Chapter 122: The Sin of Guilt is Unforgivable
The old man who only had a golden pill left to sustenance his soul told the truth.
"In Jianye, I swear! I saw them transport the bones to Jianye! If I lie to you, the sky will thunder!"
As soon as these words came out, it was both unexpected and reasonable for Mo Ye.
Jianye is where the Zhou family's base camp is located, and placing the bones there can indeed ensure the safety of this hole card to the greatest extent, everything that Zhou Xian arranged before is nothing more than to induce Mo Xie to turn his eyes elsewhere, if it weren't for the 'red star' in Mo Xie's body, maybe he would have been played to death.
No one could resist that forbidden spell for a long time, not to mention that it was not the most vicious spell that a cultivator could use, and the longer he was tired of running for a long time, the more unfavorable Mo Xie's position would be.
Coldly watching the old man who only had one golden pill left, gambling the curse, Mo Xie suddenly pinched the golden pill into crumbs with his five fingers when he said the highest.
"Hell you!"
It's paradoxical, he obviously wanted to ask for a result, but after asking about the result, he chose to deny it.
Is it a cultivator who can't be trusted?
Or is there no need to trust them anymore?
Mo Ye soared into the air, he held the keel higher and higher, and the earth derived wisps of invisible 'threads' that had been wrapped around the keel were rapidly elongated.
"Collapse~"
When Mo Xie rose to a certain height, a sound like a broken string suddenly sounded, and in contrast to it was a huge crack that suddenly appeared on the earth.
This is only the first way, as the truth of "everything is difficult at the beginning", as the first crack appears, the second and third cracks quickly appear one after another, and from the sky, it seems that there is a giant holding a huge knife at this moment and cutting the earth like a cake.
This is another trick that can have a destructive effect on this piece of heaven and earth in addition to detonating the keel, and the effect of this method is more intuitive from a visual point of view.
As Mo Ye continued to rise, the number of shocking scars on the ground rapidly increased, deepened, and spread.
He wouldn't go to Jianye, and he didn't plan to go anywhere else, he was bored.
Since cultivators like to play intrigue so much, then break the game with force!
Not long after, when Mo Xie rushed into the stratosphere and moved in the snakeskin in the wind, a large group of monks with flying swords flew in front of Mo Ye.
"Mr. Mo Xie, please stop your anger!"
The leader is Mo Xie's acquaintance, the Great Elder of the Wei Family.
"Anger?"
Mo Xie smiled.
The world is so mysterious, when they hold your loved ones, the handle, the word "kneel" shouts loudly, time passes, after the feng shui turns around, this group of people come to you to calm your anger.
"Do I look like a beach?" Mo Xie snorted and continued to ascend.
"Mr. Mo Ye, the person you want to see is already below!" The Great Elder of the Wei Family caught up with Mo Ye's pace, but he didn't dare to get too close when he looked at the dragon bone that Mo Xie was holding in his hand, lest Mo Ye directly crush it under his impulse.
Heaven and Earth Monarch Teacher, these five are not only the order of Lun Li Gang, just like a cultivator can use the word "pro" to threaten Mo Ye, when Mo Ye decided to drag "Heaven and Earth" into the water, every monk panicked. The word "pro" can already make life worse than death, and the word "heaven and earth" is especially above "pro". Without pressure, there was no motivation, and the Great Elder of the Wei Family stubbornly crossed the distance that would have taken more than eight hours to travel in just a quarter of an hour, and at this moment, he still had the strength to lick his face and smile in front of Mo Ye.
"The previous thing was all Zhou Xian's dog thief's insistence! We tried all kinds of persuasion to no avail! We had to rescue your mother while he was away! She is down there now! Mr. Mo Xie! Please stop! This world can no longer withstand the toss!" The great elder of the Wei family burst into tears and said bitterly.
"The Zhou family is just one Jin Dan left in Zhou Xian, if it is just him who insists on going his own way, how can he gather tens of thousands of people and make such a big movement? Old man Wei, are you stupid for me?" Mo Xie continued to rise.
"Then what do you want?" the Great Elder of the Wei Family collected his tears and expression.
"As I said earlier, you can choose to cut yourself or let me help you, I'm still very good at cooking. "Mo Evil Dao.
"You ......!" The Great Elder of the Wei Family had already whipped Zhou Xian's corpse a hundred times in his heart at this moment--what was wrong with it!
It's just that he seems to have overlooked one point: if he didn't have the approval of himself and most of the high-level cultivators, Zhou Xian would not have the conditions and confidence to accomplish this feat.
He is an accomplice.
"So, you don't want to die and want me to stop?" Mo Xie didn't even bother to look at him, Zhou Xian was despicable, but how good could this sanctimonious Great Elder of the Wei Family be in front of him?
"Your mother is down there! she's still alive!" said the great elder of the Wei family, "If you continue to make mistakes like this, the heavens and the earth will certainly be damaged, and we monks will certainly be adrift, and your mother is also a monk!
He knelt on top of the void and headed towards Mo Xie.
"Still alive?" Mo Xie was shocked, he remembered that in the information given by the Holy Text, his mother had died under the clan rules. There is nothing wrong with the intelligence bought with real money, although the profiteer is a profiteer, although it sometimes sells counterfeit goods, inferior goods, and cheating goods to Mo Xie, but fakes are never within the scope of its business.
His mother is indeed dead, but think about it, the price of resurrecting a person in the exchange list of the Holy Scriptures is only 100,000 points, and the exchange price of some cultivation exercises and props can be ten times and a hundred times thousands of times this value. In the past, the powerful and poor people still fell into the Yellow Spring, and it is not so difficult to break the gap between yin and yang.
Mo Xie finally stopped.
"You'd better not lie to me. He looked at the Great Elder of the Wei Family, who calmly looked at him.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven......" Mo Xie glanced past the gaze of the Great Elder of the Wei Family and glanced at the people he brought, he stretched out his hand and nodded a few people, "A few of you bring people up, give you a minute, ten minutes will pass, every ten seconds I will send someone on the road!"
"Yes!" the few monks who were selected looked at each other and then turned their flying swords and rushed down with great ease.
"Mr. Mo Ye, I am close friends with your mother, can you put away the dragon bone and appease the lower heavenly spirit and earth veins before your mother arrives?"
"Did I get you to stand up? Also, did I ask you to kneel before? Kneel and stand. I've changed my mind, the one-minute time limit is lifted, and I'm going to slaughter someone every ten seconds from now on!"
Mo Xie Senran smiled, and before the words fell, he turned into an afterimage, and before the Great Elder of the Wei Family could react, he flashed in front of a monk, and grabbed and crushed the golden pill in the monk's abdomen with a fierce claw.
"Guess who will be next?" Mo Xie shook off the blood stain in his hand, as if deliberately throwing a string of blood beads onto the white beard of the Great Elder of the Wei Family.
"You!" the Great Elder of the Wei Family's lips trembled, unable to utter a complete sentence.