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Eye of Desire Chapter 240: Use all means (2)

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    "The law is pure and cannot be tarnished?" Mo Tian shook his head disdainfully: "What kind of magic is worthy of what kind of person? Hypocrites like Immortal Law will be tarnished faster than anything else."  He shook his arm, and there was a palm-sized skull on his hand. The skull was crystal clear, like crystal, and its interior was shining with blood vessel-like liquid like human veins.  "The ghost blood of hell, hey, who would have thought that this kind of filth that even demons despise is the nemesis of immortal magic." Mo Tian smiled and threw the crystal skull in his hand into the three branching channels of immortal energy.  The heaviest road.  There was a sound like sulfuric acid corroding, and the crystal skull exploded, bursts of white smoke and ghosts appeared, and it grabbed the invisible energy in the air and gnawed at it.  The demon dragon on the side was dumbfounded. It knew Ghost Blood.  Of course, ghost blood is not real blood, but an evil energy fermented by the resentment of hell creatures.  "But even the lowest-level fang demons don't bother to absorb this kind of filthy and low-level energy, because the resentment contained in it is too deep. If you are not careful, even a strong man at the level of the devil may lose his mind and be controlled by resentment.  "Probably only mud beasts with no IQ or demon king-level experts who specialize in resentment are willing to chew it. This is the first time it has seen that ghost blood has the ability to break fairy spells.  As if he could see the puzzlement of the demon dragon, Mo Tian was in a good mood when he saw the ghost eating the immortal magic. He patiently explained a few sentences: "There is an old saying in our world, which is that those who are tough are afraid of being violent, and those who are violent are afraid of losing their lives.  Those who are desperate for their lives are afraid of mental illness. This magical method can only be regarded as horizontal at best, but ghost blood is a typical desperate one. If you talk about it more deeply, you don't understand the issue of class struggle. " The magic dragon is confused to begin with.  Hearing this, he became even more confused. He nodded in understanding, and secretly wrote down one sentence in his mind.  The most powerful thing in this world is mental illness!  Then he glanced at Mo Tian thoughtfully and thought, if the master is so powerful, he must be mentally ill Mo Tian was watching the show with gusto at the moment. If he knew what the dragon was thinking right now, he would definitely turn around and hold it down.  Beat him up.  Seeing that the ghost blood had finally eroded away the immortal magic, but most of the ghost blood had also perished with the pure immortal energy. When Mo Tian took it back, the fist-sized skull was only as thick as two thumbs.  "Okay, now only the illusion part is left, I leave it to you." Needless to say, Mo Tianduo, the hell dragon has already transformed into thousands of dragon shadows.  This illusion seems to be more visible than the one outside. Even Mo Tian can see that Ni Duan is coming, but with professionals around, of course he will not go out to do whatever he wants.  After a while, the dragon souls gathered in one place had found their direction, and Mo Tian hurriedly spread out his body to follow them.  What is surprising is that the dragon soul did not go along the three entrances at all.  Instead, he ran forward through the stone wall.  Mo Tian didn't hesitate and crashed into the stone wall, passing through the wall. It turned out to be nothing more than a phantom.  If you follow any of the three roads, according to the magic dragon, there is a very powerful force behind it, and I am afraid it will be another killing formation.  Mo Tian followed the Hell Demon Dragon, turning left and turning, breaking through many illusions along the way, jumping off cliffs several times, crawling through walls many times, and then walked into an extremely small empty room.  In front of it is a huge stone door, with a relief sculpture of an eight-clawed dragon flying high in the clouds, and mortals kneeling in worship can be vaguely seen below.  At this moment, Mo Tian suddenly frowned and looked towards a dark corner of the stone room. There was a person there!  A thin, dry, unkempt old Taoist priest sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a medium-sized stone in his hand, and stroking the stone with his other hand.  The old Taoist didn't look at Mo Tian and Mo Long at all, he put all his energy on the stone in his hand, his gentle eyes were like staring at a beloved lover.  "Is this old man an illusion?" This question was naturally asked to the magic dragon, after receiving a negative answer.  Doubts arose in Mo Tian's heart.  If it¡¯s not an illusion, wouldn¡¯t it be a real person?  When Mo Tian came in just now, he didn't notice the old man in his sight at all. If he hadn't been attracted by the rustling sound of the old man touching the stone with his hand, he might not have noticed him at all.  Obviously he was using his spiritual sense to explore the path, but he didn't feel it just now, but now he was using his spiritual sense to see it, but he was really there.  I¡¯m afraid this old man is not simple.  The old man didn¡¯t look at him, and he didn¡¯t pay attention to the old man. Instead, he walked to the stone door first, reached out and knocked, and even bent his arms to push forward hard.  Mo Tian's seemingly gentle push actually contained a huge amount of power. In the past, even a towering mountain would have trembled, but this stone door was not even a stone's throw away.Moving.  The Hell Dragon is originally a body of soul, and there are few things in this world that can trap it, but even the soul cannot pass through this weird door.  "Don't bother, this door has been connected to the space here using great supernatural powers. Unless a way is found to open the door, even if it is forced open, the entire space will only be broken in the end." Mo Tian was studying.  After half a day, he immediately gave up the idea of ??using phantom fire to forcefully break the door, and at the same time restrained the impulsive move of the Hell Demon Dragon.  When the strong attack failed, Mo Tian's eyes fell on the old man holding the stone.  In a flash, he appeared in front of the old Taoist: "Old Taoist, let me ask you how to open this door." The old Taoist still didn't look at Mo Tian. He held the stone with his skinny hands and opened and closed his mouth as if he was mumbling.  He murmured the incantation with a divine look on his face.  Normally, with Mo Tian's hearing, he could still hear the old man's voice no matter how quiet he spoke, even from a distance of a hundred feet.  But just now the entire small room was silent. He thought the old man was just opening and closing his mouth to show off, but when he appeared in front of the old man, the old man's voice rang in his ears again.  I only heard him murmuring: "Stones, stones, turned into gold, the old Taoist went back to see the Holy Lord, gold, gold turned into stones, the old Taoist's head fell offstones, gold, gold, stones" "What stones and gold, want this  It's not easy to turn a stone into gold." Mo Tian stretched out his finger and touched the stone in Lao Dao's hand, and the light overflowed, and the stone turned into a piece of brilliant gold!  "Gold, gold! I succeeded!" The old Taoist suddenly clapped his hands and jumped up. Then when he stretched out his hand and rubbed it hard on the piece of gold, his whole face became depressed again, and he saw that the piece of gold turned back into stone.  .  Still so unremarkable.  "Stone, Stone, I'm going to behead you again!" The old man cried sadly, his head lowered again, and he didn't even glance at Mo Tian from the beginning to the end.  " Turning stone into gold is not a difficult magic. In many legends, there are immortals from the heaven who come to the world to save all living beings. When they see the suffering of the people, they use the magic to turn stones into gold and help the people.  But in fact, the magic of turning stones into gold is actually just an illusion, which is used to deceive ordinary people. Even gods cannot forcefully tamper with the laws of matter and turn the essence of stone into gold.  When Mo Tian was performing this illusion, he was always paying attention to every move of the old man. From his surprised reaction when he saw Jin Zi to his subsequent disappointment, his expression was natural and flawless. It was not that he was pretending not to see Mo Tian, ??but  He was completely immersed in his own world, with nothing but the stone in his hand.  Mo Tian grabbed the old man's half-foot-long beard and lifted the old Taoist priest up: "Old man, stop pretending to be a ghost for me. Tell me how to open the door!" The old man who was grabbed by Mo Tian still looked nervous.  He looked at the stone anxiously, completely ignoring Mo Tian's words.  Mo Tian had heard that there was once a man who became obsessed with making swords. He made swords in front of the furnace every day and every night. Even if his body was injured and bleeding, he still didn't realize it. In the end, all his blood was shed, and he forged a sword that was unparalleled in the world.  Sword.  "You are so crazy, you are somewhat similar to that sword-making general." Mo Tian loosened his hands, and the old man fell to the ground with a thud. It was not that Mo Tian felt compassion, but that he knew that even if  Even if he killed the old man, his mind was still stuck on how to turn stone into gold.  "Stones, gold, grandma's, do I have to teach you the methods of ore metallurgy? But what you have is not a gold mine." Mo Tian guessed that the key to opening the door was in the old man's body, but  The real Midas touch?  No one can do anything about it.
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