The milky white brain, like a sticky paste, was accompanied by the red blood that flew like a landscape ink painting, and before it could overflow from the golden pagoda, it was covered by the Ludan cage, and a starlight fire floated out of it.

The sound of squeaky flames sounded, and the corpse of Ersha who was crushed into tofu meatloaf was quickly incinerated into ashes, but in an instant, Ersha, who had always been alone and tyrannical in Wu'an City, was killed into ashes, turned into green smoke and blood mist with the smell of blood, and dissipated into nothingness.

"Wu An's second evil has planted a big heel in the Mo family, this Mo Xinsang is just a yellow-clothed shaman, and he can easily kill the second evil at the peak of the soul refining realm in seconds, it's really incredible!"

"Yes, the yellow-clothed shaman also has the strength of the Soul Realm, even if the ordinary yellow-clothed shaman sacrifices to the spirit into a pill, the star art is weird, it is impossible to kill Wu'an Ersha in an instant, this Mo family is extraordinary!"

Many scattered people exclaimed, discussing, seeing the second evil being killed casually, their faces were a little ugly, although they were used to killing, but, seeing Mo Xinsang's power so mysterious, they were still deeply shocked.

As the saying goes, scholars are afraid of bullies, bullies are afraid of ghosts, and ghosts are afraid of Hades!

Mo Xinsang's hegemonic method of killing chickens and respecting monkeys did play some obvious role in people's hearts, and the voices of discussion and complaining were almost dispersed, followed by some scattered monks who kept silent and watched the changes, but no one stood up for Wu An's grievances.

Everyone sweeps the snow in front of the door, regardless of the frost on the tiles of others, it is a wise saying that the scattered people have always abided by, and these scattered people who have been messing around on the knife edge have already mastered the way of survival in Wu'an City.

Many of the parade members who sat on the wall remained silent while looking at the three families to see how they reacted.

On the other hand, the three major families, the Wu family, the An family, and the Ye family all have an attitude of not caring about themselves and not caring about themselves, and the children of the three major families looked at Mo Xinsang unusually calmly, as if they had been prepared and had a plan in their hearts.

However, the young monk beside Chu Ge did not calm down, and when he saw Mo Xinsang's drastic methods, he did not laugh in shock, he straightened the fire and earth phase hat on his head, and let the brim of the hat hang down a little, just covering his cyan eyebrows, and looked at Mo Xinsang with evil eyes, looking cynical:

"I can't imagine that in this small Wu'an city, a small family is so majestic, and it actually treats human life like a mustard!"

As he spoke, the young monk laughed wildly, and his big feet stepped on the ground, and he flew up to the altar, his body flowing and fast, like a white horse stepping on snow, and an astonishing blue-green aura burst out of his body.

I saw a burst of turquoise light around him, and two fiery red dragons burst out from his body, like a blooming mountain fire lotus, extremely magical and peerless!

This young scattered monk is a powerhouse of the Yuan Shen Realm.

Chu Ge stood beside him, the scorching flames made him feel a parchy of his mouth, his skin was delaminated and unpleasant, and when he used the Huangquan mana to resist this Yuan Shen fire, that person had already flown to the Star Altar.

As soon as the young cultivator left, the pressure beside Chu Ge suddenly disappeared, but a big tree in the corner of the eaves was scorched and dried up by the flames, and the blue bricks and tiles that the monk had just stood on were also scorched and festering.

"You are the supporter of the Wu family, I wish you to dissolve Wuliang!"

Mo Xinsang held the crystal ball in his hand and pressed it lightly, and a white sheep star spirit pill quickly flew out, materialized into a golden pagoda, sucked the two fire dragons of the young monk into the tower, and then escaped back into the cyan crystal ball.

Between the golden tower swallowing dragons, Mo Xinsang glanced deeply at the Wuyi Sanxiu who suddenly flew to the altar, and the corners of his mouth chuckled, he seemed to have already heard the details of this young Sanxiu.

"Yes, I can't imagine that the children of a small city can also know the nickname of my Zhu Rongren Wuliang, so I will not make this trip in vain. ”

Wu Liang and Mo Xinsang stood on the altar facing each other, the aura on his body gradually converged, since Mo Xinsang had recognized him, it meant that the spies of the Mo family had already checked all his superficial things.

"However, you are wrong about one thing, I came to visit your Mo family's immortal viewing ceremony, not to support the little Wu'an Wu family, but because the Wu family spent a lot of money to invite me. ”

"You know that once we march and disperse people, we will practice it to the end once we take the task, this is the rule!"

Wu Liang looked cynical, and the words changed sharply, meaning and authentic.

There are no rules, there is no circle, scattered people collect money to do things, there are unwritten rules: either kill people to collect money, or die and retire.

"What a rule! You have rules for scattering people, and our Mo family naturally has the rules of the Mo family. Today, my strange family is the master, since you come to my strange house, you are a guest, and if you are a guest, you must follow the rules of the host's house!"

Mo Xinsang's eyes were cold, and he glared at Wu Liang viciously, and the pear vortex that smiled lightly in the wind was full of killing intentions, meaning that Wu Liang should not and should not break the rules of the Mo family's star festival.

"Oh, in this way, I broke the rules! But I don't know, what rules does the Mo family have?"

Wu Liangya sharpened his mouth, squinted with his hands, and still looked like a second ancestor hanging a few times, obviously asking knowingly.

Mo Xinsang heard Wu Liang's provocation, the corners of his mouth were cold, his face was dark, and he continued to suppress the starlight anger that was about to erupt in his eyes: "The rules handed down by my Mo ancestors, the ancestors accumulate virtue, everything has spirituality, and when the future generations are sacrificed to the planet, they must not only be sincere, but also have peace of mind." If you want peace of mind, one of the most important is that during the star festival, you must not interrupt it, and if you interrupt it, your family will be ruined!"

The sacrificial thing, the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth, start with the sound of the star sheep's horn music, the sound and sound of the ancient heavenly war drums, and the blood of the sacrifice of the Muyi boy as the guide, the number of the world, the Mo family is in awe for generations, and they dare not have the slightest hao perfunctory.

At this time, Wu Liang deliberately obstructed it, and the sacrificial matter was already in a state of semi-stop, Mo Xinsang had no intention of hammering the drum, and without the harmony of the drum sound, those orange-clothed and yellow-clothed priests didn't know whether to continue to blow the sheep's horn and sprinkle golden psychedelic powder.

Therefore, Mo Xinsang glared at Wu Liang coldly, as if he didn't agree with each other, he was going to strike first.

"It's the rules of the ancestors again?"

"There is a rule on the left and a rule on the right, how can there be so many rules in the world? Besides, the rules of the ancestors have long been outdated, how can the ancestors know what the situation of the world is like today when they set the rules?"

Wu Liang sneered in his heart, and slowly raised the fist in his hand as hard as an iron ball, and the pair of glowing star gloves were extremely dazzling: "The way of the world will change, didn't your ancestors tell you that the rules will also change?"

"Oh, what rules?" Mo Xinsang asked casually.

"Take people's money and eliminate disasters for others! Whoever becomes a king or loses a villain, whoever has a big fist is the rule!"

The fist in Wu Liang's hand clenched even tighter, like holding a rare deep-sea pearl, which never let go for a long time, and it contained the path he wanted to pursue in his heart.

This Wuliang is an outstanding clan of Zhurong Wuyi, gifted since childhood, clever and unique at the same time, only because he is dissatisfied with the Wuyi vein shaped like the eight precepts and nine difficulties in Buddhism, often arguing with the elders of the family, the elders of the family are angry, often after a beating, imprisoned in the forbidden room, facing the wall to change, copying the family rules and patriarchal law.

When he was thirteen years old, by chance, he had a dispute with Wu Zixu, an outstanding genius in his clan, for unknown reasons, and he even reached a situation where he would never die.

They are all young and vigorous teenagers, what other young people in the world are worthy of dreams? Probably about women, or for the women they love.

In short, in the end, Wu Liang, who was locked up in a forbidden wall and was forced to think about it, escaped, wandered around in Nanban, and calculated carefully, he has been a scattered ranger for ten years, and in this world, as long as he feels uneven, he will intervene.

The scattered monks in Wu'an City only know that he is from Zhurong, who is good at martial arts and brave fighting, and his magic power is transcendent, and he does not know his past.

In this world, there are many people who are fantastic and weird, and there are more people who hide stories and wine behind their temperaments, and Wu Liang collects money to do things, and his irregular actions based on hard fists have long been commonplace in the scattered world, and his ears have infected the whole city.

The world is big, the heart is big, and the scattered people in the city have a lot of history, but when Wu Liang is a parade outside, he has an arrogant temperament, and he is cynical, and when he has had enough, he will return home.

The Mo family naturally thinks the same way!

At this time, when these Mo family shamans saw Wu Liang's disrespectful words, they all stopped the leather horn music tube in their hands, looked at each other, and their hearts were as troubled as a monstrous fire, and they looked at Mo Xinsang like angry puppets with anger and resentment, in order to give orders.

"The ancestors always have their own reasons for setting up these rules, and we don't understand their meanings, and we have a sharp heart, and it is understandable to suppress our anger and disobey. If today's Tao is unstable and people's hearts are not ancient, it is indeed a world of young people!"

Mo Xinsang pressed his gesture towards the Mo family shamans, signaling them to stop blowing the horn in their hands, compared to their anger, the anger in Mo Xinsang's heart was even worse, but he tried his best to restrain himself, silently calculating the time, as if waiting for something.

"It's just that we monks will also grow old, and they will sink and grow old like rotten trees until they wither! At that time, we set the rule of cultivating the family and rejuvenating the family for the rest of our lives, and there will definitely be children and grandchildren who are full of suspicion and even opposition!"

Mo Xinsang, who gradually calmed down, chuckled blindly, and replied to Wu Liang's unruly recklessness without revealing the mountains and water, the clouds and lights at noon overlapped, and the golden yang fire streamed on his two pear vortexes full of stars and moons, and the brilliance was as brilliant as a golden flower, it was hard to imagine that a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy could have such a unique insight.

"You have a point, I don't object!"

Wu Liang raised his head, glanced at Mo Xin Sanggao a few times, crossed his hands into a trench of war, and the battle intent in his eyes was very strong: "But I'm still young, I have no interest in these rules, and after ten years of wandering, I think that the rules of scattering people - giving people money, eliminating disasters for others, which is stronger and which is weak, becoming a king or losing a villain--is more reliable and reasonable, and it is more fair!"

The rules of heaven and the rules of the earth, people in them, set the rules! Since the rules are set by people, they can be changed, Wu Liang thinks that he is young, how can he follow the rules when he is young and vigorous?

Mo Xinsang is also young, and he has the sharpness of a teenager, but he tries his best to restrain it.

"Let's take action! Let me see if you are the descendants of the Star Clan, this Wu family invited me to come, it is to fight on behalf of their Wu family! Life abides by the rules, death is respectful, life and death are even outside the degree, life is in the world, where do you have so many broken rules?"

Wu Liang was disdainful, his fiery eyes were scarlet, revealing the ferocity and madness of the scattered people, his mouth was full of cold and arrogant personal crookedness, and he didn't want to talk nonsense with Mo Xinsang anymore, this Mo Xinsang was so sophisticated and gloomy when he was only ten years old, which reminded him of Wu Zixu, probably hated Wu Zixu very much, and he naturally hated Mo Xinsang.

Seeing that Wu Liang was so arrogant, the shamans of the Mo family all looked at each other angrily, floated in the air, and quickly lined up into the Star Sacrifice Soul Devouring Array, wanting to quickly kill him as punishment!

Chu Ge stood under the altar, constantly paying attention to the situation above, and secretly sweated for Mo Xinsang in his heart, this Wu Liang is a strong man in the Yuan Shen Realm, and I don't know if the Mo family can live withstanding...