When Jun Moxie returned to the camp, he saw the Killer Supreme Chu Weeping sitting in the tent with a puffed soul, talking to Mei Xue Yanying and others.

Jun Moxie then walked in with a smile: "Yo, isn't this the world-famous Killer Venerable? I heard that you successfully assassinated the Fourth-level Venerable Life and Death Venerable Wei Kongqun, and successfully promoted from the Killer Supreme to the Killer Venerable, this is really gratifying! This is a major event in our killer world, it seems that I have never heard of a Venerable-level master being assassinated, and the assassin can still be unharmed, and the whole body will retreat, your old reputation should be on a higher level, and the world will be brilliant!"

Chu Weeping Soul was made to cry and laugh by the praise of the young master Jun, and scolded with a nose and a face that was not a nose and a face: "Those stupid forks in the Three Holy Lands really me off to death! Saying that they are pigs is an insult to such a simple animal as pigs!"

"You won't blame me anymore, will you?now you know where your black cauldron came from?" Jun Moxie said gloatingly.

"Understood...... Lao Tzu listened to them plant the black cauldron on the roof of the house, and he almost fell from it in anger! Fuck! Such an outrageous thing can happen to me, Lao Tzu is really lucky! Bad luck! Fallen blood mold!" Chu Wai's soul face turned black.

Mei Xueyan and the others were puzzled, and asked one after another, how could they successfully snipe the Venerable-level master with the strength of Chu Wai Soul, but the Venerable of Life and Death Wei Kongqun was really dead, and they were very interested in this amazing change!

So Jun Mo said the whole thing again with emotion, and said that the painting was sè, especially the affirmative meaning in the voices of Wei Kongqun and others at that time, which was imitated vividly, and added oil and sauce.

"Hahahaha......" everyone laughed together, almost angry. Ying Bokong even laughed out of tears, covered his stomach and said: "Lao Chu is really unlucky, he can't say anything good, and all the black cauldrons are still carried by him alone, what is it......"

Chu Weeping Soul raised his head to the sky and made an expression of crying without tears, and everyone laughed so hard that Ying Bokong simply squatted on the ground and couldn't get up.

But seeing Jun Moxie laughing for a while, he showed his skills to spread out the four treasures of the study, brushed and brushed, and the pen walked the dragon and snake, and then he put it into his arms and said, "You guys are busy, I'll go out first." Oh, by the way, before the dawn of the day, everyone went to the Wind and Snow Silver City to gather at Sword Peak and prepare to beat the water dogs!"

"Okay, what are you going to do?" asked Jun unintentionally.

"I'm going to write a war letter. Jun Moxie said in a hurry.

"Wait, show me the war book first. Jun shouted unintentionally. As the commander of the army, how could he not read the war book? Jun Dashuai felt very angry about Jun Moxie's misdeeds.

Jun Moxie blinked, so he had to take it out slowly.

"Why do you want us to arrive before the hour?"

"Uh...... The weather here is so good, and the air is fresh, so it's good to let those guys cool down first, I'm a good person. Jun Moxie said with a smile.

Jun was unintentionally angry and happy by him, and said: "How can there be such a thing? How can a military war be such a child's play? If you take the march seriously and you change the military order of the commander of the army without permission, it is a capital crime, do you know?"

"Oh, third uncle, this is not a real marching battle...... Okay, okay, just listen to me this time. If you really go early, the consequences will be unimaginable. Jun Mo said mysteriously: "The sword peak is about to collapse......"

Everyone was amazed.

Dongfang stood up and said, "Sword Peak is going to collapse?"

"It's true! It's true!" Jun Moxie assured solemnly.

Chu Weeping Soul and Mei Xueyan glanced at each other, and they couldn't help but think of the landslide that happened when they were in that valley...... Don't...... In the midst of everyone's stunned eyes, Jun Mo took the war book with a swish, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving only one sentence in the air: "When it is dawn, I will wait for you on the mountain!

After a while, Jun unintentionally scolded: "This kid is really slippery...... But the words written in the war book ...... It's annoying, isn't it? How can there be such a war book, it's too unstylish......"

The crowd was speechless for a while...... Chu Weeping Soul was thinking about one thing: this sword peak...... It's too much higher and bigger than those two mountains, I don't know if such a mountain peak will crush a Venerable-level figure once it collapses?

...... It's already afternoon.

The atmosphere in Silver City is heavy!

Mo Xiaoyao and Jia Qingyun sat on the main hall relatively speechlessly, both of them with heavy faces.

In the main position of the main hall, there are two sets of Xuanbing coffins. The bodies of the two Venerable Ones lay quietly inside.

Around, there are more than 500 masters of the Three Holy Lands!

This time, the lineup of the three holy lands can be described as unprecedentedly strong, almost one-third of the entire strength!

In other words, except for the Sages, this lineup is already equivalent to the full strength of any of the three holy places!

"Qingyun, this time, or maybe we're in the wrong place. Mo Xiaoyao looked at Wei Kongqun's coffin in a daze, and said slowly. The voice was very desolate.

"The big war is about to start, why did Brother Mo make such ominous words?" Jia Qingyun asked a little strangely.

"Not to mention the moment, since before I set off, I have an extremely ominous premonition in my heart, and I always feel that something big is going to happen this time!" Mo Xiaoyao sighed: "Sure enough, when we first arrived here, we have lost four Venerables before and after, and there is also a Desperate Venerable who has been seriously injured, and he is still bedridden!

"Now, this ominous premonition is getting stronger and stronger!" And the old man's mood is becoming more and more chaotic...... "Mo Xiaoyao sighed slowly: "Could it be that what is going to happen again?"

Jia Qingyun couldn't help but shudder, and then said with a dry smile: "I think Brother Mo is too worried, it must be Brother Wei's death this time, which makes us feel sad about the death of a rabbit and a fox, don't say it's Brother Mo, even the old man is melancholy in his heart." 400 years of penance before and after it was ruined in one fell swoop! Life is impermanent...... It's really visible. ”

Mo Xiaoyao was silent for a long time before he sighed and said, "This is the road of the rivers and lakes...... Once they set foot on this path, they will either be killed or punished by heaven! How many people have been spared since ancient times? How many people have really reached the end of their lives? Even if they are saints...... How many people are there? I already understood this truth hundreds of years ago, and now I repeat the old story, which is really ...... Why bother......"

Jia Qingyun was inexplicably aroused by him, and couldn't help but sigh sullenly, and said slowly: "When this time he avenges Brother Wei and eradicates the confidant of Jun Mo Ye and Venerable Mei of the Jun family, the old man will immediately return to the holy land to live in seclusion, just wait for the battle to seize the sky, and throw this stinky skin bag there at the top of Tianzhu Peak, that is." ”

"Battle for the Heavens...... ...... the top of Tianzhu Peak" Mo Xiaoyao's expression showed a look of apprehension, and said: "The old man suddenly feels that this sentence is so far away when he says it now...... It is out of reach! Exterminate the Jun Family's Jun Mo Xie and Venerable Mei, or it is already a very difficult thing, which is full of dangers, as for avenging Brother Wei...... It's easier said than done!"

"The assassination method of that killer king, you and I were watching it at the time, in all fairness, if that sword was stabbing at me Mo Xiaoyao, my scene would be the same as Wei Kongqun!" Mo Xiaoyao showed a trace of fear on his face: "I don't have any certainty that I can dodge that sword!"

"That sword is really domineering!" Jia Qingyun also showed a look that still palpitated, obviously recalling the demeanor of that sword.

"It's not the sword that's domineering, it's the people! Because you never know where that sword will come from, and that's the most terrifying part! But by the time you know it, it's too late, just like the Weikong group!"

Mo Xiaoyao shook his head slightly: "It is said that we have experienced a hundred battles, but in our life, how can we only fight a hundred battles and a thousand battles?" However, for such a sword, Mo Dao had no countermeasures at that time, and even if it was moment, there was still no means to deal with it. In fact, until this moment, the only way I can think of is still the only way to decompose my body like Brother Wei!"

"But in that case, how will the subsequent sword qi be dealt with?" Mo Xiaoyao shook his head, very distressed.

"Also, who is that person? When did such an earth-shattering killer appear in the world? With the eyes and ears of our three holy lands all over the world, we didn't even know anything about it beforehand! This incident is really too terrifying! In short, the current rivers and lakes seem to have changed, and they are no longer the rivers and lakes that we were once familiar with!" Jia Qingyun sighed and said, "Brother Mo, could it be said that the era that belongs to us has passed......

Mo Xiaoyao was stunned for a long time before he said: "The era that belongs to us has passed? Is it really over......" His voice was very low, as if he was asking himself, and as if he was asking the sky.

At this moment, suddenly a clear voice outside said: "Mo Xiaoyao, get out of the battle book for Lao Tzu!" The voice was extremely clear, echoing leisurely on the top of the silent snow peak, with endless aftertaste, but the content of the voice was vulgar.

Mo Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows, but he didn't get angry, and said quietly: "It turned out to be the killer king who came last time." Dare to ask what you have to say?" he had already heard that the person who spoke was the man in white who had assassinated Wei Kongqun in the morning.

In the face of such an enemy, Mo Xiaoyao would not dare to rashly go out and face it alone even if he had 10,000 more dares...... Weikong group is the best example of the past!

The people belonging to the three holy lands all stood up, Mo Xiaoyao made a gesture of his eyes, Jia Qingyun smiled at Tianyaqu ruthlessly, and his body moved, forming a defensive formation with Mo Xiaoyao to help each other, and everyone was afraid and hateful in their eyes, and walked out silently.

Suddenly, with a sudden sound, a piece of white things flew in, and a wild laugh sounded outside: "Hahaha, I don't dare to come out, so I'll just throw it in for you, the three holy lands...... Hahaha, it's really funny, there's no need to call it the three turtle nests! A group of shrunken turtles are embarrassed to claim to be a holy place, which really makes Lao Tzu laugh and break his belly......"

The laughter faded away, and it was clear that the person who came had gone in an instant.

The white piece fell suddenly, but it was a pair of white silk, on which the words were written with iron and silver hooks.