Walking out of the bustling street, Mo Beichen decided to take a small road to Shen's house.

Now the blue sky and white days make the light work too eye-catching, so he walked hard for half an hour, and finally walked out of the densely populated street market and came to a deserted place in the southwest of Duanzhou.

There is no official road passing here, and there is only a loess path a few feet wide between sparse trees in the wilderness. There are not many people coming and going, so the scenery is also beautiful, the green mountains and green waters on both sides, the wild grasses are overgrown, and Mo Beichen is also happy to hum a little song and walk slowly.

There seemed to be no one around, Mo Beichen walked into the forest, jumped to the tree with confidence, jumped and jumped, and ran briskly on the branches, like a squirrel playing happily in the tree.

Suddenly, there was a sound of fighting in the forest a few feet away. Mo Beichen pricked up his ears, not deliberately listening, but when he listened, he heard a familiar voice.

It's really haunting. Mo Beichen snorted in annoyance.

You don't go to Yangguan Avenue, learn from Lao Tzu and I take the path, today is really an auspicious day, and you can get together if you want to go to Shen's house.

That sharp and piercing "master" was not made by Gonggong Wu.

Looks like something good must have happened to them.

Mo Beichen was a little gloating, but in order to prevent him from getting burned again, he was ready to run in a different direction without making a sound. But as soon as he turned around, he heard a familiar voice again: "Wen Er, go to the Shen family for help, go quickly." ”

Xia Lingran.

Heh, I didn't expect him to be so nervous and gaffe. Listening to his voice, there is not a trace of the usual calm elegance.

Mo Beichen suddenly became interested, although he knew that voyeurism was not good, but in order to satisfy his bad taste, he still resolutely and quietly approached the place of fighting.

This is a secluded clearing in the middle of the forest, surrounded by towering giant trees, and no matter how strong the sun is outside, it is also cool inside. It's really a good place to fight and watch a show.

The location is just right. Mo Beichen picked a safe place and sat leisurely on the branch of a certain big tree, looking down with interest.

The carriage I had seen yesterday had been torn in half in the middle of the roof, and the horse was dead and the fragments of the carriage were scattered all over the place. The two gray-clothed men who were driving the car, with cold and hard expressions, and a person with a scar on the right side of his face were protecting in front of the emperor and Gonggong Wu, and the other one named "Wen Er" was blocked by several black-clothed people in a corner not far away.

It seems that it is impossible for this Wen Er to go to the Shen family for help.

Xia Lingran held the sword with one hand, his face was solemn, he was besieged by six people, Qingjun's face was covered with sweat, and the situation was very bad.

Father-in-law Wu sat on the ground with a piece of snow-white silk in his hand to help the injured Mo Junyan wipe the bloodstains.

Wow, the daring assassin is the emperor who came to assassinate Weifu for a private visit. As for the emperor, he was really injured, and now he was leaning on the trunk of the tree weakly, his eyebrows were full of hidden pain, and the hand resting on his chest was clenched into a fist, and the green tendons were exposed.

Mo Beichen was a little surprised, although he didn't want to admit it, but in his eyes, Emperor Mo Junyan had always been a great man who could not be defeated like a god, and now he actually fell, and it seemed that he could be easily injured, uh-huh, it seems that these assassins today are not simple.

Counting carefully, against the five people of the emperor's party, a total of eighteen assassins came, all dressed in strange purple black clothes, with a silver ghost mask on their faces, and the weapons in their hands were dark iron rods, and their body style was also extremely strange and ruthless.

Xia Lingran's civil and military skills are by no means fake. As the head of the shadows, his kung fu is not to say that it is superb, at least it is difficult to meet opponents in the rivers and lakes. The same is true of the emperor, as a child of the imperial family, he has studied martial arts since he was a child, and his kung fu is unfathomable, and it is said that he has never been defeated by anyone.

There is fraud, there is definitely fraud.

Mo Beichen immediately restrained his joking heart and carefully looked at the fight below.

This group of black-clothed people is very powerful, their moves have never been seen before, they are treacherous and changeable, and they are very strange. The most terrifying thing is that the gaze they hide behind the ghost mask is actually a bewitching blood red, as if it can scare the soul.

Puppet Eighteen Ghosts!!

Mo Beichen raised his eyebrows in surprise, now he finally knew why the emperor was injured.

Shui Qingwei once confessed that there is a person in this world who must not be easily provoked.

That person is the crossbow evil wizard Cong Su that King Gon once mentioned.

This person and Ning Yue are contemporaries, evil and secretive, their whereabouts are mysterious, and they kill people like hemp. I heard that he was indebted to the emperor on the crossbow, so he agreed to assist the royal family within certain conditions. Unless he is a disciple, it is difficult for ordinary people to see him. This person is good at all kinds of puppet witchcraft, manipulating people's hearts, snatching people's souls, and killing people without blood.

Don't think about making an enemy unless you have to.

The wizard has three satisfactory works in his hands, and the puppet eighteen ghosts are one of them.

It is reported that the whole body of this puppet eighteen ghosts is like a bronze cast, and it is invulnerable. The mind is annihilated, and the only consciousness in his brain is instilled by Cong Su, and he only obeys his orders. Eighteen puppets are each good at a kind of stick technique, four people can form a formation, five people will double the power, the same is accumulated, if eighteen people make a large array, I am afraid that no one can escape.

Merge with "Chen", and he is no longer completely a person, so he should be able to escape. But as soon as he thought of the other two treasures in the wizard's hand, Mo Beichen felt his scalp tingle.

Looking at the black-clothed man who looked like eighteen evil ghosts below, Mo Beichen remembered the black-clothed leader who looked the same as himself three years ago, and he was Cong Su's handwriting from head to toe. And this person is the murderer of Kowako.

Thinking of this, Mo Beichen's heart was flooded with anger, and the hatred that had been suppressed was like a seal lifted, ready to erupt.

The chaos of his aura was immediately noticed by the people below.

"Who?"

Among the eighteen people, the black-clothed man wearing the silver mask of the Ghost King immediately asked loudly, and his voice was like a cracked silk, and it was harsh and ugly. His blood-red eyes were revealing a cruel and tyrannical cold light at this moment.

"Huh. Mo Beichen laughed angrily.

Everyone followed the prestige, and there was a person sitting on a three-person tall branch, with a dark yellow complexion, eyes like cold stars, and thin lips raised in a playful arc.

"It's you. Wu Gonggong exclaimed.

Seeing the horror in his eyes, Mo Beichen couldn't help but wonder if his hostility towards them was too obvious, and Gonggong Wu saw him as if he had seen a real ghost.

Do you really think of yourself as a companion of the Eighteen Ghosts?

It's nerve-wracking.

At that moment, Mo Beichen had several thoughts in his heart.

Save, don't save, kill, don't kill?

Although I don't like the emperor, I can't help but say that he is a good emperor, and for the sake of the people of Dayue, he can't die. Xia Lingran is also a good person for himself, but for others, he is a saint. Grandpa Wu, although his temper is a little worse, I like his nervous appearance a little.

Cong Su, since Xiao Hezi's death is related to you, then, sooner or later, I will have to settle accounts with you, and I will lead you out first. You are powerful, but Lao Tzu is not a big husband who is afraid of death. Lao Tzu is going to call you today.

Mo Beichen made a decision at the moment: to save people.

Sitting on the trunk of the tree and grimacing at Gonggong Wu, he was satisfied to see that his face was blue, Mo Beichen jumped down laughing, his posture was beautiful, and he couldn't see the tension of the sinister situation at all.

Xia Lingran was under siege at the moment, although he was embarrassed, he could still resist it, he calmed down and said politely: "If Brother Tai helps him today, he will repay it in the future." ”

Or the old fox has a vision. Mo Beichen pretended to give him an admiring look, but he was very happy to accept this so-called "one report" in his heart.

Everyone in the world says that Xia Jun Yinuo is as heavy as a thousand gold. That's a good thing. Mo Beichen squinted and smiled.

Glancing at Mo Junyan, who was sitting on the ground and staring at him, Mo Beichen smiled narrowly, his eyes were very proud. Old Emperor, you also have today, hurry up and beg me.

The emperor seemed to understand the words in Mo Beichen's eyes, his eyes were cold, and his eyebrows were angry in addition to pain.

All adults dare to show me a look, and if you have the opportunity in the future, you must be punished and punished well, this old bastard. Mo Beichen thought stupidly in his heart.

The cold-faced gray-clothed man on the side, who was loyal to the lord, hurriedly waved his sword to hold the black-clothed man's looted stick, and shouted urgently in a low voice like a drum: "If the little brother saves my master today, the two brothers will fight to the death to return the favor." ”

Mo Beichen snorted disdainfully, looked away at Shang Xia Lingran, and said coldly: "Today's words, you must remember them." ”

Seeing this person so arrogant, the ghost king let out a long roar, his voice was like a ghost roar, his bright red eyes had no emotion, and the whole person was as frightening as a hellish Shura.

"He, kill. ”

The ghost king stopped howling, and the black stick pointed at Mo Beichen, and the silver ghost king mask was even more hideous under the reflection of the sun.

"Woo-woo-"

The seven or eight black-clothed people next to him suddenly roared, and a layer of unbearable sound waves reverberated back and forth throughout the forest.

Mo Beichen frowned, thought about it for a moment, and then approached Mo Junyan, and punched a few fingers in the air to seal the seven meridians and eight veins on his body. These harsh sound waves are not good for the seriously injured, and if there is no internal force to contend with it, it is easy to go crazy because of the madness.

Seeing the surprise in Mo Junyan's eyes at this time, Mo Beichen smiled slightly: "I have no compensation for you to die." ”

After speaking, he turned around, and his true qi was frantically emanating, and the dead branches and leaves on the big trees around him were all chaotic like rain, falling and flying like a raging wind. Everyone was fascinated at this moment, and they couldn't open their eyes

Mo Beichen's long hair was also shaken away and scattered, his hair was flying, and there was a faint blue color in his eyes: "Qingchen, out!"

With a low shout, a long sword that was as bright as a jade vein like the moon appeared in his hand, taking advantage of this rain of falling leaves, Mo Beichen flew towards the man in black before others opened their eyes.

Everyone was terrified for a moment. This is comparable to the true qi of the wind, how many years does it take to cultivate?

Xia Lingran took advantage of the black-clothed man's daze, broke through the seal, and attacked a black-clothed man again. However, the man in black only took a few steps back, his clothes torn, but his flesh and skin were not hurt at all.

Damn it.

Xia Lingran's eyes were suddenly fierce, and he resisted several people in a row, breaking through their encirclement, and turned back with the body of the man in black, who was as hard as a golden stone, and threw one of them at the same time.

Xia Lingran retreated to the emperor's side and protected the emperor with Wen Yi. Wen Er was seriously injured at this time and was thrown over by Mo Beichen in the rain of falling leaves.

Wen Yi caught Wen Er and put him on the ground, just about to inspect the terrifying stick wound on Wen Er's body, a blue bottle narrowly grazed his face and flew to Wen Er, and at the same time the young man's voice came: "Hurry up and help your brother rub the medicine, otherwise I don't care if he becomes a waste." ”

Wen Yi looked up at Xia Lingran, with an inquiry in his eyes, and seeing him nodding, he hurriedly squatted down to help Wen Er rub medicine to heal his injuries.

Xia Lingran protected the four people behind him at this time, and his face was tense. Now as long as there are more than two people in black attacking, I am afraid that the latter few will be in danger.

But the picture seems to be optimistic.

The young man was like a magnet, and the rain of fallen leaves circled tightly, and the man in black was surrounded inside, and he could not come out, but only attacked him.

"Damn, you guys, didn't you tell you not to come closer? Stand away, I don't want to kill anyone. Look, my baby Qingchen is getting dirty from you. ”

From time to time, the roar of the young man was heard in the rain of falling leaves, and as the sound rose and fell, several arms, several heads, and even the black sticks flew out, scattered to the ground like the fragments of the carriage, and it was a mess.

Xia Lingran felt a chill in his heart, these black-clothed people had strange moves, and the most difficult thing to deal with was their ironclad bodies. Now, the youth was able to cut their bodies with a sword......

Suddenly, Kankan took a few steps back, and Xia Lingran dodged a silver mask that flew straight over.

Looking sideways, I saw Wen Yi and Wen Er staring at the masks on the ground with wide eyes and disbelief, with a panicked expression.

"He ......" Wen Er instantly forgot the pain on his body, and stammered a word.

Xia Ling looked at it fixedly, only to feel that his whole body was cold, the silver mask on the ground was actually the ghost king's, and the hideous silver fangs slowly overflowed with red and purple blood.

Turning their heads, everyone looked at the fallen leaves in the rain, only to see more and more fallen leaves flying in the sky, and the true qi that emanated lifted everyone's clothes, and even the branches of the surrounding towering trees were scraped and deformed.

Inside the pile of fallen leaves, masks, arms, and human heads flew out.

The few people who were on this side didn't have the heart to feel disgusted, and listened intently to the fight inside and the foul language that the man burst out from time to time: "Fuck, you're the only one left, and you're still coming...... Hey, don't...... Ah......h

Before he finished speaking, he heard a terrible cry: "Ahhh

The voice belongs to the young man.

Xia Lingran immediately missed a pat in her heart, could it be that something happened to that young man...... He clenched the sword in his hand, and there was a faint worry in his eyes.

There was a bang, and before everyone could see clearly, a heavy object was thrown onto the tree, and then fell heavily.

Xia Lingran had never found that she could breathe so fast, and she was not calm and self-contained in her eyes, so she couldn't bear to look at it anymore. The corpse was covered in blood, and there was not even a decent piece of skin on the surface.

It seemed that after a thousand years, the rain of fallen leaves slowly stopped fluttering, and fell one after another, covering the corpses and debris on the ground, and gradually covering and disappearing along with the bloodstains.

At this time, the wind fluttered gently, brushing their faces, as soft as a woman's warm jade hand.

A figure stood there silently, with its back to them, its head bowed, its long black hair still fluttering. I don't know if it's because of the reflection, there is a faint soft warm light on the gray and blue clothes.

It's him.

He's alive.

Xia Lingran had a moment of rest. There is a feeling of happiness and even joy. I don't know for whom.

The young man turned around slowly, looking at them calmly, but when he looked closely, there was a look of annoyance.

He's angry, why?

The five injured or standing people all looked at him, with faint doubts in their hearts.

If he wins, he is not happy, is it because the opponent is too difficult to deal with?

Mo Beichen was very annoyed in his heart, he shouldn't have taken out "Qingchen" just now. When he suddenly met a master, he used this tried-and-true killing move - to take Qingchen out to face the enemy.

Qingchen is not an ordinary sword.

When using Qingchen, you only need to hurt people with sword qi, and the sword body will not be stained with blood. However, the puppet eighteen ghosts are not ordinary blood, but strange blood that was added by Cong Su, and when he killed the last "person" who was not a person, he actually blew himself up, and as a result, Qingchen was actually stained with blood.

It's filthy.

Mo Beichen sighed, blaming them, he wanted to use the eye knife to gouge out the five calamity stars.

But when he looked at them, he found that several people's eyes were all fixed on his face, Mo Beichen was a little frightened, could it be that his face had faded? Or was it blood on his face? Could it be that his face had not been washed in the morning?

Walking up hard, Mo Beichen said hatefully: "What do you see, haven't you seen a man?"

The other people hurriedly looked away, this person's strength is amazing, it's better not to offend. Only the honest Wen Er still stared at Mo Beichen's face, and then shook his head and said, "No." Little brother, your face. ”

"My face?" is miserable, is it really faded? At this moment, Mo Beichen had murderous intent.

"Your face has changed, blackened. The honest man didn't notice anything wrong, and continued to hum and speak bitterly.

"What, you-" Mo Beichen didn't finish the word "you", his fingers dangled and pointed at Wen Er, you almost scared me to death.

Wen Er, who didn't know that he had already walked around the gate of hell, wanted to speak again, kindly reminding him if he was poisoned, but when he saw that Lord Xia and his eldest brother Wen Yi next to him both signaled him with their eyes not to talk anymore, so he stopped.

Mo Beichen touched his face, estimated that after touching it for a while, he realized in his heart that the ointment on his face could not be stained with blood, and it would turn black if it was stained with blood. Looking at the puzzled eyes of several people in front of him, Mo Beichen said without changing his face: "Their blood is poisonous, and a few drops were splashed on their faces just now." ”

That's right, the blood of the puppet eighteen ghosts is indeed poisonous, and if he is fine, it doesn't mean that everyone is okay.

Mo Junyan was so uncomfortable because the wound was stained with their blood. Without medical treatment for two or three days, the current Emperor Shiyan is afraid that he will die.

"I'm afraid your lord won't be able to. Mo Beichen sighed helplessly, as much as he regretted. Of course, this is only half a sentence.

"You-" Gonggong Wu, who was already in tears, couldn't help it anymore now, and shouted loudly, and he didn't care about accusing Mo Beichen, because what he said was right. That's what those men in black meant.

Xia Lingran was embarrassed, but her bearing was still there, her eyes were worried, and after closing her eyes and pondering for a while, she turned back to Wen Yiyi: "You go to the Shen family for help." I'll force poison for the old man first. ”

Wen Yi's face was full of stoicism and exhaustion, but the tough guy still clenched his fists and knelt on the ground and immediately left.

Mo Junyan clenched the placket of his waist, stood up in pain, and said lightly: "No need, life and death are up to fate." If I can't get through, everything in the family depends on the three sons. Lu Ran, you have to support him well. ”

Xia Lingran put away his sword and returned it to the sheath, nodded to the ground on one knee, and said silently in his eyes: "Take the order." ”

Mo Junyan nodded, and turned his gaze to Mo Beichen, who was waiting on the side, although he was seriously injured, his majesty was undiminished: "Today's life-saving grace, we will definitely repay it." ”

"Hmm. Mo Beichen was absent-minded, seeing that the emperor was dying without panicking, he couldn't stand it.

"When I need it, I'll naturally ask you for a report. He waved his hand and said, since everyone is about to part, he is embarrassed to make up the numbers here.

The emperor nodded slightly, and stopped talking, as if he had exhausted all his strength in the few words just now, he could not support himself to stand and sat down slowly.

Xia Ling got up and asked indifferently, "Dare to ask the little brother's name?"

"Ning Chen. ”

Sending the shadow to investigate secretly, he only knew that this young man's name was "Ning Chen", and he didn't know anything else. Xia Lingran was in a trance, "Chen", the same as the child's name.

The forest returned to its original tranquility and peace. Mo Beichen looked up at the sky, the sun was almost in the middle, but the place was still quiet.

It's almost time to leave. Mo Beichen patted the light dust on his body and said indifferently: "Farewell." ”

"Farewell. ”

Turning his back and leaving, Mo Beichen's eyes were cold, but his heart was a little chaotic. It's not a good thing to be soft-hearted here, but there are always so many things that make you soft-hearted, hey.

Shaking his head, he left.