"What moth?" Mo Haoning was stunned for a moment, and shook Qiao Xiya's shoulder vigorously, "Xiya, Xiya, wake up, what are you talking about." Qiao Xiya's appearance made Mo Haoning feel scared.

"Weeping Blood Yin Yang Skeleton Moth." Qiao Xiya gradually regained her look, "This is a kind of moth that is said to be born on the banks of the Lethe River, drinking the water of the Lethe River, eating the nectar of the flowers on the other side, and eating the lonely undead on the banks of the Lethe River."

"Since it's the Netherworld, why is it here?" Mo Haoning's eyebrows twisted into pimples.

Qiao Xiya shook her head slightly: "Maybe it's because of the dragon qi of the Imperial Garden and the blood of the Twelve Highnesses that the White Lady has changed......

"Girl, look!" Chunling's voice interrupted Qiao Xiya's words. Everyone looked up and looked in the direction Chunling pointed, only to see that the cocoon, which was heavily wrapped in black smoke and ghost fire, actually shook slightly.

"Click!" The small cracking sound made everyone's tense nerves tremble, and they saw a small crack at the top of the cocoon, and two slender tentacles poked out of the gap. One black, one white.

As the crack widened, a huge moth writhed out of its cocoon and writhed its fat body. It turned its half-black, half-white head, stood at the top of the cocoon, spread a pair of wings, and a clear line unbiased divided the moth into two halves, half black and half white. On the wings spread, there is a half-black skull on the white half, a half-white skull on the black half, and two bright red dots on the eyes on the skull.

It wasn't until the full picture of the moth was displayed in front of everyone that Mo Haoning understood what Qiao Xiya meant by the weeping blood yin and yang skeleton moth.

The moth flapped its wings a few times, rubbed its furry head with its claws, glanced back at Qiao Xiya and the others, and flew towards Jin'an City.

"Chase!" Mo Haoning pulled the reins, grabbed Qiao Xiya, and turned over on the horse.

Su Huaizuo also turned over and rode his horse and followed closely with his subordinates.

Following the flickering moth all the way to a ruined temple in the south of Jin'an City, the moth turned around on the top of the broken temple, fell, and disappeared. By this time, the eastern horizon had already turned white.

This is a dilapidated temple that has been abandoned for a long time, surrounded by abandoned land, and there is no incense in the temple for a long time, and the gods and goddesses enshrined in it are also broken and cannot be seen. Layers of spider silk wrapped in dust like a rag hanging in the corners, windless and automatic. They dismounted and walked to the temple.

Hatsuyun entered the temple first, lit the candle left on the offering table, and as the candle was lit, a looming woman appeared in the halo.

"Beware!" Qiao Xiya exclaimed.

Chu Yun rolled on the spot and returned to the temple gate.

Looking up again, there was a young woman in front of the originally broken fairy, the woman sat cross-legged on a moth as big as a millstone, the moth's two tentacles were still trembling slightly, and a pair of black and round eyes quietly watched the people at the gate of the temple. The woman's skin is like congealed fat, her face is full of spring, her eyes are slightly closed, the corners of her mouth are raised, revealing a smile that seems to be nothing, and her body is draped with a light veil, half of which is as black as ink, and half is as white as snow. A pair of lotus arms rested on his legs, his hands crossed, palms upward, and a half-black, half-white skull floated above the palm.

"Who are you?" Mo Haoning protected Qiao Xiya behind him and asked sharply.

"Hahahaha...... "Silver bell-like laughter came from around the temple roof, "What are you trying to do so fiercely?" When the words fell, the woman in front of the statue opened her eyes, a pair of eyes without eyeballs were scarlet and abnormal, but the smile in her eyes was charming and moving, seducing the soul.

"Demons! Take your life!" Mo Haoning pulled out Su Huaizuo's saber and rushed into the broken temple.

"Whew!" The candle flame was extinguished, and the sword in Mo Haoning's hand didn't know what it had chopped, and there was a golden sound, and Mo Haoning's tiger mouth was numb.

"Beware!" Chunling didn't know what she saw, and looked at the dark temple with a frightened face.

When Chu Yun heard this, he didn't doubt him, jumped up, knocked Mo Haoning down, rolled with the trend, and the master and servant immediately fell out of the temple gate.

Before the two of them could get up, Qiao Xiya only felt a gust of wind rushing towards her face

。 Then there was the sound of bottles and cans shattering.

"Lord Wang." Su Huaizuo handed over a torch that had just been lit. Battle-hardened, his fear turned to anger when he faced these elusive ghosts, and he now wanted to burn the moth to the ground in the simplest way possible.

"Burn me, and your brother Mo Chenyu will die." There was a sneer from the temple.

"Lord Wang, don't listen to that demon's noise, she's stalling for time!" After that, Su Huaizuo grabbed the torch and was about to throw it in.

"General Su, you are in a hurry to burn me, can you not tolerate me or the Twelve Highnesses?" The very charming voice made Mo Haoning shake a little.

"Huaizuo, it's not that I can't trust you, but the life of the twelfth brother is on the verge of death, and I can't ignore it." Mo Haoning pressed the torch in Su Huai's left hand.

"Lord, you...... Alas!" Su Huaizuo was a little helpless, he looked at Mo Haoning, sighed, and put down the torch in his hand.

"What exactly do you want to do when you come to Jin'an City?" Mo Haoning clenched his sword and asked in a deep voice.

"Hahahaha......" The woman in the temple burst into unbridled laughter again, as if Mo Haoning had asked an extremely stupid question. It wasn't until the woman had laughed enough that she stopped and said leisurely, "If it's you, someone wants to give you half of the country, will you come?"

"Half the country?" Mo Haoning chuckled in his heart, "You are raising the Dark Moth in Jin'an City and practicing witchcraft, is it for that half of the country?"

"You know about the Moth." The woman chuckled softly, "It's not easy."

"If you want the country, you can use your witchcraft to rob and rob, and the Twelfth Highness is just a child, and it has nothing to do with the country, why do you torture him like this?" Qiao Xiya felt distressed when she thought of Mo Chenyu's terrible scream.

"You can chase all the way here, it shows that you still have some courage, but you are a child after all." There was a laugh from the temple, "You say I'm hurting, but I'm actually just eating. Isn't it killing a moth if you kill it?"

"Presumptuous!" Mo Haoning heard the woman compare the moth with her younger brother, and immediately became angry, "The high and low, the elder and the young, how can you compare with the prince!" Mo Haoning snatched the torch from Su Huai's left hand, and with a wave of his arm, the torch slid through an arc and landed on the offering table in the temple.