At the end of the Qingzhou accident ten years ago, although the white-robed old Taoist had not witnessed it with his own eyes, Mo Wunian's appearance was recorded by people with magic techniques after that day, and it was well known to the high-level leaders of various sects.

He naturally recognized him, and also knew that he was an outcast of the first sect in Qingzhou, the Phantom Night Sect. But...... It's just an outcast, is it worthy of the attention of the high-level of the various sects in Qingzhou?

Because he didn't see with his own eyes how the accident ended, he didn't dare to draw conclusions about many things based on the words he heard, especially in the secret passage, he had also heard that this was related to the gods and worshippers, and the end of the accident was related to Mo Wunian.

Mo Wunian didn't intend to reply to his words, he didn't look at him, he turned around and Wu Mu was about to leave.

The people in Pingchuan County have been evacuated by them, and there is nothing to worry about, and it is almost impossible for the white-robed old Taoist to keep him and Wu Mu.

When Xiu Wei was still alive, he used spirit stones to carve a few legends that he could carry with him, in case of accidents.

The white-robed old man was still thinking about things.

Several monks who came with him talked and laughed, and they already talked about the human resources of the people of Pingchuan County:

"Miao Daoyou, I heard that Luoshan pot hot pot is delicious, so I hid it in a few chefs, is this no problem?"

"Brother Gu, you're a little unauthentic...... But it's just a few people! It's not a big deal! I still want to keep a few mortal Meiji!hahaha......"

"The two brothers have spoken, and the little sister can leave a few who can make rouge gouache. ”

Several fairy-like characters talked and laughed, each of them was elegant, but they were all comfortable.

But when they released their spiritual senses, they found that the city was empty, and the expressions on their faces suddenly darkened.

Originally, they were also in their respective sects, and they were summoned by a messenger from the white-robed old way, and they originally thought that the matter of letting mortals mine the spiritual veins had been arranged, because this matter itself was the responsibility of the white-robed old Taoist's Taiyun Gate.

Now it seems that they were summoned because of a great change.

Then everything they talk about becomes a picture cake to satisfy their hunger, how can they be happy?

Looking at Mo Wunian and Wu Mu who were leaving, they noticed that there was still a little aura of cultivation left in the air, and they could also connect the affairs of no one in the city with Mo Wunian and them with a slight guess.

But seeing that the white-robed old man was deep in thought, and did not speak, no matter how turbulent and windy their mood was...... I had to press it to calm down.

After all, the meaning of the old way is also the meaning of Taiyunmen.

Ma Xiaoliu didn't go with the people for the first time, and the words of those bigwigs who were high in the sect on weekdays also poured a clear understanding in his ears.

In their words, the familiar and living neighbors of Ma Xiaoliu's hometown were like goods that were arbitrarily decided to stay...... He felt very ironic, how could this group of people still have any fairy wind bones, and they were not much different from those people in the market.

What's even more ironic is that the righteous ideas he believes in were also indirectly taught to him by them!

He was so angry and angry that his fingernails were sunk into the flesh with a pair of young curls.

The white-robed old Dao's concerns would not be as simple as the few other cultivators around him......

Looking at their tense appearance, I'm afraid that if it weren't for the Taiyun Gate behind him, Mo Wunian and Wu Mu would have killed him!

But since he knew the mystery about Mo Wunian, he would not jump to conclusions about uncertain things, let alone put them into action.

He can personally take risks if he is not sure, but he has to think carefully about taking the sect. It's hard to get involved in the Phantom Night Sect...... If the news of this enslavement of mortals and mining spirit stones is exposed, it will be the catastrophe of their Taiyun Gate.

"Wen Daoyou...... What should I do about this?" The friar beside him asked softly tentatively.

"Just let them go, and you don't have to worry about this matter anymore!"

"This ......"

The white-robed old man spoke calmly and decided whether Mo Wunian would go or stay, revealing a very strong and unquestionable taste, and the other few people opened their mouths slightly and didn't say anything more.

"It's just a small Pingchuan County, and after a while, I will arrange such a place, when it is time to ask someone to mine the spiritual vein, there will naturally be no one less!" he added, speaking plainly, but also full of vigor and decisiveness!

also looked at his flat eyes, but the deepest part of his cloudy eyes was as vicious as a poisonous snake.

As a poisonous snake, it will not bite people openly, but secretly release venom to slowly torture people to death.

So three days later, he asked several other sects to release a message outside, and after Feng Pingxuan was killed by the Demon Dao in Pingchuan County, all the people in the city were slaughtered by the Demon Dao.

He wasn't afraid that the people of Pingchuan County who had escaped would say something more......

There are more than 100,000 people in a city, which looks like a lot, but in Qingzhou, it is like throwing a stone into a bottomless stream.

As for the portrait of the Demon Dao monk, he also directly used the portraits of Mo Wunian and Wu Mu, and with some of the illusions he faked, the entire Qingzhou actually believed in this matter.

But a more important and main reason -- it was Taiyunmen who released the news! No one would not believe the words of a righteous and righteous person.

For a time, Qingzhou was in turmoil, and a large number of new righteous people sprung up.

Strangely, the disciples of the truly great sects were unusually peaceful, and they could not hear the slightest harmony from them about the righteous path.

......

"How many?" In another small county town in Luoshan Kingdom, Xiao Sanzhu was about to pick up a piece of mutton brushed in the hot pot and put it in his mouth, but he squinted and saw a corpse at Wu Mu's feet outside the restaurant.

A chill ran down his spine, and his hand trembled and slices of mutton fell to the ground. He remembered correctly, it was the thirty-seventh person who had died at her hands this month.

Watching her smile heartlessly and brightly, but killing people is as ordinary as eating and drinking.

Because Mo Wunian couldn't use his cultivation, their foot strength was naturally too slow, and in five months, they hadn't even walked out of Luo Shanguo.

During this period, there were many people who, in the name of "doing the right thing for heaven", shouted and killed when they saw Mo Wunian and Wu Mu!

And Mo Wunian already knew about this matter, and knew that it was inseparable from the white-robed veteran. However, his face was still indifferent for thousands of years, and he didn't care what kind of situation he was, and he slowly picked up a piece of brushed mutton with chopsticks and sent it to his mouth.

And he felt that the old Taoist made such a move, which seemed to be yin and clever, but in fact it was extremely stupid.