Previously, many wanted to move the ink family, but. all died tragically on the Mo family's organs, even. ”

Feng Qingcheng paused and pursed his lips.

"Even, so far, no one has successfully broken through the Mo family's organs."

Feng Chengcheng told what he knew, and his heart was even more uncertain.

The Mojia mechanism has existed since ancient times, but so far, no one has been able to successfully break through, and the two of them ......

Dongfang Wuya nodded.

"Well, it's in the information that Kun's predecessor gave me. It doesn't say where the Mojia organs are, it only shows that in ancient times, all powerful families started a big battle, and since that war, the Mojia organs have been completely closed and disappeared from everyone's eyes.

And recently, the only last news is the successor of the Mo family's organs, Mo Ziqing of the Mo family. ”

"Then where is this Mo Ziqing?"

Feng Chengcheng hurriedly asked.

It seems that the Mo family can't find it anymore, and all hope can only be pinned on this Mo Ziqing.

However, Dongfang Wuya shook his head.

"I don't know.

Because of the disappearance of the Mo family's organs, only this Mo Ziqing remained, but Mo Ziqing and the dragon did not see the tail, and there was no accurate place to find him. ”

Feng Qingcheng frowned, and both of them pondered.

"Then we can only go to the last place where Mo Ziqing appeared to have a look."

"Well, let's go."

Dongfang Wuya and Feng Chengcheng walked for a long time, and finally saw a city.

Dongfang Property and Feng Chengcheng walked in, but were stopped by the soldiers of the city gate tower.

"Whoever comes, no one is allowed to enter the city without a passage fee."

The soldier did not hesitate to stop the two of them.

"Boundless ......"

They came here, but they didn't have a penny on them, how did they get in?

Dongfang Wuya took a spar from the space ring and came out.

"I wonder if this spar can be used as a city fee?"

As soon as they saw that it was a spade, the soldiers immediately turned red, but for the sake of face, they pretended to cough.

"Of course, you can, but the two of you must have two spars."

Feng Chengcheng's face was cold.

This spar is more precious than silver than jade, and such a small piece of spar can be worth as many silver taels.

But these soldiers were so greedy and wanted more moments, Feng Qingcheng really wanted to step forward and break in directly.

Dongfang Wuya took Feng Qingcheng's hand, and Feng Qingcheng turned his head to look at Dongfang Wuya suspiciously. According to the character of Oriental Boundless.

There's no way he's really going to give these soldiers two hedrons, right?

Sure enough, I saw Dongfang Wuya say a word.

"That's really sorry, we got this spar by chance, and it's only such a small piece, if it doesn't work, then let's go to the suburbs to get some wild things and buy some silver before we come."

Saying that, Dongfang Wuya really turned around and left, and the soldier immediately panicked.

"Stop, wait!"

Dongfang Wuya turned around and looked at the soldier incomprehensibly.

"Just one piece, just one piece, reluctantly let you pass. Bring. ”

As he spoke, the soldiers went four or five deep, ready to take the boundless hedron from the East.

Dongfang Wuya took a step back, avoiding the soldier's outstretched hand.

"No, I look very beautiful with this spar, and I'm going to make an earring for my wife or something, I can't give it all to you, if it wasn't for entering the city, I don't want to take this spar out."

When the soldier heard that Dongfang Wuya actually wanted to use this spar to make earrings, such a waste, he immediately felt distressed, a little bit, it was better than nothing.

"Done! A little bit is a little bit! Hurry up! ”

The soldier was getting impatient.

Dongfang Wuya said.

"Okay, then you wait."

As he spoke, he took Feng Chengcheng to the side and broke off a small piece of the spar in his hand.

That's right, it's broken.

The spar is incomparably hard, but for the East Wuyi. Like tofu, it's not difficult.

After it was ready, Dongfang Wuya took the small piece that was broken off and gave it to the soldiers.

The soldier hurriedly took it, put it in his arms like a treasure, looked around and saw that there was no one, and raised his head proudly.

"Let's go, let's go, hurry up!"

Dongfang Wuya pulled Feng Chengcheng into the city so successfully, and Feng Chengcheng, who saw everything on the side, was already smiling.

"You're too pitiful, we grabbed a lot of spars on our bodies, and you only gave someone a small piece."

Dongfang Wuya didn't seem to realize what he had done and shrugged his shoulders.

"We'd better keep a low profile now, but save a lot of trouble and save a lot of time, if that's not the case, I'll just break in with you, and I can't let others know that we have a lot of hedrons on us, otherwise it won't be good to cause unnecessary trouble."

Feng Qingcheng nodded, Dongfang Wuya really did something thorough.

When the two of them entered the city, the whole scene was different, the streets were full of cultivators who came again, but ordinary people didn't see a few, even if it was the shopkeeper in the inn, there were also a few practitioners.

Feng Qingcheng shook his head and sighed a few times.

"Sure enough, people are different in different places."

It's a world of difference compared to the town before it.

"Let's go to the teahouse first."

Feng Chengcheng has no objections, the teahouse itself is the gathering point of all intelligence.

If you say anything to me, you can almost know a lot of unknown things.

The two entered the largest teahouse in the entire city and found a quiet place to sit.

According to the hearing of the two, the entire teahouse can be mastered by them.

At this time, the storyteller began his daily storytelling.

It's just that it just so happens that today's storyteller is talking about the Mohist organ.

"In ancient times! There is a powerful family called the Mo family, why is he powerful, just because the Mo family has a Mo family organ that gives the world a headache!

They relied on this Mo family organ to gain a foothold among several major families in the ancient era, and became one of the families that the world did not dare to provoke, the level of horror was unimaginable! ”

The storyteller was now on the table, spitting and speaking vividly, and the people below listened with relish.

This is a simple family introduction, and what this storyteller said makes people feel the power of this Mo family organ.

Sure enough, every storyteller in a teahouse will always exaggerate in the afternoon.

Feng Chengcheng and Dongfang Wuya listened to the teahouse for a day, but they didn't hear any useful news. As a last resort, the two had to find a place to settle down first.

At night, when Feng Chengcheng was cultivating, Dongfang Wuya sat on a chair, holding a pen and scribbling on paper by the faint candlelight.

Feng Chengcheng exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Dongfang Wuya who was busy.

She walked over softly and saw that Dongfang Wuya was writing something on a piece of paper.

Then, with so many words, Feng Qingcheng only understood three, Tianji Gate.

"Heavenly Machine Gate?"

Feng Chengcheng muttered softly.

Dongfang Wuya didn't look up, still writing on the paper.

"Well, because Mo Ziqing's footprints are all over the continent, if we want to find his traces, it is completely impossible to rely on the two of us, so ......"

"So you want to create an intelligence base to collect intelligence on the entire continent? In this way, we can grasp Mo Ziqing's whereabouts anytime and anywhere, and this intelligence base is Tianjimen? ”

Feng Chengcheng said everything that Dongfang Wuya wanted to say, Dongfang Wuya smiled, and pulled Feng Tingcheng to sit in his arms.

"Sure enough, you're smart, that's exactly what I thought."

Feng Chengcheng was looking down at what Dongfang Wuya had written. It was immediately understood.

Neither of them was talking, Dongfang Wuya was writing, he didn't stop the pen in his hand, and Feng Chengcheng also watched quietly, without disturbing Dongfang Wuya.

The sky gradually brightened, and Dongfang Wuya finally stopped the pen in his hand.

"Are you planning to take all of these sects into your pocket?"

Feng Chengcheng picked up the piece of paper written by Dongfang Wuya and looked at it.

"That's right, we are only under us for more than two years now, but this Mo Ziqing has no news at all, if we want to create Tianjimen by ourselves, two years is not enough time at all, the mainland is so big, we can only pocket all the intelligence sects on the mainland in a short period of time."