Jianye, it was dark at night, and the lights of thousands of homes were only sporadically lit, as if they were watching over the old city.

"Boom!"

There was thunder, from far and near, and the lights in the city went out a few times and turned on a few more.

The extinguished lights shine on the houses, and the lights that are lit up shoot into the sky.

Tonight, the moon is sparse, and there is no flight mission over Jianye recently, there is only one existence that will create such an abnormal sound in this place at this time.

"Whoosh~!!"

Flares were fired from the ground, and dozens of streamers of light rose from all corners of the city, hovering over the city.

The 'Angel Incident' has displayed extraordinary power in front of the eyes of the world, and it is no longer possible to deny the gods and ghosts that were denied in the past.

The world knows about the existence of angels, and they also glimpse the figure of demons.

Just like now.

"The devil is coming!"

The duel between Mo Ye and Zhou Xinyan and Zhao Chongtian could not be concealed from the monitoring of 'Tianyan', especially at the behest of Zhao Chongtian, the live broadcast that he identified as 'Recruiting Mo Ye' in the original plan was uploaded to the public network as promotional materials.

In Zhao Chongtian's earlier understanding, Mo Xie was just a lucky person who had bizarrely gained strength and established a connection with the angel remnants, ten thousand years ago, the cultivator killed an angel like killing a chicken, and now he has to deal with a nouveau riche who started with the power given by the angel.

However, he miscalculated, Mo Ye's power did not come from angels, so he was hanged.

The old driver overturned the car, and the people who followed the car behind him would naturally get a little alert, and the onlookers below would naturally feel kinship.

As a result, Mo Xie was consciously brought into rhythm and was promoted as a 'traitor', a 'villain who deals with demons', and a 'lackey of the Western world'.

Perhaps most people are still sane, still trying to torture and ask the official why they are playing the 'foolish strategy', and still trying to find the truth, but unfortunately, these sane people do not live in Jianye. And the people who live in Jianye have long seen the attitude of these angels towards them in the 'angel incident' - the smashed buildings and cars can be testified, and the bodies of the injured and even killed can also be testified to - even if most of the dead people died from the stampede of the same kind, and most of the injured people were injured on the way to fight for the road.

But weren't the angels causing all of this to happen?

It was the angels who caused all this to happen.

Some people rushed to the streets, wanting to sell their blood to repay the country's kindness.

Some people climbed onto the rooftop, shouting at the sky, promoting Mo Ye's current 'name'.

Everyone wore a red belt on their heads, and some of them even painted the national flag with oil paint on their faces.

Everyone is flaunting their position, as if the only way to prove something is to forget something.

So there was a lot of buzz.

Just like the angels who first appeared in the sky above Jianye that day.

A burst of gunfire drowned out the incessant blasting in the distance.

"Please move all the people to the shelter first under the leadership of the army!

A cold, angry voice rang out through the loudspeakers erected throughout the city, suppressing the heyday of the human voice.

The noise finally died down, and in the distance, the excitement had just begun.

Mo Xie held the sword in his left hand, and the roar originated from the tip of the sword, and the prestige was more than a step weaker than when he fought with Zhao Chongtian and Zhou Xinyan before.

At least, most of the people present were not deterred by the roar, such as the many monks who hurried from Jianye City with loaded guns and ammunition, such as the three hundred Seraphim who followed behind Mo Xie.

"Who's in charge? ”

Mo Ye's face had already recovered his health, if it weren't for the fact that his posture of holding the sword at the moment was still a little awkward, and if it weren't for the cuff on his right side swaggering in the high wind, no one would have seen that he had been severely injured.

Facing dozens of cultivators dressed differently, Mo Ye suppressed the trembling qi sword in his hand and asked aloud.

"Wei family, Wei Yao, wait for Mr. Mo for a long time!"

This time, it was not an old man who took the lead, but a young student in Tsing Yi, but he saw that the man was stepping on a faint flying sword under his feet, and he arrived in front of Mo Ye with a slight stroke.

As soon as he arched his hand, the famous monk was a famous monk, and the five steps between raising his hand and raising his hand revealed an atmosphere, and no one could complain about their behavior even from a hostile point of view.

Mo Ye has seen this a lot.

It's not uncommon to see it, and it's not strange to see it.

This time he didn't return the salute, after all, he was missing an arm, and he couldn't give it up. Second, he didn't reserve time for himself today.

"I have admired the name for a long time, and I want to say only one word to you today. ”

The qi sword in Mo Xie's hand disappeared after a blur, and Angel flew to his right, and a group of angels formed a queue behind Mo Xie like round shields.

"Oh, I don't know what makes Mr. Mo so excited?"

Wei Yan was happy when he saw Mo Xie's empty cuffs, but when he saw this group of organized and disciplined angel legions, his eyebrows couldn't help but pull up.

He said this sentence without confidence.

Mo Xie is an existence that can force Zhao Chongtian to abandon his body and flee from the Yuan Shen, not to mention other achievements, just this one, even if his hands and feet are completely wasted, it is enough to kill ten Wei Wei in one go.

Yuanying Monk is by no means a cabbage, it is a cultivator family, and to this day, it is the limit that each family can keep one or two.

Wei Yan had already secretly withheld a few charms, just waiting for a word to run away.

"I'm very interested in Mr. Zhao's previous proposal, but I need some sincerity from you to reach an agreement. ”

Mo Evil Dao.

The so-called 'Mr. Zhao's previous proposal' is obviously Zhao Chongtian's previous solicitation to Mo Ye, but Zhao Chongtian has already destroyed Mo Ye's body, is this solicitation still valid?

Mo Ye looked at Wei Wei, obviously his eyes were extremely calm, but he looked at the other party in a panic.

"Ahh That's great!"

Wei Ye didn't react for the first time, before Mo Xie opened his mouth, he guessed all the things that Mo Ye might say, most of them were declarations of war, and a few were Xingshi asking for guilt - after all, Mo Ye brought so many people here. He hadn't thought about the meaning of 'showing goodwill' in Mo Xie's words now.

He looked at Mo Ye with a gaze called 'Incredible', as if he had seen a story of surrender from one of the overwhelmingly dominant sides of the war.

Then he quickly grasped another important point in Mo Xie's words:

'Sincerity'.

"Then Mr. Mo, what kind of 'sincerity' do you want to see?"

Wei Yan said.

"Quite simply, I need you to protect a few people. ”

Mo Evil Dao.