The gate of the South City opened, Wen Sheng walked out of the South Desert City step by step with Mo Yun on his back, and Elder Yu smiled bitterly and whispered: "That's all I can help you." ”

The city gate slowly closed, Wen Sheng's lonely figure disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, and on the city wall, a middle-aged man took in the scene, sighed, and said softly: "The news is released, Mo Yun is dead." ”

"Yes. ”

I don't know how long it took, Wen Sheng raised his head and looked at the endless dark red land and dense withered red grass, put Mo Yun on the ground, turned out two pots of wine, one pot was placed next to Mo Yun, and the other pot was poured a few sips.

"You said how long we've known each other, the first time I wanted to kill you, then I thought you were funny, and then you handed over the assassin to me, I can't tell you how I felt at the time.

Your mouth is very cheap, sometimes I want to smoke you, but sometimes your mouth is very useful, people, it seems to be a combination of contradictions, died at the hands of my master, how do you feel?

Oh yes, you're all dead, and you don't feel anything, it's good. Wen Sheng muttered to himself as he drank, his eyes slightly red, as if he was suppressing something.

"After this time, it's really incognito. ”

"Then what's the matter, we've all left the Southern Desert City, and we've been in retreat here for a while, so I don't believe that the transfiguration technique can't go up to the next level. Wen Sheng glanced at Mo Yundao, who was half-open.

Mo Yun sat up, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Why did your master let me go?"

"I don't know, I haven't been able to understand his thoughts, but one thing I know very well is that after this time, my master and I won't recognize each other for a long time. ”

"If you want to let me go, why do you want to block us at the north gate?"

"This is what he meant, let you die, it must be known to everyone, Father Li has been watching all this above the city wall, it seems that he and my master have reached some kind of tacit understanding. ”

Mo Yun stretched his waist, his majestic aura overflowing, and then he picked up the wine jug and took a sip and said, "Thank you, master, this time you successfully broke through the late stage of the Earth Spirit Realm, and your master helped a lot." ”

"Let's go, thousands of miles ahead is Shura City, and this way just proves one thing. Wen Sheng pulled Mo Yun up, and the two walked deeper side by side.

"Why are your eyes red?

"Fuck off, I'm reluctant to Xiaoling. ”

"Okay. ”

Out of the city, the two of them were no longer as anxious as before, strolling in the wasteland, but it was a different taste, after a while, Mo Yun suddenly asked: "How did you say that your master knew that I was going to Nanmo City?"

Wen Sheng was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't know, has your sword blood curse been lifted?"

"No, but I've been suppressing it, and nothing is out of the ordinary, it's not like that. ”

"Then I don't know, could it be Jun Weisheng?" Wen Sheng thought of Jun Weisheng, and a touch of fierceness flashed in his eyes.

Mo Yun nodded, not talking, the two walked sullenly for a while, and several figures appeared in front of the two of them, it was the assassination master, and there were two people they didn't know.

Wen Sheng walked forward quickly and asked, "What's the situation?"

The Assassinator's men now have basically learned some modern languages, but it's hard to say: "Someone... Digging, corpses. ”

"Forget it, I'll ask them directly. After speaking, he turned his head to look at the two middle-aged men with dirty faces and asked, "What are you doing?"

The faces of the two middle-aged men were obscured by the mud and they couldn't see their faces clearly, and one of them said, "We are from the Bagua Gate." ”

"Western Sect, what are you doing here?"

The two glanced at each other, lowered their heads and didn't speak, Wen Sheng sneered, turned out a few silver needles, and shot into the neck of the middle-aged man who had not spoken, and then the middle-aged man's body fell heavily.

The other person turned pale with fright, and hurriedly knelt down and said: "I came to explore a leyline, we checked the information of the wasteland, and found that there are traces of formation under a leyline, our sect is famous for formation deduction, so we came here to investigate." ”

"Sure enough, there was such a thing. ”

Wen Sheng muttered, then turned to Mo Yun and said, "I heard about this in the early years, and I also wanted to investigate this time when I had the opportunity, but I didn't expect to meet them as soon as I came in." ”

"Good luck. Mo Yun didn't understand what the leyline formation was, and what they said was amazing, but he didn't have any right to speak, so he could only say two perfunctory sentences.

Wen Sheng was not bored either, and continued to ask, "Have you found the leyline?"

"Found it, found it. The man was afraid that if he said no, he would follow in the footsteps of his companions, so he hastened to respond.

"Go, take us there. ”

Several people walked forward more than 100 meters together, and when they looked down, they saw a deep pit, digging down to a depth of about two meters, and they felt that they had touched something, so they stopped.

Mo Yun stepped forward, looked at the corner of the stone exposed outside the soil, and frowned, "Is it a coffin?"

Wen Sheng didn't answer, and asked a few assassins to dig the pit, and after digging for a long time, a square sarcophagus with a length and width of five or six meters appeared in front of several people.

"This height, it's two meters, damn, are there terracotta warriors and horses inside? are they all standing?" Mo Yun saw such a big sarcophagus, and immediately thought of the terracotta warriors pit.

"What terracotta warriors?" Wen Sheng asked, puzzled.

"It's just a kind of stone man who accompanies the funeral, forget it, don't care about the details, should we open the coffin and take a look?" Mo Yun knew that the explanation didn't make sense, so he didn't dwell on it.

Wen Sheng stopped Mo Yun and asked the people of the assassination master to come up, and then asked the disciples of the Bagua Sect: "Deduction, is there a formation here, can it be cracked." ”

The disciple nodded, took out a delicately carved gossip jade plate, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to deduce accurately.

After waiting for half an hour, the disciple said with a not very good-looking face: "Originally, when the coffin was dug up, it should have broken the formation, but now that the underground array is intact, this coffin has nothing to do with the leyline." ”

"That means there is no danger on the surface of this coffin?"

"Yes. ”

Wen Sheng was silent, hesitated for a long time before saying, "You go to open the coffin, and if there is a problem, run quickly." ”

The three assassination divisions walked out of the two, jumped into the pit without the slightest hesitation, one pushed to the side, and finally moved the coffin lid with force.

At this moment, Mo Yun sensed that something was wrong, the blood shadow flashed, and after a few blinks, he returned to Wen Sheng with the two assassination masters, his eyes staring at the black qi that was waving out of the coffin lid and the gap in the coffin.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

A minute later, only a 'bang' was heard, the lid of the coffin was lifted into the air, and a tall young man stood in the coffin with his eyes closed, looking like he was twenty-three or four-year-old, with a somewhat dark face.

But the momentum that appeared was extremely powerful, and the three assassination divisions protected Mo Yun and Wen Sheng, their eyes revealing murderous intent, as if they were ready to burst out at any time.

Mo Yun looked at a pet beside the young man in astonishment, and exhaled in a low voice: "National treasure!!"

Wen Sheng exclaimed at the same time: "Iron Eater!"