The upper realm. The third heaven.
In a place shrouded in spiritual mist, within a hundred miles of the sacred mountains and streams, there were a few carcasses of sacred beasts hanging on the water, and broken branches and fallen leaves floating on the water.
Shen Mojin sat down at the foot of a big rock in a completely ungraceful manner, looking up blankly into the distance. His body was extremely thin, almost bony, and his dark-colored robe was stained with mud.
The eye sockets are deep and sunken.
Prominent cheekbones.
The ink-black pupils were filled with bloodshot.
Thousands of empty wine jars were scattered around his feet, along with a long sword. In his hand, he held the [Collection of Seals]. The paper at the page turn was wet with unknown water stains, and the wrinkles were wrinkled, and the ink smudged and stained the writing.
"stand up."
As soon as Wuwang arrived here, he saw Shen Mojin like this, his peach blossom eyes narrowed and his expression was unpredictable.
No misfortune!
This is the person who wants to steal his wine.
Upon hearing the voice, Shen Mojin threw away the rare copy of the chronicle in his hand, picked up the long sword at his feet, and without saying a word, attacked the exquisite and handsome Dizang in front of him fiercely.
"I don't want to be stained with blood today, so don't force me to do it."
Wuwang frowned and avoided the attack, then stood on the hillside of the sacred mountain behind him, looking down at the man beside the rock with a calm look.
Shen Mojin leaped into the air and onto the sacred mountain, standing two meters away from Wuwang.
"I should have killed you long ago!" Shen Mojin opened his thin lips slightly and used lip language. A sense of hostility gradually rose from his thin and broken figure.
Why are you clinging to Jiujiu?
Can't you just be a Ksitigarbha and stay in the underworld?
If he had known that Wuwang would haunt Jiujiu, he should have used every possible means to kill Wuwang before the mark of destiny appeared.
Thinking about the future, Jiujiu will also... act like a spoiled child to Wuwang, and affectionately call Wuwang "husband"...
Shen Mojin gripped the sword tightly and slashed at Wuwang with all his might, desperately wanting to vent the uneasiness and crazy anger in his heart.
"I should say this to you."
Wuwang dodged the opponent's sword, and the sacred mountain under his feet shattered, and slid down with a "crash" like a landslide caused by an earthquake.
If he had killed Shen Mojin earlier and quietly.
He can have the wine all to himself.
Blame myself for being too kind and not wanting to cause killing.
Wuwang said coldly, "Wuji told you about refining the mark, right?"
"So what?" Shen Mojin failed twice, so he dropped his sword and prepared to use the advanced version of the Soul-Devouring Ball to destroy the demon on the top floor of the pagoda with one blow.
He wants to destroy everything.
"I want to tell you that Jiujiu is already with me. Don't make trouble in front of her in the future."
"This is impossible. Jiujiu doesn't like you at all." The soul-devouring ball in Shen Mojin's hand has already accumulated a soul core.
"Are you so sure that she doesn't like me?"
"Jiujiu said that she only likes me." Shen Mojin suppressed his uneasy and panicked emotions and quickly absorbed the spiritual power of the environment to enrich the soul-devouring ball.
"Haha, why do you have to deceive yourself?"
Wuwang sneered, took out his expensive black cell phone, opened the WeChat chat history, and turned the screen to Shen Mojin.
【Gin: @东御未失, Adong, I miss you a little bit. 】
[Gin: You look so pretty standing in line for me! ]
【East is not lost: //Voice message//.pat on the head.JPG】
Shen Mojin glanced casually at the screen, then suddenly stopped, staring at the familiar WeChat avatar.
He stopped absorbing the Soul Devouring Ball and wanted to seize the Wuwang phone to confirm its authenticity.
"Whether it is true or not, you will know when you return to Earth." Wuwang put away his phone in advance, admiring Shen Mojin's expression with a half-smile.
"You must have forced Jiujiu."
Shen Mojin could no longer control his anger. He locked onto Wuwang with his spiritual sense and smashed the Soul-Devouring Ball in his hand hard.
"Bang!" The soul-devouring ball that had not yet accumulated full spiritual power exploded.
The two handsome men dodged backwards at the same time, and the cracked sacred mountain under their feet was blown into ruins.
Wuwang landed on another mountain.
Shen Mojin chased after him with a sword in hand, and was about to continue his attack when he was stopped by Wuwang's words.
"Enough! This is not the world of cultivation. Killing you only takes a thought. If you do it again, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Seeing that Shen Mojin still wanted to fight.
It is not in his nature to be tolerant.
Wuwang formed seals with his hands and attacked Shen Mojin. Shen Mojin seemed to be under a spell and could not move in an instant.
He looked at Shen Mojin dimly, "Jiujiu, let me take you back."
"Jiujiu asked you to do that...?" Shen Mojin couldn't believe it.
Wuwang's voice was deep and tinged with annoyance, "Jiujiu was worried that something might happen to you during your tribulation, so she asked me to come and check on the situation. Don't make trouble with her when you return to Earth.
It is Jiujiu’s freedom to like whoever she wants.
If you make her unhappy.
I won't forgive you." He stared at Shen Mojin with a warning.
"Heh." Shen Mojin snorted coldly.
Wuwang continued indifferently, "Since she has chosen the path of refining the mark, I'm sure Wuji has explained it to you in detail.
In a few days, I will take her to live with me."
When Shen Mojin heard "take her to live with me", his fists clenched again.
He used up his divine power to break free from the restraints and stabbed Wuwang with his sword.
Wuwang avoided the sword, and with his elegant outfit, he violently swung his hand and struck Shen Mojin with a palm.
"puff--"
Shen Mojin fell to the ground before he could react, spitting out blood from his mouth, and a few bloodstains appeared on his gray robe.
His narrow eyes stared at Wuwang who stood proudly.
The cold and cruel gaze almost burned a hole in Wuwang.
Wuwang lowered his eyes and sarcastically said to the fallen man, "It's been a month and a half, right? If my guess is correct, you've already completed your tribulation a month and a half ago."
Jiujiu was in the lower world, waiting for you anxiously for two whole days.
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