Suddenly, a group of members of the Yin Yang Holy Sect broke into Mo Lingquan's perception. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Interrupting the communication with Wu Bingyue, Mo Lingquan's face became gloomy, and the Dragon Sword behind him suddenly came out of its sheath and quietly touched it.

"Hey... What do you say about this, the murderer of the saint has not been chased down, and several priests have died, and now it is rumored that the deadwood Dharma King colluded with outsiders to assassinate the saint..."

The group walked and talked, not knowing that they were already under Mo Lingquan's surveillance.

The Deadwood King... Isn't it the yellow-robed old man who escaped from his hands? Mo Lingquan, who was hidden in the shadows, almost laughed, no wonder he hadn't encountered a disciple of the Yin Yang Holy Sect who was chasing and killing him in the past few days.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, the enemy is still fighting in the nest, and it seems that the forces of all parties in Nanyang are not monolithic.

As long as he is not invulnerable, he can use the intrigues of all parties to achieve his goals, and as for the rest, what does it have to do with him.

With a slight step, Mo Lingquan's figure swept out more than ten zhang, and disappeared in an instant.

The Tai Illusory on his body was a set of services from ordinary people in exotic rivers and lakes, and the Dragon Sword he carried was also collected by him into the space of Sumeru mustard seeds in Taixu, and replaced it with a half-moon scimitar most commonly used by people in the Tiantai Kingdom where the Yin Yang Holy Sect was located.

It is a small town called Simba Town. However, it prospered because of its proximity to the headquarters of the Yin-Yang Holy Sect, and people from all over the world gathered here, hoping to catch the big ship of the Yin-Yang Holy Sect, so that the carp could leap into the dragon gate and soar into the sky.

Walking slowly on the streets of Simba Town, Mo Lingquan picked up the items of the street vendors from time to time and looked at them, looking extremely casual.

The subtle perception of the moon wheel takes in everything around it.

Not long after, Mo Lingquan came to a restaurant, went straight to the second floor, sat down at an empty table by the window, ordered some of the most famous snacks at random, and ordered a pot of wine.

Diagonally opposite the restaurant, you can see a manor opposite, which is the foothold of the Yin-Yang Holy Sect in the middle of the town.

The manor is extremely luxurious, with pavilions, pavilions, small bridges, and flowing water, and there are disciples of the Yin Yang Holy Sect coming in and out of the manor from time to time.

Tilting his head and pouring the wine in the cup into his mouth, Mo Lingquan's face suddenly turned ugly.

"Poof..."

After all, he couldn't hold back, and squirted out a sip of wine.

The diners on the second floor looked at it in unison.

"What's the matter? I can't spit out this wine if it doesn't suit my appetite?"

Mo Lingquan raised his eyebrows, looking proud.

The diners on the second floor glanced indifferently at Mo Lingquan's clothes and the scimitar of his waist sword, and chose to be silent. The people who walk the rivers and lakes are impulsive, and there are even more people who draw their swords against each other if they don't agree with each other.

But the silver ornament on the cuffs of Mo Lingquan's shirt showed that he was a Heaven Realm master, and there was no need for anyone to be unwilling to offend a Heaven Realm martial artist in vain.

After all, among the rivers and lakes, the Heavenly Realm is the mainstream master, and the Void Realm is not something you can see if you want to see it, looking at the rivers and lakes, they are all overlords.

The wine here is difficult for Mo Lingquan, who is used to drinking monkey wine, to his throat. However, in full view of everyone, it is impossible to take out monkey wine to satisfy their hunger. Mo Lingquan had to pick up the pastries on the table and taste them carefully, although they didn't taste his taste, they tasted different.

Everything around him fell into Mo Lingquan's perception, and the foothold of the Yin Yang Holy Sect next to the restaurant was the top priority he paid attention to.

After three rounds of dinner, Mo Lingquan stood up, left two taels of broken silver, and turned to leave.

At midnight, the town was silent, and the bright moon in the sky seemed to be rolled up, and after hiding in the clouds, the sky and the earth became even darker.

In the largest inn in town, the window of a side room quietly opened, and a figure flashed out of the room.

The figure flew quickly in the darkness, and before long, the figure came to the outside of the Yin-Yang Holy Sect's foothold in the town.

Jumping into it slightly, the figure quickly shuttled through the small courtyard, obviously the people who came were extremely familiar with everything here.

After a while, the figure stopped outside a room, it was Mo Lingquan. The lights in the room were still on, indicating that his master was not resting.

"Your Holiness, should we..."

A muffled voice of inquiry came from within.

"This matter has to be considered in the long run, and he can't be touched for the time being. ”

A majestic voice came from the room, and through the perception of the moon ring, everything in the room was in full view.

"Your Majesty, you have a lot of dreams at night, but I'm afraid..."

The man was silent for a moment, then stopped talking.

"Well, let's talk about it again. ”

In Mo Lingquan's senses, the yellow-robed old man known as the Dharma King waved his hand and interrupted the subordinate's unfinished words.

"By the way, the identity of those assassins has been revealed. ”

The yellow-robed old man changed the subject.

"Venerable Qiqi, there is news that that one man and one monkey are leaving from southern Xinjiang. ”

The subordinate carefully took out a fold from his bosom and handed it to the yellow-robed old man.

After a long time, the old man in the yellow robe shook his right hand, and the fold in his hand burned and turned into ashes.

"What do you think..."

The yellow-robed old man looked at his kneeling subordinates below with a calm face.

"My subordinates thought that they would deliberately divert our attention from this move, and then secretly investigate. ”

The subordinate hesitated for a moment, then said cautiously.

"How so?"

The old man in the yellow robe smiled.

"My subordinates don't feel like they're going to give up so easily, so..."

That subordinate was drenched in cold sweat, and the moodiness of the Flame King was well known in the Yin Yang Holy Sect, if it weren't for the fact that his descendants had produced a hermaphroditic genius who was loved by the Yin Yang Sect Master, everyone would not have tolerated him so much.

Thales, the Deadwood Lord, is an upright man, so he has always been at odds with the Flame Lord, which is not news in the Sect. If it weren't for the sect leader who kept pressing, the two sides would have fought a long time ago.

This time, the Sect Master was not there, and the Flame King seized the opportunity of the two subordinates of the Deadwood Law King Thales to escape from the battle, and took him down on trumped-up charges, but he did not dare to correct him on the spot, so he had to be placed under house arrest in the foothold of the Yin Yang Holy Sect in Simba Town.

"Go down... That's up to you. ”

The yellow-robed old man, the Flame Dharma King, waved his hand to make the subordinate retreat, and fell into deep thought.

According to the Deadwood King, the master of the sword is extremely high, his skills are amazing, and his scheming is deep. He was even forced to use the secret technique of "Deadwood Divine Skill", the secret technique of Deadwood Fengchun and the Talisman of the Yin and Yang Holy Sect, so that he could escape.

With such skill, why didn't there be any movement when the Yin Yang Dharma King fled, or...

The Flame King suddenly shrank his pupils and stood up.

Could it be that the other party really didn't have the strength to fight again at that time? Yes, if he hadn't done that, he wouldn't have opened his mouth and taken the initiative to let go of the two injured subordinates of the Deadwood King.

Thinking of this, everything suddenly became clear, and the Flame King couldn't help but feel very annoyed, if he continued to chase and kill at that time, it would be a great achievement, and he missed it in vain.

"Hey..."

The Flame King let out a long sigh and lay down in his chair in a decadent manner.