Chapter 573: The Hidden Place (2) (Page 1/1)

After that, Mo Chen chatted with the hunchback old Taoist for a while, and learned that this kind of ritual of the Wu family seemed to be a tradition, there was no blood sacrifice, but every time some strange messy things would be offered.

For example, one year you need 69 young bamboo shoots that have just sprouted today.

There are also thirty-six swords of various colors, made of extraterrestrial meteoric iron, and fruit wine soaked in lion liners for six years.

All kinds of strange and messy ritual items, even if you look at it in the ink dust, you can't see the law of sacrifice that this 'god' needs to sacrifice at all.

But after each ceremony, a small number of people in the Wu family will obviously emerge with a few geniuses with strong spiritual roots, which will support the entire Wu family.

Therefore, the Wu family continued to sacrifice every year in order to appease this 'god', and it was better to consolidate their power in Luoxia County and gain stronger strength before they used their family savings to satisfy this 'god'.

All this made Mo Chen happy to hear.

This so-called 'god' is very much in line with the characteristics of 'greed'.

It's just that the territory of the territory for sealing several evil thoughts is extremely vague, and there is no specific location, and Mo Chen can only guess one or two by relying on some information he has obtained.

And the strange things that happened in the Wu family, this sacrificial custom, can provide him with information.

Just thinking about this, a group of monks wearing chain mail and swords suddenly entered outside the restaurant.

"Ouch, Lord of the Castle...... It's all our fault, we didn't deal with the idlers and so on, so that your child was frightened......" Shopkeeper Wang immediately took a group of Xiao Ercheng with a group of small people who were terrified, trembling all over, and immediately knelt on the ground.

Mo Chen saw that among the crowd, several middle-aged men with rich faces and wide bodies walked in the middle, and the first to take the lead was a man with a face that was seven points similar to Wu Ruolin.

According to the words of the king's shopkeeper, it is the county city lord's mansion, and the people of the Wu family have arrived.

City Lord Wu stretched out his hand, and the few people behind him immediately lifted up a tightly packed wooden box.

"I've already brought the red jade Linglong Ding, this thing is just a drag on our Wu family now. Ladies and gentlemen, please take care of yourself. As soon as he entered the door, the middle-aged man clasped his hands into fists and bowed to a few people in the restaurant.

"The Wu family really doesn't want Xiaoding?" Mo Chen was stunned, he thought that things would not be so simple, but he didn't expect that the Wu family had already made their own decision.

After the middle-aged man who took the lead in the Wu family finished speaking, he bowed to Mo Chen from afar, as if to thank him for helping his son, and then led people to turn around and leave, without dragging their feet.

Mo Chen was not interested in this red jade exquisite tripod, and he got up and prepared to leave without looking at it.

"This little brother, if you don't dislike it, you can come to the Mo family to find the old man in your free time, and you may be able to mediate the affairs of the Thousand Eagle Sect. The voice of the old hunchback came from behind him.

"Thank you. Mo Chen smiled and glanced at Bai Zihua, this guy trembled, and could only follow up with confusion and grievances.

The two walked out of the restaurant together, and Bai Zihua followed Mochen from afar.

They walked slowly in the direction of the Wu family that they had heard before.

After a few days of heavy snowfall on the street, there was still a thick layer of snow at this time, but fortunately, the heavy snow has gradually decreased, so that Mochen no longer has to walk with that hat.

It's just that Mo Chen led Bai Zihua not long ago, and he saw two powerful white-haired old men standing at the end of the street not far away.

The two old men were so strong that they were not like words, their arms alone were the thickness of ordinary people's thighs, and they also wore a tight-fitting silver wire chain mail, which showed the explosive power of their flesh even more.

"Young Gang Master, are you okay?" The old man on the left looked at the white painting behind Mo Chen with worried eyes, and stepped forward and asked aloud.

When Bai Zihua was caught and beaten by Mo Chen, several of Bai Zihua's subordinates had already taken advantage of the chaos to escape.

Some of them were really frightened and ran around, and some of them knew that they were no match and hurried back to the Thousand Vulture Sect to move the rescuers.

After all, if something happens to the young gang master, their group of little brothers will definitely suffer.

Bai Zihua looked at the second elder, opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but he didn't dare to speak, so he could only grit his teeth and stare at Mochen's back.

The two old men are among the strongest in the Thousand Eagle Sect, and among the many elders in the faction, their strength ranks fourth and fifth, and they usually behave in the world and have no shelf, so the disciples in the door gave their second elders a nickname, the fourth master and the fifth master.

These two old men have not held weapons for hundreds of years, and they have refined a boxing technique, and when they use it, they cooperate with each other, and they can exert twelve points of power to deter all the young.

And their appearance here at this time obviously means that the follow-up rescue disciples of the Thousand Eagle Sect are not far away.

"Second old man, be careful, this person is weird!" Bai Zihua couldn't help but remind loudly.

Mo Chen looked at the two old men rather boredly. The merit in their bodies is quite solid, and their qi and blood are also surging, but that is only for low-level cultivators.

But this kind of strength is too big a gap compared to ink dust.

"Young man, calm down, if you directly let go of the young gang master now, everything will be fine, otherwise when all the monks of my sect arrive......" The fifth master persuaded in a deep voice.

The two of them didn't see anything strange about Mo Chen at all, but they looked similar to ordinary people, that is, they were a little more vigorous.

But the more this is the case, the more jealous the two of them are of ink dust, and they can beat Bai Zihua, who has already stepped into the realm of Jindan, without even the strength to fight back, which is by no means something that ordinary people can do.

"Dare to ask this fellow Daoist...... What sect and sect did you study from?" the fourth master observed for a while, and finally saw that something was wrong.

He found that Mo Chen was just standing quietly in place, motionless, and the momentum that could be revealed from Mo Chen's body had a feeling of being above everyone.

It's weird, even if he has seen the Thousand Vulture Sect, or even some other powerful monks who are lucky enough to see it, he has never had it.

This feeling made his heart ring, and his hairs stood on end.

He had a faint thought: as long as he made a move, he would definitely die!

"If you don't fight, I'll leave first, your young gang leader will be fine, I'll teach her to return it to you, and ensure that the strength is several times stronger than now, don't worry." Mo Chen's tone was calm, as if he was talking to a friend, for his current cultivation in the Spiritual Light Realm, the two monks in front of him were not even children.

The fourth master just wanted to speak, but he was glared at by Mo Chen, and his whole body trembled violently involuntarily, and a chill rushed to the top of his head, and he couldn't make a sound for a while.

The fifth master showed a look of surprise on his face, he knew that his brother had always been quite sensitive and intuitive, so he simply didn't speak.

Mo Chen glanced at the two of them, clasped his fists at them, and then calmly turned and walked into the distance.

"Keep up. Mo Chen simply said to Bai Zihua.

Bai Zihua stared at the two elders in his sect, with some expectations.

But in response, it was the fourth master who nodded slowly.

She knew the level of skill of these two in the Thousand Eagle Sect, and now she didn't even dare to move these two, what is the origin of this inexplicable cheap master!?

She regretted her wayward escape this time.

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