On the shore of the East China Sea, Haiyang City. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info天籁novel.23txt.

Wu Mo Ling, who was in charge of monitoring the reactions of the human monks in Haiyang City, sat on the top of the highest Lanxing Pavilion in Haiyang City, overlooking the entire Haiyang City.

Although Wumo's spiritual cultivation is not profound, it is also outstanding among the same generation, if it weren't for the freak like She Junqun in the same generation, she wouldn't necessarily be lower than anyone.

But She Junqun appeared, and under his backdrop, the entire Spirit Snake Cave became a waste, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't catch up with She Junqun's pace.

Even this operation was the same, She Junqun actually acted as the head of one party, and even some elders acted under the command of She Junqun.

However, people like Wu Mo Ling were left near Haiyang City on the grounds that their cultivation was insufficient, and they were responsible for monitoring the reactions of all parties.

But Wu Moling also knew in his heart that where his cultivation was insufficient, but She Junqun's own ulterior motives.

But Wu Mo Ling didn't say a word, she knew that there was no point in arguing, the Spirit Snake Cave was originally a place where the strong were respected.

Even if you kill an elder, as long as you have the ability, you can take the place of that person, including the way the door master was killed in blood.

Umolin didn't want to die, so she kept silent.

But she will not act safely according to She Junqun's will, she does not know the reaction of the monks from all walks of life in Haiyang City, but she is also generally clear, but she will not report to She Junqun honestly, and she does not like to be a gunman.

In her impression, there are now people in the demon realm and the immortal realm who have reacted, and two groups of monks from the demon realm have come, both of whom have already gone to the East China Sea.

Although there is only one group in the immortal world, it is extremely powerful, and it has already left Haiyang City, leaving only one person in Haiyang City to be in charge of transit.

As for the monks in the human world, she didn't really care.

The human world is not a suitable place for cultivation, and human beings have no possibility of being comparable to other races except that their reproductive ability is stronger than that of other races.

There were thousands of human monks who had come to the vicinity of Haiyang City, but among them, there were only a few who could really make her feel worth taking a closer look.

She became less and less interested in the human world, but she had to stay here doing boring work.

But in recent days, a kind of panic began to breed in her heart, because there was news that there were three people in Wanzhuling, six people in the Spirit Snake Cave, and four people in the Great Snow Mountain, who were poisoned and died in silence.

The thirteen people who have died are not nameless pawns, but proud sons of various sects and sects who have cultivated to at least the seventh order.

has a name and a surname, and it is a powerful synonym among the same generation, but it is so unknown and dies quietly.

The disciples of Wanzhuling are not only masters of raising insects, almost all of them are proficient in poison, and even they are all poisoned by poison silently, how powerful the person who poisoned is, and how powerful the poison is, it is self-evident.

The other party is a master, if it weren't for the fear of provoking law enforcers, just being afraid of crushing people like them would be as simple as crushing a bed bug.

How could Wu Moling not be afraid, how could she not be afraid, she wanted to leave this ghost place earlier and return to the demon world.

But many things can't help Wu Moling, she wants to go back again, she doesn't dare to go back without orders from above.

It's one thing for the yang to disobey the yin, but it's another thing to blatantly resist orders.

The Spirit Snake Cave has an iron-clad order, and those who violate the order can naturally live if they can kill the person who gave the order, otherwise they must die.

She couldn't kill She Junqun, so she could only suppress the fear in her heart and continue to tremble to carry out her mission in Haiyang City.

The Lanxing Pavilion is very high, more than 100 zhang high, and in terms of human ability, this is indeed a remarkable feat.

But with a slight leap, she had reached the top of the limits of what humanity could reach with all her hard work.

She chose to be at the top because anyone who wanted to get close to her had to fly up here.

But this is the human world, at least as long as humans can see it, and the monks are not free to show their abilities, and everything must behave like mortals.

At least during the day, she's safe - as for the night, she naturally has her own way of doing it at night, and probably no one cares about a small snake perched in a dark corner?

Originally, Wu Mo Ling could have manifested in her demon form all day long, huddled in some dark corner—but she was still a little proud after all, and disdained to do so, because it would trample on her self-esteem.

Wu Moling yawned, some missed his days in the demon world, and some missed the handsome and enchanting male pets in his house, and his kung fu was also unusually good.

Wu Moling regretted a little why he had sucked them clean before leaving, if he had kept one or two, it would be better to be here with him today than to be so bored.

Wu Moling frowned in annoyance.

Her face is very beautiful, and her face without powder is full of freshness and naturalness, who would have thought that such a woman would be a person who cultivates the way of replenishment?

Wu Mo Ling stood up, and she stretched a long lazy waist—and the next moment, she felt a hint of something wrong, a faint tingling pain spreading through her waist.

Wu Mo Ling frowned, didn't think much about it, and immediately turned on his true qi, examining his body, only to realize that his body had been soaked with a miserable white medicinal power at some point.

Those medicinal powers were mixed in her true qi, and they were clearly distinguished from her true qi, but they collided with each other, gradually gathered together, and began to solidify.

It was like in the middle of the river of true qi, a dam suddenly appeared, which made the operation of her true qi more and more unsmooth, so that it gradually had a tendency to stop flowing.

Wu Moling's face changed suddenly, and she scanned the surroundings in panic, but there was no sign of anyone, she cursed and cursed, and began to use her luck to hit the solidified embankment.

No matter how strong the embankment was, it could not resist the endless impact of the flood, and gradually the embankment solidified by the medicinal power finally began to loosen, and then shattered violently, turning into particles of sand and dust that completely dissolved in the river of true qi.

But almost at the same time, a grim dark cyan climbed into Wu Moling's face.

Wu Moling pressed his chest with one hand, his steps staggered a little, and he spit out a mouthful of black blood with a "wow", looked around and said in fear: "Who ...... Who...... If you have the ability, come out, fight with dignity, don't use these indiscriminate means!"

No one responded to Wu Mo Ling's coquettishness, as if the poisoning was just Wu Mo Ling's imagination.

But Wu Mo Ling knew that the person must be watching him, and he probably needed to confirm whether he had been poisoned or not, and whether he would be poisoned or not.

Wu Mo Ling struggled to defuse the poison that had been infiltrated into her body, and she remembered that she had made a big mistake - she shouldn't have stayed here every day, and if she stayed here, she shouldn't have left again - every night she left here, she gave the other party the opportunity to poison here.

Chronic poisons were the most difficult to detect, so Wu Mo Ling, who was not very good at this in the first place, naturally did not notice it. It wasn't until Fangcai, until the medicinal properties of the poison were finally made, that she knew that she was underestimating people.

This is the human realm, although it is the most difficult place to practice, but it is precisely because it is the most difficult realm to practice, so the people who have achieved success in cultivating here are all famous.

The jet-black blood continued to seep out from between the pores of the black mole, dyeing the black gauze of the black gown of the black mole into a dark red, as if it had just fallen into the water.

The anger in Wu Mo Ling's eyes was gradually dimming, and she wanted to leave some messages to tell those who came after her that she must not be lucky enough to impact the lumps of the poison condensed in her body, because that would make the poison completely dissolve in her true qi, and there was no cure.

But Wu Mo Ling no longer had this chance, and her body slowly fell, and her gloomy eyes revealed an infinite desire for life.

It would be nice if you didn't come here.

This was the last thing that Wu Mo Ling thought before closing his eyes.

And in the restaurant in the distance, sitting silently at the window, Chu Feng, who was watching all this, put down the teacup in his hand and sighed softly.

He recalled the list of those characters in his mind, and knew that in fact, the most important disciples had basically been eliminated by him.

Poisoned without exception.

Poison is probably the strangest thing, and this kind of thing can completely erase the gap in cultivation many times.

For example, the poison he used, even if a mortal held it in his hand, as long as the poison could be successfully poisoned, the seventh-order monk would hardly have room to resist, which was more terrifying and powerful than the formation.

However, among the Six Realms, there are not many sects that are really good at using poison, and most of them are just auxiliaries.

Because many times, under a truly powerful cultivation, poison does not seem to have the slightest effect.

But if one day, there is a poison in this world that even the emperor will be afraid of, then I am afraid it will be a different scenery.

However, this was just Chu Feng's fantasy, because he wanted to configure such a powerful poison...... I'm afraid that I can't find such medicinal materials in the world.

Chu Feng also had to thank another friend with a somewhat peculiar but very kind personality for the assassination method that he had taught him, he had always thought that he would not use it, but now he used it after all.

If it weren't for that friend's teaching of assassination methods, and Chu Zi'er's guidance on the use of poison through the chisel, his assassination would not have been completed so smoothly, and if he could see that friend again, he would have to thank her well.

Chu Feng shook an accessory in his hand, his expression was a little solemn, he had been hesitating whether to do this, because doing so would inevitably cause more turmoil, and it would also cut off his friendship with someone.

But as She Junqun said, it feels very uncomfortable to be fiddled with.

Even if Chu Feng did this, he would really sever his friendship with that person, Chu Feng still made up his mind after all. After all, he was the first to be caught up in a game he still didn't know what it was.

If these rounds are destined to come, then let them come, come bigger, come more ferocious, and preferably shake countless characters.

In a calm pool, small fish only have the fate of being eaten by big fish.

But if there are stormy waves that make the water of the entire river turbid, the little fish may not have a chance to turn over. Big fish will also face the danger of being thrown ashore by the wind and waves.

And this is exactly what Chu Feng is willing to see.

A word to readers:

I'm sorry for a long trip and no net, so I only came back today...... If I have a reader or friend, I will continue to update it......