The night of Qin Tian's repair, in different time periods. Three different groups of people are in full swing with various discussions and plans.

The first half of the night.

The Burmese Dynasty, the main altar of the Moro religion, the Great Moro Temple.

The leader of the Moro Sect, with a diamond-shaped face and a mature and steady Jekaiyula, sits on the throne of the Star of Moro in the shape of a unique symbol in the Sect.

With deep eyes, he looked at the more than a dozen priests, bishops, and other core high-level personnel in the sect below.

In Moro, the offices are divided into heads, bishops, capitalists, and priests, in descending order.

Yekaiyula's pursed lips opened, and he asked lightly: "The people who went to the territory of the Eastern Xinjiang County of the Shengwu Dynasty and hid the key of Moro everywhere can send the news back, how is the progress?"

"Tell the Master. One of the bishops replied: "During the day they came back with the news that everything was going well, and if nothing else happened, it is estimated that they will be able to return tomorrow." ”

"Sect Master, please rest assured, this time we have dispatched the four strongest of the eight priests, and they will definitely live up to expectations. ”

"Hmm. Yekaiula nodded, and then asked, "We have robbed the things of the Blue Dragon Sect, and as the four supergiant forces of the Holy Martial Dynasty, they will definitely not stop there." What's going on with the other party now?"

"The spies we planted in Dongjiang County were summoned and said that there was no for the time being. The bishop replied again.

Yekaiyula said, "In any case, we must be careful and vigilant before we open the power of the Great Mora Heaven. ”

"Yes, Master, we know that, and we've already made the arrangements. ”

"That's very good. ”

"In addition, all the preparations for the opening of the power of the Great Mora Heaven, you must all prepare for the Sect by tonight. When the Moro Key arrives, move immediately. ”

"Understood. The bishop replied.

......

At midnight.

Dongjiang County, a certain city, a luxurious mansion, in a large secret room.

There are also a large number of people gathered inside, beggars, beautiful sons, elegant talents and other various characters.

They bowed their heads respectfully and respectfully, facing a young man who was dressed plainly, looked simple, and everything was ordinary and simple to the extreme.

During the day today, here, the simple young man gave them an order to obstruct Qin Tian and the others who had come to the Eastern Frontier to deal with the Moro Sect.

The young man asked them, "How is it going?"

"Moro is hidden in the starry mountains, and the blood of the wedding dress has successfully snatched the Moro key. ”

"Lecheng is hidden by Moro, and the blood of the wedding dress has also successfully snatched the key to Moro. ”

"It's the same with Moro at the waterpan cave. ”

"The same is true of Morozan in the Valley of the Crescent Moon, but ......" The last proclamator was a little slurred.

"Waffle, mercy, life, but what?" the young man immediately asked coldly.

"Please please, sir. Suddenly, three people knelt down with a "pounce" on the young man, and reported: "During the retreat, several of our subordinates were captured alive by the Qinglong Sect. ”

"What?"

The young man's face was as cold as ice, his eyes were murderous, and he suddenly grabbed the three of them with his big hand.

The three people who were kneeling on their knees were exhaled strangely, as if a pair of big hands were invisibly holding their necks, and their feet were lifted in the air.

"Your Excellency...... Spare your life, listen to our explanation. ”

The three of them struggled and begged for mercy in the Void Seed with frightened faces, and hurriedly explained, saying, "The leader of the Green Dragon Sect who went to the Crescent Moon Valley was begging for himself, and we did our best. Rest assured, my lord, the people we brought with us are all dead soldiers, and they will never divulge anything related to us. ”

"Please give us one ...... Opportunity. ”

The three of them were out of breath, their faces turned blue and ugly, and it was extremely difficult for them to speak.

Then the young man looked indifferent.

The three of them looked at the others with pleading eyes, hoping that they would be able to help them and plead for mercy.

But they all turned a blind eye.

"Useless waste, go die. ”

"My lord, no—"

The young man's five fingers catapulted, and three rays of light shot directly into the eyebrows of the three people.

"Puff puff!"

The blood flower bloomed, and a blood hole appeared in the center of the eyebrows of the three people, and the vitality in the eyes quickly disappeared until there was nothing at all.

Later, the young man stretched out his hand, and the bodies of the three flew out upside down, hitting the wall with a "boom" and falling like garbage.

"When you get out, cut off all contact with us from these three useless wastes. The young man rushed to the others in front of him and commanded in an irresistible tone.

"Yes. ”

The young man said, "You must not do anything that the Lord has commanded, even if there is the slightest mistake to complete it satisfactorily." ”

"In addition, how did you deal with the matter of the spies that the Moro Sect had planted in Dongjiang County, as well as the few people who escaped from the Blue Dragon Sect, and the news about begging for their coming?"

One of them replied: "Lord Hui, we have removed all the spies of the Moro Sect, and we have sent a message to the Burmese Dynasty in the way they have contacted, saying that everything is okay here for the time being." As for begging for their own news, we have carried out a complete blockade in Dongjiang County, and we will never pass on half a cent of it until they get the power of the Great Mora Heaven. And the few people who escaped from the Blue Dragon Sect were all killed by us in Dongjiang County. ”

"Hmm. Well done. The rest of the matter depends on their own ability to marry and blood. ”

......

The second half of the night.

Burman Dynasty, Dammam City.

The Moro religion was thirty miles away from the city.

In a large mansion in the middle of the city.

There were six or seven hundred people gathered.

In the Starry Mountains, the palace woman and a group of subordinates who snatched the key to Moro from under the noses of the bamboo pole man were also among them.

"Alright. Now that we have arrived at the entrance of the seven altars and the four Moro keys are also in our possession, we will discuss how to obtain the power of the Great Mora Heaven from the hands of the Moro Sect. The woman in the palace dress said loudly.

There is a shiny bald head, half of his face is tattooed with a cyan hideous tiger, hawk-billed harrier eyes, a man who once appeared in a village in Dongjiang County, said: "I received accurate news, tomorrow begging to lead people to the Burmese Wan Dynasty, how about we take advantage of the fierce battle between their Qinglong Sect and the Moro Sect, waiting for the opportunity to sneak into the forbidden land of the Moro Sect and take away the power of the Great Moro Heaven?"

"I think it's okay. ”

"I agree. ”

"I second. “

“......”

The bald man's proposal was unanimously approved by the six altar owners, including the palace woman.

The woman in the palace costume asked the two altar owners, who seemed to be a husband and wife, "How are your eighteen and nineteen altars prepared here?"

The two said, "Rest assured, everything is under control." ”