The white-robed man struggled to get up from the rain, and he was severely injured without even seeing his opponent. This made him, who had always been a little obsessed with his strength, a little hard to believe, and he forced his seriously injured body to look at the temple. At this time, because of the extremely strong sword qi just now, the temple gate has been completely destroyed.

Through the broken temple gate, the white-robed general saw an extremely terrifying momentum burst out from the body of a white-robed little Taoist. The sword aura was like a rainbow, and under the gorgeous shadow of the sword, his subordinates were knocked away one after another. At this time, a few people happened to fall at his feet, and the white-robed general found that they were all killed with one blow. Bright red blood poured from the chests of the Praetorian Guards, mixed with the rain that stained large swaths of the land red.

The white-robed general couldn't believe his eyes, he couldn't understand why so many of his people could be defeated with just one face, and they were so miserable and completely defeated. And it was none other than the most wanted criminal, "Mosan", whom he considered the least threatening.

The white-robed man's heart was full of anger and unwillingness. Originally, as long as he completed this mission, he could be promoted to the rank of captain of Zhaoxin, and from now on, he could lead troops to fight and no longer have to take care of the homes of the powerful. Unexpectedly, it was this last shift that made his life take a turn.

In fact, from the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to meet Mo Sang. On the one hand, he also hated Concubine Hua's control of the government and sympathized with Mo Sang's plight, on the other hand, he didn't want to rely on this kind of luck to gain fame. As a powerful general, he does not allow any mismatch between his status and his strength.

However, all this seemed to be beyond his expectations, and the scholar he thought he could easily pinched on his hands burst out with unimaginable strength, and he couldn't help muttering: Is this still the scholar I knew? Why can he burst out with such amazing strength after not seeing him in just a few days? Could it be that he had hidden his strength before? Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!

Although the white-robed general had doubts in his heart, he analyzed it from the power of the two sword moves that Mo Sang had just used. The young man in front of him has reached a level equal to or even surpassed him, and no matter how unwilling he is to admit this kind of thing in his heart, he can't deny this fact.

The perennial birth and death made him lose the contempt that arrogant and impetuous aristocratic warriors often have, and his expression became solemn. If he hadn't been injured, he might have been able to win with experience, but now that he is seriously injured, how can he deal with the predicament in front of him?

Mo Sang perfectly swept the autumn leaves again, and the effect made him very satisfied. Although the remaining dozen or so Praetorian Guards were not all killed by him, he killed eight people on the spot, and the rest were seriously injured. At this time, serious injuries and death are almost the same, after all, those people are just ordinary sergeants, and serious injuries without strong internal support are equivalent to losing the ability to fight. Then the only person who can be called a threat at the moment is the white-robed general in the rain, although he is seriously injured, he has not lost his combat effectiveness, and he still has the strength to fight against Mo San.

Mo Sang didn't make a move immediately, and the true qi in his body was also a little chaotic at this time, and the inner breath of Xuanzong Zhengfa was mixed with the energy released by Neidan and wandered in the meridians together. Although these energies can be used by Mo Sang, they are not his own after all, and they are naturally not so handy to use. He was going to adjust a little and try to defeat the white-robed man in the best possible condition.

Mo Sang slowly walked to the front of the temple, his eyes fixed on the white-robed general who was still standing in the rain curtain.

"I'll just ask you two questions, and if you answer, I'll give you a decent death. ”

The white-robed man was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect that scholar to be so vicious. If you don't start, it's enough, and if you shoot, you're going to kill them all.

"You're a respectable opponent, you ask. I'll answer you truthfully, but it's not clear who will kill the deer in the end. Consider it your last wish. ”

The white-robed man didn't want to weaken Mo Sang in terms of momentum, but no matter how cruel he said, he was still dead in his heart.

"You chased me that day, and what happened to Xiao Yu'er, who was pursued by you later?"

The white-robed man replied after a moment's thought.

"You mean the little fox?"

The white-robed man saw Mo Shan nod affirmatively, and then replied.

"That little fox was lucky, we were going to kill her outright. You should know that the identity of a fox demon like it will definitely be killed when we meet it, so as not to leave a curse.

But in the end, we couldn't get it, and a master stepped in to save it. That person was supposed to be an immortal master, and when we saw that she was a cultivator, we sold her a favor. ”

Mo Sang heard that the white-robed man's tone was a little firm, not like a lie. After getting the answer, he was finally relieved, Xiao Yu'er has always been a hysteria in his heart. She is different from Ling'er, and Mo Sang is able to accept Ling'er and his weal and woe because they are lovers. But Xiao Yu'er didn't owe him much, and she also gave him her most precious inner dan. This made Mo Sang always feel that he owed her a lot in his heart.

There are very few alien cultivators of fox demons or other beasts who have cultivated to perfection, and these aliens are not recognized by those who are human cultivators who have healed themselves to the true path, and they even feel that the cultivation of these beasts is an insult to the path of cultivation. Therefore, there are often some practitioners in the human world who claim to be people on the righteous path who slaughter those different cultivators and take their cultivation as a way for their own cultivation, and they shamelessly call themselves exorcists.

Moissan, who did not have those ideas, believed that all life is created equal. No one should arbitrarily deprive another sapient being of their life, and when they take on human form, they should be treated as human beings, and they should not be treated or discriminated against in that different way.

The little fox may be because of Mo San's innocence and kindness that makes her desperate to repay Mo San, Mo San doesn't know this, he just treats and is grateful to Xiao Yu'er as a real human being.

Mo Sang learned the news of the little Yu'er, and felt a little comfort in his heart.

"The second question is, what happened to Qi Ling'er, who had a big fight with me in front of the palace that day?"

The white-robed man replied.

"That little girl was a little miserable, and she was later subdued by the national teacher. I heard that he was being held under Ningguta, but I don't know what happened. However, the national teacher seems to care about you very much, even if you have escaped for so long, he has not given up on catching you. ”

When Mo Sang heard the white-robed man say that Ling'er was imprisoned under the Ninggu Tower, his heart was half cold. The Naning Ancient Pagoda is a forbidden place in Xiangguo Temple, and it is said to be used to suppress some practitioners who endanger the imperial court. It is said that the Ninggu Pagoda once imprisoned an immortal-level cultivator! And it is guarded by a high-ranking monk all the year round, and it is extremely difficult to enter it, and it is even more difficult to reach the sky if you want to rescue people from it.