Half of the moon wheels hung in the sky, and tens of thousands of warships were moored in the sea, and the waves rose and shattered the silver light.

"Hmm. ”

In the cabin of one of the ten thousand ships, a huge sarcophagus carved with strange pictures and texts was opened from the inside by a hand, and the lid of the coffin slipped to the ground and cracked, but surprisingly did not make any sound, as if it were made of foam board.

A man sat up in the coffin, and he was seen supporting the edge of the coffin with one hand and covering half of his face with the other.

"A little earlier than expected. ”

He covered his hand for a while before letting go, only to see that blood was constantly flowing from the eye that had been covered by his hand.

"Hey, hey. ”

His hands were inevitably stained with blood, and he let out two sneers as he looked at the bloodstains.

This face.

The tone.

This is not the Lin Ming who was swallowed by the spatial rift, but who is it?

The Samadhi True Fire is terrifying, the blow that many monks have jointly launched is certainly powerful, and Mo Ye, who is full of strange moves, is even more difficult, even if Lin Ming is ten times stronger, he is not confident that he can escape from the multi-sided attack.

…… But what if Lin Ming wasn't there at all?

He was indeed not there, and it was only his stand-in, his puppet, that was destroyed by the many powerful attacks. And his true body had been lying in this coffin a few days ago, and he had fallen asleep and transformed because he had sucked too much high-quality blood and soul.

What he left in the imperial capital was only a puppet who was entrusted with some of his will, and the ridiculous thing was that no one saw through this when he counted Mo Ye, the master personality of the inner forest.

Didn't these people ever have doubts about "Lin Ming's" overly rigid mode of action?

Lin Ming didn't bother to waste time on this group of people, he controlled the skin of his palms to make the blood seep back under the skin, and now every drop of blood in his body contained a huge amount of energy, in other words, the amount just flowing into his palm was enough to offset all the energy in a foundation building monk's body.

But he wasn't enough.

"Whoa. ”

The moonlight that was shattered by the sea water was refracted and cast into the secret room, and Lin Ming glanced at the moonlight and finally converged.

"Okay, take it when you see it. I'll leave right away. ”

He didn't know who he was talking to, and there was a hint of fear in his expression.

The ship departed, bent in the sea, and headed north.

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Displaced people, displaced people all over the mountains. They seem to have replaced the trees, replaced the grass and rocks, and occupied the whole land, and the crowd of people was head to head and shoulder to shoulder.

Yesterday they went south, today they are still south. No one can tell them exactly what the South is like now, whether it will be able to support the influx of more people, and whether the path to the outside is still intact, but each of them knows what has become of the North and how many people have died.

There is no road to the north, and there may still be life to the south.

The north country is full of frost, and to the south at least you can enter the tropics, and it will get warmer and warmer.

There is no choice, only to the south.

Mo Xie didn't know how this tide of displaced people came about, it could be led by the army and team that walked in the front, it could be the spontaneous organization of some ordinary people, and of course, maybe it could also be the effect of some bloody bridges and some bloody arguments. But no matter how this team came about, coincidentally or not, Mo Ye now needs the help of some or someone of them.

"Friends below!

Mo Xie was still lost, he had identified the team he had met in the process of flying in a certain direction, and his eyes lit up when he saw the open-top jeeps—to be precise, a person in the open-top jeeps who was holding a map and pointing the country.

"Cultivator?"

The fleeing team below was lifeless, all with their heads bowed, and it wasn't until Mo Xie spoke out that they noticed a person flying in the sky.

"What's the matter?"

There is no kind of admiration and yearning for immortals that mortals have expected, and there is not even basic respect in the gazes projected on Mo Ye one by one, anger, hostility and a little fear are all that Mo Ye has gotten. In the jeep, the sergeant holding the map signaled to stop the march, he looked directly at Mo Ye, and his tone was cold.

"Directions! How do I get to Pumstone Town?"

With Mo Ye's current realm, the gaze of tens of thousands of ordinary people couldn't make him feel any discomfort at all, and he landed on the hood of the jeep and occupied a condescending position to ask again.

"Pumice Town, which Pumice Town?" the sergeant did not flip through the map or raise his eyelids.

The monks ruled the world for 10,000 years (recorded), and in order to meet the needs of the monks, there were many kinds of exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes that had been imposed on the people for a long time, and everyone was more or less exploited. Now the cultivators are vulnerable in front of the blood clan headed by Lin Ming, and they are defeated again and again to the point of waging their tails and begging for mercy, and respect does not exist. I couldn't bear to hold a weapon against Mo Ye's face, so it was already for the sake of the same yellow skin.

"The town of Pumice in XL. Mo Xie had long sensed that everyone, including the sergeant, had a different attitude, and he also guessed that he was probably being carried by the already notorious cultivators.

He didn't care about this, he just asked for directions, even if he was despised, it was only a sentence or two. It's just that he originally planned to help this team, but now in his heart, this plan has been discounted.

"Go west. The sergeant flipped through the map.

"Which side is the west, is it southwest or northwest, and how many degrees?" asked Mo Xie.

"I don't know. The sergeant replied.

"You're kidding me?"

As soon as Mo Xie's mind moved, he used his mental power to pick up the soldiers.

"Don't move!"

"Boom!"

Dozens of guns were pointed at Mo Ye in unison, and a sergeant shouted righteously.

Mo Xie looked at the sergeant he was carrying, and the sergeant smiled under his gaze.

"Sure enough, you guys are still like this no matter what time you go, take it and take it, and if you don't like it at all, you will either beat or kill. But it doesn't matter, the foreigners are here, and you are just N citizens, hehe. The sergeant said.

"Come on, kill me, you'd better kill us all. I heard that foreigners like to suck blood, and the death of every compatriot who died at the hands of foreigners is terrible, if you give us a good time today, maybe the foreigners will give you a good time in the future!" a layer of madness welled up in the sergeant's eyes.

“……”

Mo Xie was silent.

He could only be silent.

But just because he's silent doesn't mean that others will be silent.

"Phew!"

A sergeant pulled the trigger, and the bullet went straight to Mo Xie's eyebrows.