Within the ruins, strong men will rise rapidly from time to time, and every similar news is very shocking and yearning.
The ruins are vast and contain many rare treasures.
When I get something good, I always want to hide it, refine it quietly, and then amaze everyone.
Somewhere in the north.
In a snow cave in a snowy mountain, a black warrior held a dark red fruit, which exuded a faint fragrance. The fruit was withering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
is being absorbed by him.
His cultivation is at a critical moment and is about to break through.
This is also the time when a monk needs protection the most and is most vulnerable.
There were three people outside to protect him.
However, at this time, a yellow-skinned warrior came, holding a long knife. His figure was so fast that there were no footprints in the snow, so he couldn't see the figure clearly.
Only a few screams were heard, and the three people outside were already lying in a pool of blood and fell into the snow.
"Yo Xi!" The warrior holding a long sword looked at the entrance of the snow cave and shouted with satisfaction:
"Paul, if you want to monopolize it, it's impossible. I found it after all."
Just fight in.
Only the sound of a rapid fight was heard inside, followed by screams.
Not long after.
On the black warrior's abdomen, bright red blood flowed from his fingers, and he walked tenaciously outside, stumbling.
Disappeared into the snow.
At this time!
A yellow-skinned Chinese came.
It was Mo Ganling from Hong Kong Island. Looking at the blood stains on the ground that were gradually covered by the white snow, she entered the snow cave for a look and came out quickly.
"It seems that he has succeeded, but this blood stain is obviously a serious injury. There is still a chance!"
Follow the blood trail and quickly rush to kill.
Finally, I saw the black warrior far away. He passed out in the snow, and the white snow next to him was stained red with blood.
"Still alive!"
A seal appeared on Mo Ganling's palm and he hesitated for a moment.
The black warrior woke up and said with difficulty:
"Huaxia, Mo, don't kill me..."
Mo Ganling stared at him and said: "You teamed up with people from the Oko Alliance to steal my Dragon Fruit, and you told me not to kill you? Are you thinking too much? I can't wait to refine you."
The black warrior said: "I...I am willing to sign a soul contract with you."
Mo Ganling really hesitated, nodded, immediately signed the soul contract, and then rescued him.
The black warriors were grateful to her.
Once he dies, it's over, at least he can still live, and as long as Mo Ganling doesn't tell anyone, no one will know that they signed a soul contract.
"Mark, let's go get the people from the Oko Alliance." Mo Ganling said casually.
Mark, the black man, was in a bit of a dilemma. He had just cooperated with those people not long ago, and now he used to kill people, which was somewhat unjustifiable.
Just then!
A magician hurried over.
"Master, someone from the Beidou Sect wants to see you."
Mo Ganling was a little surprised and said: "Where are the people?"
Wang Wu walked over slowly, stepping on the snow, came to her, and said politely:
"I met Master Mo when I was under Beidou Sect Wang Wu."
Mo Ganling looked at him. He looked middle-aged, had deep eyes, was calm and calm, and said lightly:
"You dare to come to see me, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
Wang Wu said: "Since I am here, it means that I believe that Master Mo will not kill me."
"Haha!" Mo Ganling sneered a few times and said: "You are quite confident. You should be the counselor of Beidou Sect. Many people who wanted to ambush Beidou Sect and Ning Jiujian died miserably before.
Each time, I was ambushed, showing weakness outside, but actually hiding murderous intentions. You won't come back to set a trap for me, right?"
Wang Wu smiled and said: "Master Mo is joking. I am just an ordinary disciple in the Beidou Sect. I am favored by the sect master and I just want to contribute. I came here this time because I have something to discuss with Master Mo.
Hopefully we can work together.”
Mo Ganling said: "Cooperation? With you or with Ye Fan?"
"Cooperating with the Beidou Sect is also cooperating with our sect master."
"Then do you know that your sect master and I once fought to the death?"
"I know, but I believe that in front of the holy medicine, it is not a bad idea to temporarily put aside your previous grudges. Our sect master said that he will not pursue it. As long as you are willing to put aside your previous grudges, it will be treated as if it never happened."
"I remember that your sect leader is not such a person. He is not a magnanimous person. He will retaliate when he has a grudge, and he will repay you twice as much. I have heard of his terrible reputation."
"Back in the Formless Secret Realm, our sect master could have killed you, but he didn't. Didn't you find that he had special care for you?"
Mo Ganling thought for a moment.
Then I went astray.
Her cheeks turned slightly red, but she quickly covered it up.
Ye Fan's reputation is very loud both outside and inside the ruins. Although it is not very strong now, his rise is definitely the fastest and he will definitely be the overlord in the future.
Any woman would yearn for such a dazzling new star. Although Mo Ganling is more than a thousand years old, she still longs for love in her heart.
A woman is a girl until she dies!
A pink girl's heart always exists.
It is human nature for women to want to be strong.
"Did Mark ask you to come?"
Even the tone of his speech became less cold.
Wang Wu didn't know that she had gone astray. In an instant, after thinking so much, he said:
"Our sect master has invited you to have a detailed discussion face to face."
"Okay, lead the way... Uh, no!" Mo Ganling suddenly felt that she was too obvious, and shouldn't it be a boy who takes the initiative in this kind of thing? She immediately changed her mind and said:
"Since he wants to talk to me, let him come to me, and only him."
"Okay, come here?"
"Go to the outskirts of the dilapidated city, I'll wait for him there."
"good!"
Wang Wu left.
A magician next to him was a little confused and said: "Master, didn't you say you wanted to kill Ye Fan in the ruins? You are..."
The image of Ye Fan always appeared in Mo Ganling's mind, and she said:
"Actually, we don't have much grudges. I heard that Liang Chuxin and Yun Xianhe reconciled with him and fought side by side. In fact, it is the grievances between Yuan Tiangang's lineage and Li Chunfeng's lineage that have continued between us.
There's not much hatred, it's just a battle of ideas."
The disciple next to him couldn't say anything else.
They left here quickly.
Mark, the black man, was even more confused and couldn't understand it at all.
They also have their own stronghold.
It occupies a small area within the dilapidated city of Yuchu.
This ancient city is very dilapidated and full of age.
When I came here, I already saw Ye Fan.
"Ye Fan..."
The disciple was quite surprised and a little wary.
Mo Ganling hesitated for a while, asked the people next to her to retreat, stepped forward, clasped her fists, and said:
"Sect Leader Ye, are you looking for me to talk about cooperation? With your current strength, it is not a problem to kill and enter the holy realm. If you need to find me, the other party should not be easy, right?"
Ye Fan pointed to a river not far away and said:
"Shall we go for a walk over there?"
Mo Ganling's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
Does this mean you are inviting yourself to go for a walk?
Trying to calm his emotions, pretending to be calm, he said: "Okay, Sect Master Ye, please!"