At the time of their imprisonment, there had been many terrible wars on the mainland, most of which were triggered by the provocation of the Holy See of the Divine Domain.

Originally, the temple Luojia, who didn't care about the world, also had to intervene, and it was precisely because of Luojia's powerful existence that the world became a lot more peaceful, but how could the ambition of the Holy See of the Divine Domain be destroyed?

No one knows exactly what method the Temple Loga used to make the Quartet shake hands for a while, but there is a rumor on the continent that Loga threw an olive branch like the Quartet, and this olive branch was the entrance to the Creation War.

But rumors are rumors after all, and no one would be stupid enough to challenge the majesty of Lorgar, and the highest echelons of those countries would not be able to reveal such an important secret to the general public.

And none of this is what the Sacrifice Society cares about, what he wants to know most now is how powerful his opponent is. In the past, his enemy was just the Holy See, but now he is a behemoth powerful enough to stand up to the rest of the empires.

But the sacrificial corpse will not be discouraged by the strength of the other party, although he knows that the other three empires and Luo Jia will not help him at all, or there is no possibility that the surname will help him, but in addition to these giants, there is an even more terrifying existence hidden on this sharp continent, the steamer.

If he can become the heir of the steamer, not only can he resurrect his grandfather, but under the huge economic strength of the steamer, he may really have a possible surname that is comparable to the Holy See of the Divine Domain.

As the saying goes, there must be brave men under heavy rewards. The money for the steamer is too much to count, as long as it helps, are you afraid that no one will help you?

So another reason why he left Tucheng and left the Red Sea as the first stop was Shama City.

On the first night after leaving Tucheng, the Sacrifice Priest told Mo Xiaoxiang all the circumstances between himself and Leng Wushuang and the enemy they were about to face, in order to let him know exactly what kind of trouble he would encounter if he followed him.

Will Mo Xiaoxiang leave? Will he be afraid? The answer is no.

He has now regained the ability of the Creator, but it must be after the mutation, and he doesn't know how to tell the priest about this, and his caste energy seems to be a special kind, not like the ones he has been exposed to in the academy, so he doesn't know how to tell the priest.

Compared to the sacrifice, he was quite satisfied with this apprentice, no matter what, Mo Xiaoxiang was the first descendant of the new generation of the Xuantian Sword Sect.

The sacrifice can be said to have no reservations about his education, and Mo Xiaoxiang did not live up to the teachings of the sacrifice. It only took half a month to master some basic methods, and I first discovered some of the fur of the Xuantian Nine Swords Cangtian Jin.

From Tucheng to the Red Sea, from Shama City in the Red Sea, this journey can be said to have taken more than a month to sacrifice them. Of course, this is quite fast, if it weren't for Mo Xiaoxiang's presence, I'm afraid that if they were given twice as much time, they might not be able to come to Shama City.

"Master, why don't you leave?" Standing at the gate of the city, the priest couldn't help but shake his head as he looked at the city with a hint of kindness.

After all, five years have passed, and in the minds of the sacrifices and Leng Wushuang, it is like having a big dream in the Spring and Autumn Festival. They couldn't believe that they had been sitting on a grassy slope with nothing for five years.

"What's the matter? You don't want to dump, do you? You think slowly, let's go first!" Leng Wushuang pursed his lips, dropped this sentence with a look of disgust, and pulled Mo Xiaoxiang into the city.

The sacrificial priest didn't think about it at all, but Leng Wushuang's words were full of vinegar, he smiled evilly on his face, and hurriedly caught up with Leng Wushuang.

"What's wrong? Are you jealous? If you're jealous, why don't you just follow the uncle?" Mo Xiaoxiang is a ghost, he turned his back for the first time, covering his ears to show that he didn't hear anything.

But is Leng Wushuang's tofu so delicious? The spear appeared in his hand for the first time, and the tip of the spear was pointed directly at the throat of the sacrificer. Of course, she didn't hurt the priest, she just told him not to joke.

But the priest was frightened, and he hurriedly reincarnated and ran away.

At this moment, a galloping carriage drove in front of him, only to hear the sound of "bang~~", and he crashed into the carriage of the carriage in response.

The coachman was frightened, and he immediately pulled the reins and stopped the horse, which was not ornamentally suitable for ordinary people.

Mo Xiaoxiang was frightened, although the sacrifice and Leng Wushuang both had extraordinary abilities, but this was obviously bumped into by the master himself.

Moreover, the left side of the carriage was directly knocked out of a big hole, and if there was some dignitary sitting in it, it would be troublesome.

Compared to Mo Xiaoxiang's nervousness, Leng Wushuang's face changed from surprise to joy, wasn't the logo on this luxurious black gold-rimmed carriage the logo of the Creator Guild?

In the Shama City Creator Guild, there is only one person who can ride this carriage, and that is the guild's leader, Luffy.

He couldn't be better at the sacrifice, let alone crash his carriage, even if it was dismantled, I'm afraid the other party wouldn't say anything.

"Are you alright, Sir?" said the coachman, hurrying out of the carriage and into the carriage.

"Haha~~Haha~~ Good boy, good boy!" Suddenly such a voice came from the carriage, which made the coachman a little confused, he himself is a man who is about to be forty years old, how can the president call himself a boy?

Just as he was wondering, the door opened from the inside out, and out of it came none other than Luffy himself, who looked much more haggard than before, and had more wrinkles on his forehead.

The person who got out of the car with him was the sacrificial mourner, he covered his somewhat red and swollen forehead, and stared at Leng Wushuang with a little anger.

"These are your friends, aren't they? He beckoned Leng Wushuang, who was standing on the side, and Mo Xiaoxiang to get into the car together.

His carriage, with four people, did not seem crowded at all, or even if two people came up, there would be no problem in the slightest.

The sacrifice did not seem restrained at all, and he immediately introduced his apprentice Mo Xiaoxiang to the president of the Shama City Molders Guild, Luffy. Compared with the ease of the sacrifice, Leng Wushuang and Mo Xiaoxiang were a little nervous.

After all, one is the first time to meet the president of the Creators Guild, such a big person.

And Leng Wushuang was a bit awkward because he was a man's image before, but now he has changed to women's clothing.

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