Four o'clock in the morning.

The sky was still pitch black.

A flying boat swept past the top of a lofty mountain.

Nian Chen and Xiuyun stood side by side.

The speed of private jets is much faster than that of helicopter gunships.

This flight, in just seven or eight hours, arrived at a small airport only fifty miles away from the Dragon Mountain Range.

In the past fifty miles, Nian Chen chose to drive the flying boat to fly directly.

Flying directly from Donghai City consumes too much mana, even a Jindan monk can't afford it.

In the later years of foundation building, it is natural that it will not be able to drive the flying boat to come in one go, not to mention that this world, after all, is the world of ordinary people, and driving the flying boat is really shocking.

However, at this distance of fifty miles, there is no problem in driving the flying boat.

And it's night, so there's no need to worry about driving the flying boat.

Moments later, the ship came to the periphery of the Moro habitat that was shrouded in a large array.

Returning to her hometown, Xiuyun looked very nervous, and a touch of sadness appeared in the depths of her eyes.

His parents and relatives have been executed by the Great Wizard.

Xiuyun didn't blame the Great Wizard.

This kind of thing can't be said to be right or wrong, after all, what the great wizard is carrying is the mission inherited by the entire Moro tribe.

And the father, who was the former patriarch, quietly let go of his most important sacrifice, which was a betrayal for the entire Moro clan......

Feeling his wife's nervousness and sadness, Nian Chen held each other's palms tighter.

"Sister, don't be nervous, with Zhong Mubai here, the Moro people will not do anything to us, and you will return to the clan justifiably!"

Xiuyun nodded slightly.

When Nian Chen didn't know how to alarm the Moro people in the big array, he found that a bright formation light curtain suddenly appeared, and then a passage lay in front of him.

"The Great Wizard of the Moro Clan, Heriti, greets the Holy Maiden, and welcomes friends from afar!"

The voice of the Great Wizard clearly reached the ears of Nian Chen and Xiuyun.

Nian Chen bowed slightly to show his gratitude, and then drove the flying boat and shot towards the passage......

Passing through the passage, the familiar Luba swamp appeared in front of me, still confused and black mud.

However, the nearby Moro settlement is beautiful and full of flowers, which is very different from the harsh swamp that is close by.

Nian Chen didn't bother to enjoy the scenery, and directly looked at the group of war witches and Moro patriarchs led by the great wizard in front of him, as well as hundreds of Moro girls holding flowers in their hands.

In the crowd, two familiar girls smiled at Nianchen.

They were the ones who used to be in charge of Nianchen and Yanhuang's three meals a day, but at that time Nianchen was a prisoner.

There is also a familiar figure - Qi Zamo.

Qian Bohao's master, a former member of the Dongsheng Temple, has now completely returned to the clan, separated from the Dongsheng Temple, and become a wizard in the Moro clan.

A group of Moro girls sent a puff of flowers to Nianchen and Xiuyun and placed them into two heart-shaped wreaths...... Ahem, garland, and then sang a cheerful witch song to welcome guests from afar.

Nian Chen could only endure his temperament, smiling on his face, and constantly returning gifts with Xiuyun.

Finally, after the welcome ceremony was over, Nian Chen looked eagerly at the Great Wizard:

"Lord Wizard, I have an urgent matter to see your Holy Witch Ancestor, please be accommodating!"

The Great Wizard bowed deeply to the Nianchen:

"Fellow Daoist, I have tormented the old man, you are the most honored guest of my Moro clan, and from Zahayunna, you are the husband of my Moro saintess, and you are also a member of my Moro clan!"

"The Holy Witch Ancestor has spoken, as soon as the Nian Daoist friend comes, you can go directly to the Holy Mountain Blood Pool, and the Holy Witch Ancestor will retreat and cultivate in the blood pool, I can't disturb or accompany you, and please forgive the Nian Daoyou!"

Nian Chen understood that the reason why the Great Wizard Herriqi's attitude towards himself had changed greatly was because the Holy Witch Ancestor Zhong Mubai had already spoken in advance.

So Nian Chen was not polite, said "confession", and drove the flying boat towards the holy mountain......

A group of war witches were furious when they saw that Nian Chen was so unscrupulous, and they actually drove the flying boat to the forbidden land of the Holy Mountain.

However, the Great Wizard's eyes suddenly turned cold, stopping the attack of this group of high-level war witches.

"Remember, the Holy Witch Ancestor said that Nian Chen is the most honored guest of my Moro clan!"

"Whatever he does, it is the permission of the Holy Witch Lord, and the Holy Witch Lord also said that no matter what the Daoist Friends have in the future, my Moro Clan must go all out!"

Although the faces of the group of war witches were full of doubts, the words of the Holy Witch Ancestor made them awe and obey from the bottom of their souls, and they nodded with burning eyes one by one......

Nian Chen didn't know that his actions had violated the taboo of the Moro tribe.

Because he wanted to know the whereabouts of his master too much, Nian Chen drove the flying boat to a rapid speed, and in the blink of an eye, he passed through the unfathomable cave passage and came to the edge of the blood pool in the underground world.

"Brother Zhong, are you there?"

Nian Chen shouted loudly.

Hula......

Between the churning of the pool of blood, a figure that was no different from a normal human shot out from the pool of blood.

Nian Chen recognized at a glance that this figure was Zhong Mubai who had shrunk the body of the ancient witch.

Jumping up from the pool of blood, Zhong Mubai's body was clean, and he also used mana to derive a set of linen clothes.

"Where is my master?"

Nian Chen couldn't wait to ask.

Zhong Mubai sat directly cross-legged on the ground, with no joy or anger on his face.

"You kid should have guessed the answer a long time ago, so why ask knowingly!"

Poof.

Nianchen's whole person suddenly fell to the ground softly.

Next to him, he didn't know how to call Zhong Mubai, whether to kneel and bow three times according to the rules of the Moro people, when he saw his husband falling, he hurriedly stepped forward to investigate, and left all etiquette behind.

"Don't be nervous, this guy is just in a hurry, wait for this seat to wake him up!"

Before Zhong Mubai's words fell, he directly shot out a burst of energy and drilled into Nianchen's body......

As soon as Nian Chen opened his eyes, he suddenly rolled over and jumped up.

"You...... You mean, my master and his old man have ......."

Nianchen's eyes were pleading, as if begging Zhong Mubai not to nod and not to give an answer that he could not bear.

However, Zhong Mubai still nodded calmly: "He has already exploded and died, his soul is scattered, and he can't even bring back his body!"

Master...... Father......

Nian Chen suddenly shouted hoarsely, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, blocking the unspoken call.

When he looked up at the top of the cave, Nian Chen knelt down with a puff, and then kowtowed nine times in a row.

"Woooooooooo......oo My son is not filial, and he can't do anything for you!"

"I don't even have the ability to fight alongside you, my son can't ......"

Between the howls, Nian Chen suddenly slapped his big mouth a few times, and the right side of his face instantly became swollen.

Because of excessive sadness, he was in a hurry, and he kept spitting out mouthfuls of blood foam in his mouth......