The black-clothed men who claimed to be the Blood Sword Gate died, and none of them escaped ascension.

Mo Qing found the villagers who had been driven out and told them that they could go home now, but these people looked at Mo Qing and trembled.

The women and children had taken advantage of this opportunity to flee five miles away, and some sturdy men remained around the village.

The fine iron bow and steel knife that used to be very useful in the past could not bring them the slightest sense of security at this time, and the people who appeared near the village now were not something that they could do with the Orions with mortal iron in their hands.

I heard the elderly Ah Weng in the family say that there was once an immortal in his village, and he did a lot to protect everyone, but then the family came out and left.

I heard that the senior immortal was going to find some people in his village to cultivate immortals together, but it's a pity that his ancestors didn't have an immortal fate and couldn't seize this opportunity, otherwise he and others would still have to suffer today's humiliation?

The young man in front of him, although he had a smile on his face, but these people who had been fighting with wild beasts every day did not even dare to come out of the atmosphere.

Although they were a little far away and didn't see how this person made a move, they clearly knew that the immortals who had occupied their village but were annoyed by looking at them were all dead at this time, and they were still dying miserably.

Those bandits who made them unable to raise the slightest resistance were easily killed by the young man in front of them, let alone them mortals.

Mo Qing looked at these people in front of him, and was slightly silent, originally he had a lot to ask, but now, he didn't know where to start for a while.

After a while, he opened his mouth slightly, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is Uncle Moyun still there?"

No one spoke, and the frightened crowd couldn't help but be a little stunned when they heard Mo Qing ask this sentence.

Seeing that they hesitated, Mo Qing paused and asked, "What about the village chief of Mo Zhan?"

In the crowd, a middle-aged man in his forties changed his face slightly, and hesitated for a while before he said in a trembling voice:

"The ancestor's name is Mo Zhan, but he has passed away decades ago, and the people mentioned by the predecessors are basically people of the same era as the ancestors, and they have all passed away... The villain dared to ask the Immortal Venerable Lord's surname, how could he know the name of the family ancestor?"

"It's all gone...... Mo Qing took a deep breath, and slowly spit it out, his voice muttering a little.

Although I have known for a long time that after so many years, according to their lifespan, they should have passed away, but it has really been confirmed, and I still can't help but feel stunned in my heart.

What is hometown? Hometown is not those cold houses, nor those silent trees, but those lovely and respectable people.

Many years later, after tossing and turning, I returned to my hometown again, facing everything that had long been wrong with people, and I didn't know how to express the sadness in my heart.

Time is a complex thing, the most unforgiving, but also the most affectionate.

It can turn all the beauty into things and people, leaving a full of desolation, and it can also turn a miserable desert into a moving sea of flowers.

While it raises the old, it also brings the joy of new life.

Everyone in Mocun looked at this young man who suddenly fell silent, and they all looked at each other for a while.

At this time, they already understood that the young man in front of them would not want their lives.

, but taking advantage of this opportunity to escape, they didn't have the courage yet, so they had to stand there one by one, apprehensive, and at the same time, a little curious to look at the silent young man.

Looking at the people in front of him, Mo Qing suddenly lost his interest in speaking, and only felt a little tired.

After another moment, he said a little weakly: "Since you are the descendant of the village chief of Mozhan, then I will give you something to protect the village." ”

As he spoke, he took out a silver ring-shaped magic weapon from the storage bag, this was a magic weapon he got in his early years, and the power was not too great, but because it could store mana in it, the next time he used it, he only needed a little guidance to use it, so he left it on his body.

After a little thought, I took it out.

"I'll take a drop of your essence blood, refine it in it, and teach you some formulas, even if you don't have mana, you can barely use it to meet the enemy, but this thing can be used twice at most, if it's not a life-and-death situation, it's best not to use it.

And don't use it for evil, I'll leave a ban in it, and if you use it for evil, you'll definitely die!"

Mo Qing said, and before the middle-aged man could react, he took a drop of his essence blood and started to move.

With his current cultivation and experience in refining weapons, it didn't take too long to arrange such a method.

After handing over the refined ring-shaped magic weapon to the village chief, Mo Qing sent a voice to tell him the secret and method of activation.

Seeing that everyone was still looking into the village with some reluctance, looking like they still wanted to go back, Mo Qing sighed slightly and said:

"Don't go back to the village now, it's too dangerous here, all the people who come here are not something you can provoke, I have something to do here, and I can't always guard your side, for now, you better get out of here first, stay away, and wait until this is over, and then you will come back."

As for the people of the Blood Sword Gate, I will kill them all, and I will not let them seek revenge on you in the future......

It's some money, and you'll have enough to spend it for a while. ”

As he spoke, Mo Qing took out the bun gold ingot and flew in front of the middle-aged man with a somewhat sluggish expression.

These gold ingots were the ones he got on the way to the Ten Thousand Ghost Gate when he left Mocun.

"Immortals... Lord Xianzun, this... It's also too much, and the little people are affected by... I can't stand it. ”

The middle-aged man, whose head was clouded by this sudden encounter, didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only hold the package of gold with both hands, and he was a little stumbling.

Today's experience is so illusory, if he wasn't afraid of making jokes, he would have wanted to slap himself twice to see if he was dreaming again.

In fact, he is not the only one who has this kind of thought, and the rest of the people in Mocun are even worse than him.

Mo Qing shook his head and said, "Take it away, these things are of no use to me now...

Let's hurry up, find a place to settle down, now that the weather is getting colder, those women and children can't help it... Remember, don't come back until it's over......"

"Immortals... Who is Lord Xianzun, and why do you take such good care of these mortals as villains?"

The man held the gold ingot and asked Mo Qing a little stunned.

"Who am I?" Mo Qing muttered, then sighed, laughed a little self-deprecatingly, and said, "It's just a wanderer who has no family......"

The wind blew, stirring his clothes, the slanting grass and trees, the low houses, the familiar and strange scenes, the places that once haunted me, and now that I have returned, those people I want to see, where are you......