Yunhan real iron card is passed down from generation to generation at the beginning of the establishment of Yunhanju, the aura is pure and positive, can not be counterfeited, and it is impossible to fake others. Seeing this, Mo Jiani still disdainfully said: "If the brand is true, can it prove that the person is real?" ”

Mo Jiaoni didn't dare to move Chen Xiang'er for the time being, and only asked the others: "What do you say, what can a brand say?" ”

The scattered cultivators looked at each other and watched the changes. Mo Jiaoni saw that everyone was silent, and was about to be proud, when suddenly a little boy's voice sounded: "Yun Han's real iron card is here, so can it be fake?" If you catch someone who looks exactly like Li Jing, it may not be Li Jing himself! ”

Mo Jiaoni was shocked, she searched for the voice, but she didn't expect that this little boy, who was no more than five feet tall and no more than ten years old, would dare to openly challenge her authority. She said angrily, "What did you say? Say it again. ”

Although the boy's eyes were innocent, there was no trace of doubt or fear. Mo had given him the opportunity to correct his answers, but he didn't think so.

Hmph, then I'll let you taste it, against my taste.

Mo Jiaoni's breath had just changed, the quiet sea water had just shimmered with golden waves, and countless lacquered butterfly eyes were staring at her, like a fish that would jump out of the sea at any time.

Damn, I didn't expect Lu Fenfang to have this trick!

"Yes, with this brand, I don't think people can fake it." An old monk with a high cultivation level and a little in the late stage of foundation building said in a deep voice, "I caught Yun Han Zhenren so quickly, Miss Lu is really a good skill." ”

Lu Fenfang glanced at the old man and smiled slightly. Yes. From today on, Miss Lu is no longer a title, but a title, a symbol that deeply pierces the boundary monument of the two realms of demon cultivation, as long as people mention Miss Lu, they will think of her figure that will be amazed and sighed even in the history books. Against all odds and dangers, she finally came to this day, from surviving in the cracks to conquering the city without spending a single soldier. Her time. It's finally coming.

The old man spoke, and a few more people chimed in: "Yes, yes, not only are people here, but the iron plate has also been brought." It's really the majesty of the Great Heaven Shattering City! The owner of the village might as well execute Yun Han Zhenren quickly. Then hang the iron plaque and the head in front of the Guangyi Hall for ten days and ten nights. This is the prestige of my immortal village! ”

As soon as these words came out, the crowd exploded all of a sudden, and everyone talked about it. Some said that they wanted to take Li Jing hostage to hold Tianyong City hostage, some said that they would send him to Tianzheng Rainbow to ask for a reward, and some said that they would light sky lanterns and dip pig cages...... Anyway, all the ways to die that can be thought up by people's brains have been exhausted, and no one pays attention to Mo Jiaoyi's reaction.

Mo Jiaoyi was so angry that she was trembling all over.

"You-do you want to rebel?" The plum blossom branches cover the sky and the sun, like a cage, instantly enveloping everyone. On each plum blossom, there are two or three butterflies like hidden weapons,

"Please ask Lord Mo Zhuang to execute Li Jing quickly, and give me the cloud capsule as agreed." Lu Fenfang looked at Mo Jiaoni and bowed her hand respectfully.

"You-"

"Please ask Lord Mo Zhuang to execute Yun Han Zhenren quickly!"

Hundreds of scattered cultivators suddenly knelt on one knee and petitioned, this kind of pretended piety and humility almost crushed Mo Jiaoyi. She couldn't understand how she had commanded the Xianxizhuang Scattered Cultivators for many years, and they had been silent - more than two years ago, without her order, the Scattered Cultivators would consciously abide by the laws of Xianxizhuang and quickly execute those prisoners who did not complete their tasks on time, and then look at the present? These honest people, who are usually only cautious and cautious, actually twisted into a rope to resist her and persecute her! Their knees sank as before, and now they were aimed at the tip of her knife as if they were aligned! What's going on and why is it happening?

Of course, Mo Jiani will not find the reason, and she has no time to find it. She and Lao Mei can't use force within twenty-four hours, otherwise they can't merge together, and she will be completely digested by Lao Mei!

Abominable road fragrance, why come at this time! Mo Jiani originally thought that no matter how powerful Lu Fenfang was, she could only do it alone, she had thousands of people in Xianxizhuang, so what was she afraid of? She would never have dreamed that she was already a lonely owner, a former puppet, a former sharp weapon, and no longer only obeyed her orders!

"Please quickly execute Yun Han Zhenren!"

"Please quickly execute Yun Han Zhenren!"

"Please quickly execute Yun Han Zhenren!"

……

Mo Jiaoni had no other choice. Anyway, this old man was caught by Lu Fenfang, and she said that it was Yun Han Zhenren. Pass this level first, and then don't lock her in the cloud bag, just find a way to coax her! As long as she endures twenty-four hours, she must dig out Lu Xiangxiang's heart and lungs!

The blood of "Yunhan Zhenren" stained the task list and the plaque of Guangyi Hall, but Mo Jiaoni didn't know what this picture meant.

"Let's go." Mo Jiaoni glanced at the bloody corpse on the ground, and said coldly to Lu Xiangfang, "I'll take you to find Suoyun Sac." ”

This matter seems to have passed like this, and the kneeling cultivators also got up one after another, spread out a path, and respectfully invited Mo Jiani and Lu Fenfang to go. Mo Jiaoyi walked in front, Lu Fenfang followed behind, and walked towards the depths of the sea of clouds. The clouds and sea mist were as cold as tears, and the sound of the wind was like a whimper.

Lu Fenfang knew that further forward was Yin Zilou, which was Mo Jiaoni - and where Lin Xinhong recuperated his spiritual power.

"Lu Xiangxiang." Mo Jiaoni looked at the coffin-like Yin Zilou and said coldly, "That person just now is not Yun Han Zhenren at all, right?" When I killed him, there was no joy in your eyes. ”

"It was you who killed him, not me, how can I be happy to take revenge?" Lu Fenfang said indifferently, "Since Master Mo Zhuang knows that he is not Li Jing, why do you want to kill him?" ”

Of course Mo Jiani will not admit that I was forced by you, and I was afraid that my subordinates would mutiny, so I had to kill me as a last resort. She could only say: "I can kill if I want, what do you have to do with it?" Just a mortal, who else is there that I can't kill! ”

Hearing Mo Jiaoyi say this, Lu Fenfang couldn't say how happy she was. Yes, mere mortals, what are you afraid of, when have you ever been afraid? It's time for someone to teach you well!

"You wait here." Mo Jiaoyi said, "I have faith in my words, so I will take the lock cloud bag for you." ”

"There is labor."

Mo Jiaoni turned around, walked towards the black coffin on one wall and thought on the other, dream, I have a cloud lock sac in my hand, and the first one will turn into your bones, you are still dreaming here!

Mo Jiaoni boarded the Yin Zi Building and quickly ran to the secret room where the lock cloud sac was stored, although she was confident enough to solve the problem of losing the fragrance, but Chi was changing, and her steps were messy.

But the moment her hand reached into the secret compartment of the secret room, her fingers, to her wrists, to her arms, to her heart, were a mess of sparks.

The lock cloud sac is not here!

Her baby! The treasure of the sea locks the cloud bag, and it is not here! (To be continued......)