I'm Really Not A Hidden World Expert

"I won't spare you guys. When I release Patriarch Jiuyou, all of you will have to die."

Tian Xiong staggered out of the yard, wiped off the stains on his face, and looked back, full of killing intent.

Although Ji Mo spared his life, it was obvious that he would not be grateful, but instead thought about how to take revenge.

This kind of person is an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, cold-blooded and ruthless.

Tian Xiong rushed over, and then fled in a daze, breaking everyone's glasses.

Various forces rushed to investigate, trying to find out the truth of the matter.

Tian Xiong was cautious and fearful along the way, for fear of being intercepted and killed halfway.

Fortunately, his remaining prestige was still there, and no one dared to attack easily, allowing him to escape back to the Sirius Gang smoothly.

Tian Xiong called Ma Peng and decided to let him escort him to meet the ancestor Jiuyou.

He was seriously injured and had to be treated as soon as possible. Brahma Sect and Xuanshui Pavilion would definitely take action after hearing the news. The Sirius Gang was no longer safe.

At this time, only Patriarch Jiuyou can quickly heal his injuries and at the same time have the ability to protect him comprehensively.

"Then Ji Mo, it's really so powerful that it hurt the adoptive father so badly."

Ma Peng went up to check on Tian Xiong's injury with a concerned face.

"It's unfathomable! You can't stay here for long, you accompany me to see the ancestor immediately."

Tian Xiong still has lingering fears in his heart, and he doesn't want to talk more, he just wants to seek the protection of the ancestor Jiuyou, so as to avoid disaster first.

Helping up Tian Xiong, who was seriously injured, a creepy smile appeared on the corner of Ma Peng's mouth.

"Father, don't worry, my child will take you to see the ancestor and take your corpse!"

Ma Peng no longer concealed it, showing his ugly face, and stabbed a dagger into Tian Xiong's heart.

"Peng Er, why..."

Tian Xiong held Ma Peng's arm tightly, his face was ashen, he couldn't believe that the person he trusted the most would put him to death.

Only then did he understand the special meaning of Ji Mo's words.

"Let him go, don't worry about a dead man."

"Be careful of those around you, rat tail juice!"

It turned out that Ji Mo knew all this in advance and kindly reminded me, but I didn't believe it.

Then Ji Mo has unpredictable abilities, but I still want to deal with such an expert all the time, it's sad and ridiculous!

Tian Xiong regretted it too much, but it was too late.

"Father, don't blame the child, Jiuyou Patriarch said, as long as I get rid of you, everything is mine."

Ma Peng finally got his wish and laughed wildly.

"Heh, you actually believed that old ghost's nonsense, making deals with the devil will never end well. Listen to me, stay away from the ancestor of Jiuyou, and you will have a way to survive."

Tian Xiong exhausted his last vitality and left a piece of advice to Ma Peng, and then he swallowed his last breath unwillingly.

It's good to say that people are about to die. He really thinks about Ma Peng, but obviously Ma Peng won't listen to it.

The news of Tian Xiong's tragic death and Ma Peng's ascension caused a sensation.

After Lin Zhan and Qiao Surong heard the news, they immediately mobilized troops to attack the Sirius Gang in an all-round way.

However, the headquarters of the Sirius Gang has long been empty, no matter how hard they search, they don't know where Ma Peng is hiding with the tens of thousands of Sirius Gang members.

Afterwards, the disappearance of cultivator mysterious never happened again.

People realized later that everything was caused by the Sirius gang, but unfortunately it was too late to take revenge.

Inside Ji Mo's courtyard.

Xuan Ao, Fan Jingxing, and Huineng, who were doing farm work, gathered together to chat with sad expressions.

"Have you heard that Tian Xiong is dead, Mr. Ji really speaks for himself."

Huineng said in a low voice, with a trace of panic remaining on his face.

I remember when Ji Mo said that Tian Xiong was a dead person, he didn't understand it, but now he thinks carefully and is terrified that Ji Mo gave Tian Xiong his life in advance.

Such methods are unheard of and terrifying!

Fan Jingxing swallowed, and speculated uncertainly, "Could it be the legendary law of speaking?"

"Speaking out the law is the method of the immortal family. Could it be that Mr. Ji came from the upper realm?"

Xuan Ao waved his paw and pointed to the sky.

Now, the three of them fell into silence. The more they discussed, the more they felt that Ji Mo was as vast and unfathomable as the sea.

Hui Neng clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddha's name, and said, "Small hermits are hidden in the mountains and forests, great ones are hidden in the busy city, and gods are hidden in the world of mortals. I suspect that Mr. Ji is cultivating the Dao of the world of mortals, and finally he will prove the unparalleled fruit of the world of mortals!"

"It makes sense. It's ridiculous that Hong Qiantu also concluded that Mr. Ji came for the tomb of the White Emperor. With his wealth, how could he covet the mere treasure of the White Emperor. Mr. Ji, he is actually playing a big game of chess."

Fan Jingxing's face was full of reverence, and after some brainstorming, his admiration for Ji Mo was like a torrent of river water.

"Hey, let's make a fortune in silence, just pretend that we don't know anything, treat the master as a mortal, and just do our job well."

At some point, Tianpeng squeezed into the middle of the three and expressed his opinion.

"Extremely true!"

The four of them looked at each other and smiled, their little plans in their hearts clattering loudly.

"Four idiots!"

The Nine Changes Celestial Silkworm in the distance looked at the four Tie Hanhan with disgust on his face, and sighed, "You are still too young."

Ji Mo inside the house rubbed his nose, looked out the window, and saw the people and animals giggling together, feeling a little warmer in his heart.

Having lived alone for eight years, he was also lonely in his heart.

Now that the yard is gradually becoming more angry, he is also extremely happy in his heart. He finds that he has gradually begun to integrate into this world.

...

In the valley, Hong Qiantu and the others gathered together again, sighing.

The allies were neat and tidy last time, but now there are three less.

"Those three old brothers lived a very hard life, which is not a human life at all."

"Xuan'ao likes to devour living things most, and eats meat with big mouthfuls. Now he eats grass roots every day. I'm afraid he's skinny and skinny, only the shell of a tortoise remains."

"Brother Fan Jingxing, he used to be thin-skinned and white-fleshed, but now exposed to the wind and sun, he is almost turning into charcoal hair."

"Master Huineng is even worse. At least he is a sect master, but now he is plowing the land and growing vegetables all day long. How can he have the face to meet thousands of disciples in the future?"

Several people exchanged the news they inquired, and their expressions became more and more ugly.

We are all allies, we can be regarded as grasshoppers on the same rope, and now seeing our allies suffer like this, we all empathize with each other, and feel extremely sad.

Hong Qiantu blamed himself even more, and said, "It's all my fault. I should have stopped the three old brothers in the first place. I knew that Ji Mo was extremely cruel, but how could I just watch them jump into the fire pit."

Someone asked, "What good strategy do you guys have now, to deal with that Ji Mo?"

Whether Xuan'ao and the others can be saved is another matter, and they cannot be left alone.

All parties have invested a lot of manpower and material resources for the tomb of the White Emperor. Could it be that cupped hands are so in vain?

"In my opinion, there is no need to worry too much, everyone gathers all their strengths and gives Ji Mo a thunderous blow."

At this time, a voice full of boundless killing intent came from a distance.