Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 357 Reinforcements

Pausing in mid-air for a while, the man in black glared bitterly at Mo Qiu's direction before turning back.

He is very clear.

Even if he rushes over at this time, it is impossible to meet Mo Qiu, the other party is afraid that he has already returned to his lair.

And there, there is a formation guarding it. Although he is confident, he is not sure that he can break through it.

Especially in the case of losing distraction and reducing strength.

"Shua!"

The bloody light turned back and landed on a mountain top.

Not long.

In the high sky in the distance, a shocking red light suddenly appeared, and it fled towards this at an astonishing speed.

One second it was still on the horizon, and the next moment it was already approaching.

"call……"

The gust of wind shook, showing several figures.

A middle-aged man in the lead, tall and thin, with gloomy eyes, is the true biography of the Nine Evil Palace, blood dragon son Zhao Wuya.

"Brother Gongye."

Facing the man in black, Zhao Wuya clasped his hands together, respectfully:

"After a year, don't come here without any problems."

"Hmph!" The man in black snorted coldly:

"If you have anything to say, just say it, don't pretend to be in front of me, beat around the bush."

Even if Zhao Wuya is the true biography of the Hall of Nine Evil Spirits, he doesn't have a good face.

One is that the man in black is old, senior, and well-mannered, and everyone present is considered his junior.

The second is jealousy.

Zhao Wuya, who just passed fifty, in his eyes, his blood is concentrated and his aura is like the sky.

Faintly, there is a sense of detachment.

As for himself, even though he has also perfected Qi refining, but because he has passed the sixty-year-old limit and his blood is empty, he has already lost the vitality and the possibility of advancement in the other party.

This made him jealous and jealous, and he didn't have a good face.

"you……"

Zhao Wuya's prestige was extremely high among the disciples of the Nine Shattered Hall, and when he heard this, some people showed angry faces.

You have to understand it when you step forward.

"Haha..." Zhao Wuya laughed loudly, waved his hand to stop his fellow disciples, his eyes flashed fiercely:

"Brother Gong is still quick to speak!"

"Since that's the case, Mr. Zhao won't say anything more. I want to meet the senior Ming of the Shangzong."

"Huh?" Gong Ye narrowed his eyes:

"You want to see Master Ming?"

"good."

Zhao Wuya nodded, pondered for a while, and then he opened his mouth to transmit the whole story.

"There is such a thing?" Gong Ye's expression changed, he was surprised and happy, and finally his expression became serious:

"If this matter is true, Master will definitely meet you."

"but……"

He paused and said:

"Before that, you need to help me kill someone first!"

"Kill?" Zhao Wuya chuckled lightly:

"As long as senior brother Gong opens his mouth, let alone killing one person, even if it is killing a city, what's the problem?"

"Speaking of which, there is a disciple from our sect who also came here, I wonder if the senior brother has seen it?"

"That person should already be dead." The corner of Gong Ye's mouth curled up slightly:

"And, if nothing else happens, he should have died at the hands of the person I want to kill."

"Oh!" Zhao Wuya narrowed his eyes:

"Since this is the case, we must not let it go."

Gong Ye smiled sinisterly, and with a move, the flying sword shot from a distance landed in his hand.

…………

Mo Qiu stood on top of a mountain rock, with both hands clasped in vain, and a blood-colored dagger in his palm was struggling frantically.

It's obviously just a dead thing, but right now, it's like a nimbly swimming fish, crazily darting back and forth.

But seeing the blood shadow flickering in the palm, the afterimage remains, and it is difficult to see the main body.

Distracted Yujian, he has only seen it in books and heard it occasionally, but this is the first time he has actually seen it.

It is different from Daoji monk's distracted sword.

This cultivator of the Blood Evil Sect split his spirit and soul just for the sake of parasitism in the future.

And use the secret method to devour other people's energy and spirit for nourishment.

The power is also limited.

Under the bombardment of his Nine Fire Dragon, the distraction only persisted for a moment before it melted away.

But this flying sword, because of its high quality, has never been able to erase the hidden spirituality.

High-grade magic weapon!

Apart from Wangui Banner, this was the first time that another high-grade magic weapon was so close to him.

Mo Qiu was undoubtedly very moved.

However, the strength of this sword's struggle is also extremely terrifying, and the blade is so sharp that he dare not touch it lightly.

If given enough time, it can be spent slowly.

but……

Looking back at the distance, Mo Qiu frowned slightly, then sighed lightly, and let go of the restraint.

"Shua!"

As soon as the bloody flying sword bounced, it turned into a stream of bloody light and fled towards the distance.

Shaking his head, a dark wind swirled behind him, wrapping the unconscious Shan Bugui and them back to the valley where he lived.

He needs to report what happened here as soon as possible, and let the Zongmen and the Justice Department come to deal with it.

A cultivator of the Blood Fiend Sect who was suspected to have perfected his Qi refining was no longer something Moqiu such a "disciple from an outer sect" could handle.

It doesn't work.

Then I had no choice but to leave first.

In the past few years, she has already opened up several secret passages at the bottom of the valley, which can lead to underground canals.

Coupled with the non-phase restraining breath, unless it is the Daoji master himself, otherwise it is not difficult to escape.

After half a day.

Qijia came with the Wu family one by one, and settled down near the mouth of the valley.

On the other hand, Wu Liancheng and his wife, because they went outside the city, they only sent a message, but they haven't arrived yet.

Another day.

The expected monk of the Blood Evil Sect did not come.

This didn't make Moqiu feel relaxed, on the contrary, his brows were furrowed, as if the wind and rain were about to come and cloud the building.

"Um……"

Ji Xue propped herself up, kneading her forehead with pain on her face, she became dull for a moment, then her body froze suddenly.

Wasn't he being swallowed by that demon?

Why didn't you die?

master……

"master!"

She screamed and opened her eyes.

"you're awake."

Mo Qiu sat cross-legged at the side, hearing the sound, it seemed:

"Your master is in the back room, go and have a look."

"It's you." Ji Xue's eyes lit up, her mind turned quickly, and there were many associations in her mind.

When the following people were in ecstasy, they hastily kowtowed:

"Thank you senior for saving your life."

"Let's take a look at the back first." Mo Qiu shook his head, his voice indifferent:

"No matter how late it is, I'm afraid there will be no time."

"What?"

Hearing this, Ji Xue's face turned pale, and before she had time to think, she hurriedly got up and ran towards the back room.

Not long after, desolate cries came from behind.

a long time.

The distraught Jixue walked out of the room, staggered to Mo Qiu, and knelt down on the ground with his knees limp.

"My master... is gone."

Its sound was empty.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are just like this." Mo Qiu sighed softly upon seeing this:

"Even the lofty Taoist Immortal Cultivator, or even the Grandmaster who has obtained the Golden Core, will have a limited time."

"Besides, Fellow Daoist Shan is not young, and this day will come sooner or later."

"You, mourn and resign."

Ji Xue's head was lowered, she didn't say a word, only saw a drop of teardrops falling, and her delicate body trembled slightly.

"senior."

I don't know how long it took before she choked up and said:

"Before my teacher left, I said thank you for your kindness of helping me, and I would like... to repay you with this thing."

As he spoke, he tremblingly took out a jade slip from his body, held it up with both hands, and brought it to the front.

"Dazzling talisman."

Don't beg God to scan it, ponder for a while, and put it away:

"This thing is really useful to me, so you're welcome, Miss Ji, please get up first."

He is currently practicing with all his heart and has no time to be distracted.

But one day, if there is no hope of foundation, or to go further, you can specialize in one or two.

"Senior." Ji Xue kowtowed, and slowly got up with red eyes:

"The family teacher's last wish on his deathbed is to let the junior follow the senior around, and he has repaid his life-saving grace."

"It's not necessary." Mo Qiu shook his head:

"In addition, although Mo took the two from that person, he failed to do anything to him."

"We are not safe."

"ah!"

Ji Xue nodded blankly, her heart was full of confusion, and Shan Bugui passed away, leaving her at a loss as to what to do.

"You don't have to worry." Mo Qiu raised his eyes and said:

"In a few days, maybe there will be a turning point."

Not a few days.

the next day.

The streamer emerged from the sky, pierced through the heavy white clouds, pulled out a long ribbon in the sky, and landed in front of the valley.

The halo dissipated, revealing five people.

Two of them were dressed in the inner sect's costumes of the Cangyu School, and the three were dressed as court judges.

Mo Qiu has been waiting here for a long time, and when he sees this, he salutes:

"Don't ask, I've seen you all."

"What's going on?" Che Zhidao said with a cold face:

"Brother Su has only been away for a few days, and you sent a message saying that you are not qualified for the position here."

"Since Junior Brother has seen my message, he should be clear that the Wu family has been targeted." Mo Qiu's voice was indifferent:

"In addition, there is a high-ranking cultivator of the Blood Fiend Sect hiding nearby, so Mo Mou just has self-knowledge."

"If the younger brother is capable, he can take over."

"You!" Che Zhidao's face darkened:

"My surname is Mo, I am an inner disciple, and you are just an outer disciple, so that's how you talk to me."

"Che Zhidao, don't forget, I was the senior brother of your class." Mo Qiu's face was full of anger:

"As a junior, you should be respectful!"

"you……"

"Okay, okay." The old man on the side frowned:

"Let's not say a few words, we are all brothers in the same sect, so if we make a fuss, let others see the joke for no reason."

Immediately said:

"Junior Brother Mo, I am Lin Luhua from Chihuo Peak, you should have heard of my name, right?"

"Senior Brother Lin." Mo Qiu cupped his hands:

"I've heard about it for a long time."

This Chihuofeng disciple on the eleventh level of Qi refining is indeed well-known in the sect.

After all, there are only a few qi refining disciples with top-grade magical artifacts, and he is one of them.

"These are friends from the Justice Department." Lin Luhua nodded and stretched out his hand to lead:

"Ouyang Ping, the gold medal store leader, and Zhou Zheng and Zhou Ping brothers, the two silver medal hunters, are here to investigate what happened a few days ago."

"Friend Mo." Ouyang Ping said solemnly:

"Hai Wentian, did he really die at the hands of the blood evil sect?"

"It should be." Mo Qiu nodded:

"I have seen with my own eyes that the body of Hai Butou was melted by the blood, and that person's strength may have been perfected."

"Hmph!" Che Zhidao sneered:

"If that person had perfected his qi refining, would you be able to live to this day? I'm afraid you don't know how deep you are?"

Don't beg your eyes to sink:

"If junior brother doesn't believe it, when it's time to fight, you can play in the front court, and Mo Mou will be in the rear."

"Okay." Lin Luhua sighed:

"No matter what his cultivation level is, as long as he doesn't escape, he will definitely die this time!"