Since his physical cultivation has recovered, Mo Yu has never gotten into the carriage again, eating and sleeping with Shangnan and the surrounding merchants. After hearing that the caravan was heading towards the Chaos Domain, he chose to stay after careful consideration.

First, the injury is not healed at the moment, and following the caravan can avoid a lot of unnecessary troubles and recuperate with peace of mind. Second, in the face of the pursuit and killing of the Tianhuang Sect, the Chaos Domain, a place where crime is rampant, is the greatest protection for him.

Mo Yu's tentative goal is to enter the chaotic domain first, find a way to restore his cultivation, and then act at the opportunity.

The stout young man in the blue shirt and the others were quite cold to him at first, who let Mo Yu be alone in the carriage with the merchant girl for a month, it was not jealous, but it was uncomfortable, but it was certain. But as the contact grew, they became close to each other.

Coupled with Shang Nan's non-existent mention, these merchants who have traveled long distances know that he is not weak in physical cultivation, and their attitude is a little more respectful. Fortunately, Mo Yu was gentle, and they didn't have much awe.

Mo Yu rode on the black horse that changed from one end of the caravan, slightly closed his eyes, and his breath was smooth and even, as if he was asleep. The black horse under him was very light, and he didn't dare to shake him a little, and he looked like he was pleasing to the eye.

The thin man is called Ma Yo, who is quite clever, and his eyes are purring to give people the feeling of slippery and not leaving his hands. At this moment, he looked at Mo Yu with envy, lowered his voice and said: "Da Hei, this guy is very irritable, and he usually has to jump three times to pull the car, let alone let people ride." But this will be under Brother Yumo's body honestly like a little daughter-in-law, tsk, this is the momentum of a strong person with a strong body, and even this beast knows how to be in awe. ”

"That's right! Beasts also have spirituality, let alone the clever thing of Dahei. The last time I drove it away, this beast was noisy and unwilling to go, and the leader of the Wang family's guards came over and glared at it, and this guy was honest for most of the day. Qi Cheng stroked his cyan short sleeves, and his eyes carefully swept around the surroundings, "I see, Brother Yumo's strength may not be under the leader of our caravan guards, you didn't dare to run to our area during this time when you didn't see Steward Wang, you must have received a warning from Lord Wang." ”

The black-faced strong man's eyes widened, "Qi Cheng, are you kid allowed to speak?" The leader of the caravan guard is the strength of the third order of physical cultivation, and it is more than a thousand catties of strength to punch out, I see that Brother Yumo's body is not as strong as my old black, is it really so strong?"

Qi Cheng scratched his head, "Where can I see clearly, but with Brother Yumo's bearing, he is not an ordinary person at first glance." ”

On horseback, Mo Yu's eyes slowly opened, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of helplessness. No matter how low their voices were, they couldn't escape his ears, and he had heard them at least a dozen times, but he kept pretending not to know, and let them guess. Looking up at the setting sun, he exhaled softly, his face flat. For nearly two months, he hid in the caravan, recovering from his injuries and thinking about the current situation, and his chaotic mind gradually calmed down.

The only thing he can do now is to restore his cultivation with all his might, and then find a way to improve his strength as soon as possible! The cultivation of the monk world is supreme, Mo Yu has long known this truth, but it was not until he experienced the siege and killing of the Tianhuang Sect that he had a practical understanding. If he had the cultivation to crush the Spirit Emperor, he would be able to directly kill all the Tianhuang Sect and his party, and even in the face of the two Savage Saint Sect Blood Robe Protectors, he would easily defeat him.

In this way, Qin Qing'er's soul does not have to dissipate, and the teacher, sect master and other sect monks will not be in danger, and he does not need to die at the end of the world, he has to avoid chasing and killing in the chaotic domain!

Strength is everything!

Only with enough strength can he repay his hatred from the Tianhuang Sect and even the Barbarian Saint Sect! After a series of changes, Mo Yu's belief in pursuing strength has unconsciously become firmer!

While he was thinking silently, several caravan men not far away saw Mo Yu open his eyes, and they all tacitly shut up and didn't say more, but their curiosity became heavier and heavier.

When it was dark, there were no suitable market towns to settle in, and caravans camped in the wilderness. Fortunately, they are all veterans of long-distance running, and things such as arranging defenses, preparing feed, and collecting dry firewood are carried out in an orderly manner. When the stars are all over the sky, dozens of bonfires are lit, and scattered merchants gather in groups of three or five, eating boiled porridge and drinking wine, and there is a burst of laughter from time to time.

Mo Yu, the businessman's father and daughter, the black-faced strong man, Qi Cheng, Ma Yu and the other two merchant men gathered around. In the last stop in the market town, Qi Cheng went to buy two jars of local wine, the quality of the wine is generally strong enough, and the faces of several people who drank it were red, and they spoke more casually.

Shang Lingling lowered her head and sat beside Mo Yu, she also drank a little, and now her pretty face is flushed and she looks more and more beautiful. Qi Cheng, Ma Yu and the other two young men always involuntarily drifted to her.

The black-faced strong man took a sip of wine, and suddenly said: "My old black can't hold back his words, it's really uncomfortable for me to die these days! Brother Yumo, Brother Shang mentioned to us a little bit, your physical cultivation is not weak, but I can't see it no matter how I look at it, your arms are not as thick as mine, where does you have such a strong strength? Hehe, can you tell us, how is your cultivation? Is it better than the leader of our caravan guard?"

Qi Cheng, Ma Yu and the other two young men also helped. Shang Lingling glanced up at him, his eyes shining slightly, obviously curious.

Only Shang Nan frowned without a trace, and secretly said that the black brother really dared to speak with a little wine, Mo Yu usually showed mildness, but he did not forget the coldness when Mo Yu killed Wang Shaoyang that day!

But what relieved his heart was that Mo Yu was slightly stunned and did not show a different color, hesitated, and said, "It should be about the same." Naturally, he wouldn't say what he really cultivated, but just responded ambiguously according to what he said.

The black-faced strong man obviously wanted to ask again, but was blocked by Shang Nan raising his glass. This guy can still be alive and kicking around in a long-distance caravan for so many years, naturally he is not really brainless, seeing Shang Nan's eyes dissuasion, he was slightly shocked, and he lowered his head to drink and stop talking.

Qi Cheng, Ma Yu and the others suddenly showed envy on their faces, their ability to observe words and expressions was very good, seeing Mo Yu's calm demeanor when he spoke, it was obvious that his cultivation was not under the leader of the caravan! Mo Yu didn't want to say much about his cultivation, but he didn't show any displeasure, so they turned to ask about other things that they were interested in.

Ma Yu said: "Brother Yumo, when I was a child, I heard Mr. Shu say that when a monk cultivates to a high level, he can fly to the sky and escape to the earth, and if he punches over, the mountains will be shattered to the ground, is this true?"

"I've also heard that some people's cultivation is very high, and their lifespan will become very long, and it is no problem to live for hundreds of years or even longer! Some people also say that after their cultivation reaches the extreme, they can even live forever and have the power of gods and goddesses in myths and legends!" Qi Cheng gave Mo Yu a bowl of wine, "Brother Yumo, you are well-informed, can you tell us about these things." ”

Several young men showed excitement one after another, and their faces were full of yearning.

Mo Yu glanced at them, was slightly silent, and said, "After the monk cultivates to a high level, he can indeed fly away from the sky to open mountains and rivers, and has a powerful power and a long life that the world can hardly imagine. But there is no one in ten thousand who can really go to this realm. ”

He paused and continued, "Perhaps in your opinion, the infinite scenery of high-level cultivators is enviable, but each of them has to endure countless tribulations that you can't imagine in order to cultivate to a high realm. The monks have gained and lost, and you don't need to be too envious. ”

With some emotion for a while, Mo Yu bowed his hand to a few people after speaking, left the bonfire and retreated to sit cross-legged beside the carriage, closed his eyes and said no more.

Qi Cheng, Ma Yu and the others were a little puzzled, but Shang Nan and the black-faced strong man were thoughtful, their eyes fell on him, and they secretly said that Brother Yumo could say this, and it seemed that he was also a person who had experienced many storms.

As the night deepened, the crowd quickly dispersed, and the camp became quiet.

Wang Duanling sat in the carriage, he was wearing a fish-white robe, his silver hair was meticulously combed, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his wrinkled face showed a little uneasiness. Decades of experience in running caravans had given him a keen instinct, and it was normal tonight, but he always felt that something was going to happen. Seeing that the goods are about to be delivered, there must be no accidents.

After pondering for a while, he raised his head and gently tapped on the car window, and the leader of the guard quickly walked in, and said in a low voice: "What does the master command?"

"I think something is wrong, you tell you to go down, all of them are on guard and on guard. ”

The leader of the guards felt a pang in his heart, and he should have turned around and hurried away.

Time passes without a trace, and the sky will be bright in a blink of an eye. But this moment is also the time when the night is the heaviest and people are the most tired. The guards who had been waiting all night inevitably showed tiredness on their faces, and they were relieved that nothing would happen tonight.

Mo Yu suddenly opened his eyes, the essence of the dark night shone slightly, and his face was a little more gloomy. He jumped up silently, covered Shang Nan's mouth to wake him up, and then called Shang Lingling, who was resting in the carriage, to wake them up and let them hide under the carriage carefully.

But before he could wake up the others, a piercing sound came from all directions, and countless arrows painted black shot at terrifying speeds!

Mo Yu stepped heavily under his feet, and his figure rushed forward, without looking back, and slapped the two long arrows that shot at him down! Qi Cheng was awakened by this sudden attack, and several black arrows fell beside him reluctantly, piercing deep into the ground, and the tail of the arrow was still trembling slightly. Seeing Mo Yu approaching him, his eyes suddenly showed surprise, a lazy donkey rolled around, turned over and ran towards him!

But at this moment, a low shout suddenly sounded in his ears, "Don't move, get down!"

Qi Chengyi was stunned before he could react, and a black arrow shot directly through his chest, and the tip of the arrow tore through his chest and revealed the clothes on his chest, stained with a bit of warm blood. He was foaming with blood from his mouth and nose, his eyes were full of fear, and he wanted to say something, and his body "poofed" to the ground, and soon he lost his breath.