Mo Shou suddenly felt a pain in his head, and the direction of the mountain col village he was looking at seemed to have undergone some kind of change that was unfavorable to the Mo family. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Senior brother, something has happened to Ziwu!" Mo Xing, as the chief teacher of the Mo family, has a special connection with all the disciples who sound ethereal but real, and at this moment she feels that the proud disciple she has cultivated with herself and Mo Jie seems to be in great danger, and it is a matter of life and death, so she can't care about a lot and shouts directly to the head of Mo Shou.

"The order, the Mo family is moving forward at full speed, and the magic circle is ready to fight. Mo Shou didn't look back at Mo Xing, who was full of anxiety, and Mo Jie, who came forward to stand side by side with him in silence, and said calmly, "Ziwu is a good boy, when he went, he already had the determination to not be afraid of life and death, aren't you as good as a disciple to be a master? Mo Attack, you and unity first, try your best to keep the legacy of the Thousand Golems, and we will arrive later. ”

Mo Feng snorted coldly and walked past Mo Shou's side, leaving behind the sentence "I will die for the Mo family, but I don't want the future of the Mo family to die in front of me because of your arrangement" and galloped away.

Mojie is not mute, but the word "knot" in his name seems to have all been born in his mouth. This king of the Mo family's mechanical arts, the contemporary "Heavenly Craftsman", and the instructor of all the skills of the Thousand Puppets, just looked at his senior brother silently, without any emotion in his eyes, and then chased after the Mo attack.

Mo Shou sighed slightly, not because of Mo Attack's words, but because of Mo Jie's seemingly wordless gaze just now.

One day, when the Mo family re-enters the eyes of the world and becomes the most dazzling pearl, you will thank me. Mo Shou looked at the direction in which Mo Attack and Mo Jie left, and said in his heart.

A few miles away in the village of Shanao, at the foot of the hill where Qiu's family is located.

Tian Kui had at least hundreds of external injuries on his body, although none of them were fatal, but the cumulative effect was to make this great disciple of the Good Hall covered in blood, and he looked quite terrifying. He carried the half-dead man in his hand, and then walked step by step to the forefront of the disciples of Shantang, which was the closest place to the Shaolin monks and the most dangerous place.

Several Shantang disciples stood up and tried to stop the senior brother who had just forcibly broken the other party's puppet with his amazing strength, but was forced back by the other party with a gentle but unquestionable gaze, until Tiankui walked to the front of Shantang, looking at the Shaolin Huayu who was full of anger and would fight for his life if he didn't say a word.

"Master Huayu, this is the beginning of the struggle between you and me, and the source of the misunderstanding between Shantang and Shaolin. I have taken him down, and now I will leave it to you, please stop the senseless fighting between us. Removing conspiracy and provocation, what is impossible to talk about between Shantang and Shaolin? As long as the negotiations are completed, many things can be done with half the effort, and a win-win situation is not difficult to achieve, so why not?"

Huayu didn't reach out to pick up Ziwu, who was thrown over, so Ziwu, who had most of the bones in his body that had been shattered, could only fall to the ground like a sack, and couldn't even transfer his head to give his mouth and nose a little more room to breathe.

It has always been the instinct of human beings to live, and giving everything for the Mo family seems to have surpassed this instinct. Even now, when he finally completed the rotation of his head with the help of his neck bone, which was not broken, what he thought and did at the first time was still beyond the expectations of everyone present.

"Monk, those are three world-famous divine clues, do you think that Shantang, the most hypocritical existence in the world, will share the results with you monks? What a joke, there is only one sharp word in this world that can make people forget everything, especially Shantang, which is far from enough to describe its hypocrisy. Think about why I'm trying to provoke you, think about why I want to pretend to be a disciple of Shantang to attack you instead of the other way around, think about it, you pedantic old thing! Do you really think that Shantang can't have a deal with our Mo family? For example, throw me over and blow you up!"

With Ziwu's last sentence suddenly raised in a loud voice, an explosion was stopped in advance by Tiankui's waving hand.

Tiankui was "carrying" Ziwu's head in his hand, and the plasma was still flowing between his fingers. He looked at Huayu and said, "Master, this is my sincerity. If I have the slightest misdeed, just stop him from finishing, because there are always ten thousand ways to remedy what this man has said, and I can even let him die thoroughly in the first place, because even a dead man is enough for me to use as a gift to ask you for permission to negotiate peace. ”

Less than three miles away from the mountain col village, he lowered his eyes and lowered his eyebrows, allowing his horse to run like flying, but his body did not move. Next to him was Mojing, who had previously come up with a plan to provoke Shaolin and Shantang, and this military genius of the Mo family was the first to break the silence.

Mojing always has a very serious demeanor and tone, just like the "military war will never be a child's play" that he has pursued since he was a child.

"Senior brother, Ziwu's death will be an opportunity for the Mo family. There is no need to provoke anymore, now we have to take advantage of the old things of Shantang to come back, and suppress Shaolin and Shantang in one fell swoop, and it is best to kill Huayu and Tiankui to hit the strength of those two parties. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the Mo family to enjoy the treasures of the underground palace alone. ”

Mojing's analysis never has any emotional element, and maximizing the benefits on the battlefield is his eternal goal.

Mo Shou frowned slightly after hearing this, and said with some concern: "You also know that my character is reluctant to charge ahead, if it weren't for Ziwu this time, I would definitely not allow Mo Attack and Mo Jing to risk going first." ”

Mo Jing snatched Mo Shou's words and said: "Those who achieve great things are not informal, the disciple still knows this reason, how can the senior brother retreat? The opportunity is in front of us, we can't give Shantang and Shaolin any time to reach an agreement, Mo Attack and Mo Jing can only do it until the effect of disruption at most, what we need is a final word." Senior brother, once the opportunity is gone on the battlefield, you will not return, please think twice. ”

Mo Shou's brows tightened even tighter, but Mo Xing suddenly raised the reins and rushed to the front to parallel with Mo Shou. Her eyes were red, and there was a resolute look on her face: "Senior brother, I agree with Mojing's statement. Everything Ziwu does is for the Zhongxing Mo family, and the senior brother please don't let the disciple's death be in vain. ”

There was a "creak" sound, which was the friction caused by Mo Shoutai's gritted teeth too hard, and his suddenly bright gaze made Mo Xing and Mo Jing both tremble and retreat. The current helmsman of the Mo family is really a little angry, but he is not angry with others.

"Let's give it a try, Mojing, and think of a foolproof way out. Mo Xing, order the disciples, follow me. After finishing his words, he stabbed a small long needle in his hand into the horse's neck.

The horses, which were already fully equipped, suddenly bruised and their eyes were red, and their speed increased a lot again in an impossible way.