On the contrary, in ancient times, the orthodox method of demon cultivation was gradually lost.

Traveling to this small country called Beilan in the human world for a few months, Ziqian Mo has heard countless stories of monsters harming people, eating meat, drinking blood, refining souls, and inhaling ** breath, which is simply appalling.

If it was set aside thousands of years ago, this kind of monster that took the wrong path would not even need human intervention, and the big demons would destroy them with their own hands! Purge the scum under the door!

She didn't want this group of demon beasts to come out of the Burning Xi Secret Realm to also degenerate into unbearable appearances.

Heavenly Dao hates the demon race.

It is becoming more and more stingy to give the living space of the demon clan, but this does not mean that the demon clan has to give up on itself.

"Momo is different from the demons I know."

Seeing the little white tuanzi in his arms say such things, Mo Yan's deep obsidian-like phoenix eyes swept through the streamer.

Under the command of the Tianyan Chamber of Commerce, there is a very famous demon hunting guild.

It is the number one demon hunting organization in the Beilan Kingdom.

There are countless masters to join, as well as the guests of the great family, and there are even outstanding students in the academy who are named in it. Everyone takes it as their duty to hunt cruel monsters, and often teams up to carry out demon hunting missions.

Zi Qianmo said: "Demons are also good and bad. ”

Mo Yan agreed: "Yes, you can't generalize from partiality. ”

Under Zi Qianmo's order, those demon beasts on Burning Xi Mountain did not continue to follow the two of them. Instead, they dispersed in twos and threes, some chose to stay on the Burning Xi Mountain, and some chose to go in the direction of the largest Xuanwu forest in Beilan China.

Of course, there are a few demon beasts that are extremely good at tracking.

After Mo Yan and Zi Qianmo walked away, they sniffed their scent, quietly followed, and chased all the way to the vicinity of the Prime Minister's Mansion, hiding nearby, silently guarding their "king".

When Mo Yan went down to Burning Xi Mountain, he changed into a set of moon-white straight clothes, blue sleeves, and silver ghost masks and threw them away.

At this moment, he is like a handsome and noble son in white.

The fair-skinned face and delicate facial features are like a far-reaching landscape painting, and the moonlight is sprinkled and people can't take their eyes off.

After changing his outfit, even if the trialists in the Burning Xi Secret Realm walked in front of him face to face, I am afraid they would not recognize him as the ghost-faced evil Luo who turned his hands into clouds and covered his hands into rain!

Mo Yan called a carriage.

deliberately in the imperial capital, spared a long way, and after getting rid of the last stalking that was following behind, he stepped on the official road and drove in the direction of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

After two hours, we arrived at our destination.

The carriage stopped.

Before Mo Yan got out of the car, he put Ziqian Mo in his arms and carried it.

"Wait a minute."

Zi Qianmo stopped him.

"Huh?"

Mo Yan looked at him questioningly.

Zi Qianmo said seriously: "There are a lot of people here, I'll hide it in your sleeve." ”

Mo Yan thought for a moment.

Zi Lu Yun, the eldest lady in the Prime Minister's Mansion, also participated in the secret realm trial, and even the young master Zi Lu Xiao also rushed to the entrance of the secret realm to see the excitement. It would be bad if either of them recognized Momo.

"Yes."

Mo Yan agreed to Zi Qianmo's proposal.

As soon as Zi Qianmo slipped away, he jumped into the man's wide sleeves, with small paws, hooked on the placket, and glass-like eyes, closely watching every move outside.

The Prime Minister's Mansion was unusually quiet.

Even the servants who came and went were emotionally depressed.