Muyan took a deep breath. His eyes were red as blood, and his voice was hoarse, but he was very firm: "no, I won't regret it if I choose." At this time, not far from the door of the sky, there was a loud noise. Others don't know the battle, but mu Yan is clear. The split of Mo Qingshan is broken. Ling Yusheng holds the pen in his hand. A space gap, he slowly opened out. To this step, Ling Yusheng has vomited blood, eyes suddenly. His brain seems to burst at any time due to the excessive use of the field. His hands were not even strong enough to make his pen drop into the space box.  the next moment, Yun Ruohan's hand grasped the penholder of Fengshen order. It's Qin Jiu's hand, Leng Yumo's hand, and LAN Luoyu's hand. The hands of one function after another and Ling Yusheng hold the order of Fengshen and send it into the space box. Boom! Almost at the same time, in the domain space, Mo Qingshan finally broke away from the confinement and came to Ling Yusheng's face. Muyan didn't hesitate any more. He flew out like lightning and appeared in Ling Yusheng's face. Bang! The sword made a loud noise when it crossed with the scroll. The sword opens behind the product. On each sword, it seems that there is a pair of jade white hands holding it gently. Mo Qingshan took a step back, glanced at the bottom of his mouth and put on a cool smile: "I'm still a woman's benevolence. It's hard to be a great tool. Now I'm a little girl!" His face was almost white. The long and thin body is wrapped in the blue clothes. The clothes are blowing and hunting. There is a kind of illusion that the wind will blow away and disappear in this world at any time. Mo Qingshan's separation is similar to that of Mu Yan. It is also the separation of three spirits. Great strength, once damaged, will also make great loss of strength. And Xiaoyao Xiaozi finally destroyed one of his parts with a nearly self destructive method. He drags his strength to the level of Moyan. Mo Qingshan chuckled, and the scroll in his hand flickered, and gradually turned into a sword. The sword is simple and unsophisticated. It doesn't touch the eye at all. When Mo Qingshan reached the sword in his hand, he showed a kind of trance nostalgic spirit“【 This is my magic weapon, but now I'm about to forget what it looks like? " Give him the seal of God and the seal of God with the sound of ,  Li . But he didn't use them as magic weapons, but as the agent of his communication with his friends. Mo Qingshan especially likes to write down his agent's book with fengshenling's painting paper and brush, and then let him send it to you. At that time, I like Qingming sword. The magic weapon of the Immortal Emperor does not need to be cultivated, but it is large enough. But I always like to hold it in my hand and brush the sword with my own power. The magic weapon is connected with the spirit. When Mo Qingshan was young, he felt the warmth and itching of the bone. He was happy and peaceful. He hoped that such a life would never end. Later, the "Li" sound disappeared. In order to refine his body into a puppet like Luocha, and to increase his strength, he integrated the magic weapon Qingming sword into the order of Fengshen. Just like his people, good and happiness, all under a general seal.