he wanted to ask for advice.

Such behavior seemed arrogant and unscrupulous, and even Gu Feifan next to him couldn't help but show a strange expression.

"The first lord of the Guixu Demon Market was [Ao Zun]... He was the tortoise son raised by Shenzong... He was lazy and uncontested... Since then, all the lords of the Demon Market have been easy-going and natural...

…”

Uncle Ma relaxed his palm lightly, let go of Gu Feifan, and turned around leisurely.

"But since the beginning of Black Sword...this lineage has changed its nature, and all the lords in the past are more crazier than the last..."

Uncle Ma looked directly at him, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said with a smile: "No wonder you were able to kill Gu Jinghua back then, and no wonder you became the Lord of the Demon City..."

At the mention of that name, Gu Bufan's calm eyes finally became a little disturbed.

Even Gu Feifan's face showed a hint of forlornness.

Gu Jinghua was the previous head of Hongmen in Xuantian Pavilion, and he was also the father of Gu Pingfan, Gu Feifan, and Gu Bufan.

"Master Ma, you misunderstood... With my current abilities, how dare I challenge you all the time?"

Gu Bufan's expression quickly returned to normal. He shook his head, his eyes were downcast, and he said coldly: "Only he is worthy of being your opponent."

Rumble...

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud sound came from the void, resounding in all directions, and all the nine heavens were shocked.

Immediately afterwards, a ball of five-color brilliance, which has been extraordinary since ancient times, faintly appeared behind it, dazzling and shining.

The moment it appeared, the breath of heaven and earth solidified, and the mountains, rivers, sun, moon, stars, and the fate of all life seemed to be unable to escape the five-color brilliance.

"This is……"

Li Mo's eyes suddenly sank, and he clearly saw a small cauldron rising and floating in the void behind Gu Bufan. It was radiating five colors of light, carrying the weight of the five earths, and bearing the sacrifice of Taiji.

"You're here too..."

Uncle Ma's eyes were as focused as a thread, and a terrifying aura burst out from that old body.

Li Mo's expression suddenly changed, and he subconsciously took two steps back. He never dreamed that this dying old man actually contained such terrifying power. The sky and the earth were so small that they were like a drop in the ocean, flowing across the river.

"She Ji Ding!" Uncle Ma opened his lips slightly and spit out three words.

"She Ji Ding!?" Li Mo's heart skipped a beat.

That is one of the top ten magic weapons of Guixu, alongside [Monster Summoning Flag], [Future Dharma Eye], [Taixu Thunder Pond], etc. In addition, [She Ji Ding] was based on [Xia, Shang and Zhou Ding] from the beginning of its creation.

】, was born into the world with the idea of ​​transcendence.

However, the tripod of Xia, Shang and Zhou was the most powerful weapon in the world. It never existed in the past and will not appear in the future.

Therefore, even the [She Ji Ding] built by Guixu and the entire religion cannot be compared with [the Ding of Xia, Shang and Zhou Dynasties].

But even so, [She Ji Ding] is enough to rank among the top three among the top ten divine weapons in Guixu.

"The tripod of Xia, Shang and Zhou... I haven't touched it for a long time..."

The ancient and void voice flows out from the five-color brilliance, weighing heavily on the mountains and rivers, endlessly.

"Li Mo, go ahead."

Uncle Ma's expression was slightly condensed, his body remained motionless, and he spoke in a deep voice.

Rumble...

At the same time, the aura around Uncle Ma became more and more terrifying. In the confusion, a shadow of a large cauldron appeared, with three legs and two ears. It was ancient and mysterious, as if it came across the long river of time. The sky was shocked and the earth was shocked.

frightened.

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"Go quickly!" Uncle Ma shouted in a deep voice.

"But..." Li Mo's expression changed again and again.

"Don't worry, I'm here, no one can block your way." Uncle Ma said firmly.

"Be careful."

Li Mo gritted his teeth, turned around and left.

Neither Gu Feifan, Gu Bufan, nor even the [She Ji Ding] made any rash moves. It seemed that at this moment, the dying old man had become the center of the world. No one dared to have any sudden thoughts, and no one dared to pay even the slightest attention.

Move away.

Rumble...

Loud rumbling noises came from all directions. Li Mo's figure was still standing, and he felt that everything behind him disappeared like words, but his steps did not stop for a moment.

The brilliance of Beichen Sword became more and more dazzling, like the brightest star in the dark night sky, guiding the road ahead.

As Li Mo stepped into the mountain, the surroundings suddenly fell into darkness, as if it were an endless abyss, and it seemed as if eternal night was slowly encroaching on the world.

Li Mo slowly stopped and looked down. The Beichen Sword in his palm was extremely bright. The blade of the sword hummed softly, as if responding and longing.

"Eternal Night Sword...is that the Eternal Night Sword!?" Li Mo murmured softly.

At this moment, he discovered that there was an altar ten feet in front of him, with a long sword as black as an abyss suspended above it. The surrounding darkness emanated from this sword, annihilating all light.

If it weren't for the sword brilliance of Beichen Sword, no one would be able to see clearly the figure of this sword.

It is like the vast sky, where eternal night comes, and there is only endless loneliness and desolation.

"Eternal Night Sword..." Li Mo's eyes were blurred and he was unconscious. It was as if his body and mind had melted into the endless night, feeling an unprecedented tranquility.

"Master Ye's magic sword... He used the Li family's ancestral hall to forge this sword..."

At this moment, a faint voice slowly came from the seventh floor of the altar, revealing loneliness and lamentation.

"Who!?"

Li Mo was startled and shook the [Beichen Sword] in his hand. The flickering light illuminated the seven-story altar.

At this time, he just saw a beautiful figure standing in front of the Yongye Sword. Her skirt was like flying, and her black hair was scattered. She looked like a fairy who had been banished to the mortal world. She was indescribably charming and charming.

"Who are you……"

Li Mo saw that beautiful and cold face clearly, his expression changed suddenly, and he subconsciously took two steps back, a name was about to come out.

"Beishi Xuanzhang!?"

"Little devil, you did come here... He left everything to you..."

Beisha Xuanzhang slowly turned around and looked at Li Mo with an extremely complicated expression.

"You...you...you have found this place a long time ago!?"
To be continued...