The warm liquid gushed out of the veins due to excessive squeezing, and the body was shattered and no longer visible in its original shape.

Bloody's eyes were still wide as he died, bloodshot eyeballs falling out of their sockets, filled with disbelief and fear.

Seeing that this mission could not be completed, after thinking about it, he could only choose to give up the person that His Holiness wanted for the time being, and save his life, although he knew that he would inevitably be punished after going back, but it was better than throwing his life here!

So he decisively threw the girl he was carrying in his hand into the distance, and the group of monks were really attracted to attention, and they rushed to catch the girl.

This is the time!

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone had no time to restrain themselves, the Blood Spirit turned in the opposite direction and left with the maximum speed he could muster!

But I don't know if his life is too bad, and the direction of escape is actually straight to Mo Chuan, who is secretly watching the play with his son.

The ability of the Mahayana monks to hide their breath is not covered, Mo Chuan went to that pestle, and the breath of his whole body melted between the aura of heaven and earth, and there was no trace of coercion, and it was no different from the rock next to him when he observed it with his divine sense.

The blood spirit was also close to find out that there was still a Yuanying monk hiding here, thinking it was an ambush, and just wanted to wave his hand to throw the person who was in his way aside, but the result was ......

He didn't react until he died, how could his cultivation in the late Yuan Infant period be so lightly slapped to death by a slap in the early Yuan Infant stage.

Just dead?!

Also frightened were the righteous monks who hurriedly caught up after saving the girl.

Demon Xiu died suddenly, and what made them even more jealous was what kind of strength should the person who could kill him with one move have? Don't look at the realm that Mo Chuan came out of was only in the early stage of Yuanying, but none of these people believed in their hearts that this was his true realm.

Can you slap the late Yuan infant to death in the early stage of the Yuan Baby?

They will believe that there are ghosts!

These frightened-eyed monks, you look at me, I look at you, and after being stunned for a while, they quickly came to their senses, and the monk in the middle of the primordial infant in the lead coughed lightly and began to talk.

"Thank you seniors for helping, we are really grateful, I don't know ...... seniors"

"Passing by. ”

Mo Chuan spit out two words.

Brother Yuanying didn't dare to stand up when he was interrupted, and hurriedly continued, "That thief originally wanted to kidnap the city lord's daughter, but fortunately, the seniors appeared in time, otherwise the vicious demon cultivator would have escaped, and I Fengqi City is grateful, I don't know if I can invite my seniors to the city lord's mansion as a guest, so that we can do our best to the friendship of the landlord?"

Mo Chuan was a little congested by his left "thief" and "extremely vicious", he didn't forget that he was also a demon cultivator!

Oh grass!

Labor knees really hurt!

So he continued to be cold and noble, "No need!"

Do the friendship of a hairy landlord!

Labor and management, a Demon Dao Venerable, will go to the Righteous Monk's City Lord's Mansion to be a guest, so he will get sick! [Manual Bye-bye]

Then Mo Chuan "sighed", like a gust of wind, and disappeared from front of those righteous monks!

The monks looked at each other, but they couldn't catch up with the mysterious monk, and since the other party didn't seem to have malicious intent, they repeatedly pestered to the point of being annoying.

Masters, it's always spicy and cold, they all understand, they all understand!

After the originally complicated situation was unexpectedly solved simply and rudely because of Mo Chuan's chaotic entry in the middle of the way, everyone went back to their respective homes to find their own mothers, and the corpse of the demon cultivator who died miserably was quickly taken away by the guards of the City Lord's Mansion who came to clear the scene.

The night breeze blew quietly, and it was silent for the broken trees and the scattered blood stains scattered on the dark earth, and the darkness of the night, it would not be possible to see a riot that had taken place here not long ago.

Mo Chuan, who coldly rejected the righteous monks who kindly invited him to the City Lord's Mansion to rest, returned to the inn and prepared to continue sleeping, when he walked into the inn, the seriously injured Huayuan monk was gone, and the original messy hall had been roughly cleaned up, but new tables and chairs had not yet been placed.

Many monks gathered beside the railing of the corridor on the second floor, discussing the new thing that had just happened.

These monks, who were also woken up, didn't dare to run into the battle of the high-ranking monks to be cannon fodder, didn't they see the fate of the Huayuan monk? When the two groups of people fought in the inn, this unlucky ghost just happened to be next to him, and he was implicated and almost lost his life.

However, everyone has a heart for gossip, and they naturally have many strange ways to listen to the development of the situation.

A round-faced, lovely-looking monk closed his eyes and exchanged for a moment with a flying insect the size of a grain of rice that had fallen on the back of his hand, and began to describe it vividly to his companions.

“…… I don't know where another monk came out, and he shot that demon cultivator to death at once, that demon cultivator is stronger than several powerful people in the city lord's mansion, and I don't know what realm that monk is, that demon cultivator can't even hold on for a few seconds under his hands! It's strange, I haven't heard of any big people coming to Fengzhou City these days?"

“…… Isn't there a primordial infancy lately?"

"Bad pen, you can make one move in the Jindan period (four tones) a Jindan period, if you want me to say that it must be in the god transformation period, there is this itself!"

The round-faced monk continued to close his eyes and pressed the small insect on the back of his other hand with his hand, as if remembering what he saw, and his expression became strange, "Speaking of which, that great power was originally far away, but that demon cultivator didn't know if he was blind or something, and he actually bumped into it himself...... I don't know who is more unlucky compared to the unlucky ghost who was involved before?"

"This is called a report and a report, that demon cultivator cheated others, and in the end, he still hit the muzzle of the gun!"

"But this thing is weirdly tight, isn't there any movement on the other side of the Demon Dao......"

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the monks around him were all interested in listening to his description, and they all participated in the discussion, and the round-faced monk spoke more energetically, "You don't know, the great power who slapped the demon cultivator to death is still holding a child in his arms," he closed his eyes and talked widely, "In other words, he only used one hand, and it seems that he doesn't even use a magic weapon!"

“……”

“……”

“……”

He was met with a deathly silence.

Huh, why didn't anyone reply?

The round-faced monk opened his eyes in bewilderment, and found that a vacuum had formed around him, and most of the people who ran far away had a vague, sympathetic look in their eyes.

Someone blinked hard and told him to look behind him.

He was very puzzled, and when he looked back, he was almost scared out of the insects lying on his hands!

Not far away, a man walked in his arms, holding a child about seven or eight years old with silver hair. The aura around the man was completely masked, blending seamlessly with the surrounding environment, so that it did not attract too much attention from others at all.

It was rare for a monk to walk around with a child in his arms in the middle of the night, and although his little insect could only watch from a distance, and his face could not be seen clearly, the child in the man's arms was the same as the child he saw from afar through the worm's eyes, and his eyes were different, and he was very recognizable.

The round-faced monk's eyes darkened, and a mouthful of blood stalk was born in his throat and he didn't dare to spit it out!

Is there anything more disgraceful than being bumped into by the gossip protagonist when discussing gossip?!。