Moro Country, Baituo City.

On the official road outside the city gate, a young man in a black tights walked up.

The young man's face is twenty-five or sixteen, and his face is not very handsome, but he has a resolute spirit, which makes people look a different kind of heroic.

The young man's face did not look very good, a little pale, his slightly scattered hair was also messily hanging down his cheeks, and there was a dust on his body, which looked like he had traveled thousands of miles, and there were some vicissitudes.

"Mo Ming, where are you? Are you still alive?"

Mo Sihai muttered in a low voice, since he returned to Tongtian Mountain and saw the huge tomb and stone tablet in Mo Village, as well as the blood-weeping inscription on the stone tablet, he knew that Mo Ming must still be alive, and he had been looking for it.

He didn't stop at Tongtian Mountain, he didn't go to see what caused all this, because there was something terrifying on the top of Tongtian Mountain.

Specifically, he knew that with his current strength, he could not yet understand it, and he could only wait for his own strength to become stronger, so that he could slowly unravel the veil of the source of all this.

He searched all the way, and almost turned the entire land within thousands of miles of Tongtian Mountain upside down, and even secretly killed a number of monks for this purpose, wondering if it was because Mo Ming survived and was found and forcibly captured.

But in the end, Mo Ming still didn't find him, as if Mo Ming no longer existed in this world, and he couldn't find any trace.

If it weren't for the huge tomb and stone tablet that clearly told him that Mo Ming was still alive, Mo Sihai really thought that all the people in Mo Village had died, and only he and Xiao Mo Xin were left.

Subsequently, he traveled all over the Great Xia Kingdom, and finally got a little clue about Mo Ming in the royal family of the Great Xia Kingdom.

The old emperor of the Great Xia Kingdom once said that there was a young man who survived in the Tongtian Mountain and also came to the palace of the Great Xia Kingdom, but was finally taken away by the monks of the Northern Liang Sect.

Mo Sihai turned around and prepared to go to the Northern Liang Sect to look for it, but finally learned that the two monks who took Mo Ming were dead, and the clue was broken here.

It wasn't until he returned to Fang City in Beiliang Mountain again and learned some of Mo Ming's whereabouts that he tracked all the way to Moluo Country and came to Baituo City.

Mo Sihai didn't know if Mo Ming had been here, but since Mo Ming had already come to the Moro Country, he could be sure that Mo Ming must be looking for himself.

And if Mo Ming really came to find himself, he would naturally have to pass through Baituo City, because this place is the only way to go to Luo Jianzong, and after Baituo City, not far from Wanfeng Mountain, there is the mountain gate of Luo Jianzong.

Mo Sihai walked all the way on foot, except for using the teleportation array to travel a long distance, he did not use magic to escape, the power of spiritual sense has been feeling the breath that Mo Ming has left, and at the same time asking all the way.

Entering the city, Mo Sihai searched for inns next to each other, because if Mo Ming really came here, he would definitely need to stay overnight, and each inn had information about the guest officer's accommodation, and he hoped to find some clues.

After all, the world is too big, and finding someone is really like looking for a needle in a haystack, too difficult.

I don't know how long it has been, when I searched most of the inns in Baituo City, I didn't find any trace of Mo Ming.

Mo Sihai smiled wryly, too, if Mo Ming really stayed overnight, he might not be staying at the inn, as soon as Mo Ming thought about it, he had just experienced such an accident, and it was difficult to contact too many people, and Mo Ming might not have silver taels on him.

"Mo Ming, where are you!"

Mo Sihai was calling in his heart, although he knew that this was useless, but he was unwilling, he wanted to see people in life and corpses in death, since he had survived that great terror, how could he find it.

Walking into an inn that was not very large and a little remote, Mo Sihai went straight to the counter to ask if there was any existence of Mo Ming, and also lost some silver taels, so that the shopkeeper could help check if there were any teenagers staying at the inn in the past few months.

After a while, the shopkeeper frowned and threw a thick account book to Mo Sihai to watch.

Mo Sihai immediately showed a trace of excitement on his face, because he saw the word Mo Ming, if there were not so many coincidences in this world that someone happened to have the same name and surname, then this Mo Ming must be his nephew.

I finally got a little bit of information, proving that Mo Ming had indeed been to this place.

Subsequently, Mo Sihai carefully asked the shopkeeper about Mo Ming's information, but in the end it didn't come too much, because the time interval was too long, and the shopkeeper didn't remember what kind of person this Mo Ming was, and even the teenager or the young or the old forgot it.

Mo Sihai shook his head, walked out of the inn, and then jumped up, turning into a streamer and heading straight to the sect of the Luo Sword Sect.

On the way, passing through Wanbao Mountain, Mo Sihai fell to investigate, and then jumped up again, there was no information about this gathering place for scattered cultivation.

But as he reached a small mountain range, he saw several monks fighting in the dense jungle.

An extremely strong teenager fled all the way, with multiple sword wounds on his body, blood soaked in his chest, and he didn't seem to be in very good shape.

Behind the young man, there were three thirteenth-layer Great Perfections in the Qi Condensation Period, and a monk in the early stage of foundation building was in hot pursuit.

Mo Sihai frowned, his figure did not pause, such a scene, he has experienced too much along the way, especially when he was still in Tongtian Mountain, he often saw monks fighting, and he also secretly killed many monks.

However, just as he was about to skip the mountain, he suddenly straightened up, and then looked down sharply at the stout young man.

In his spiritual perception, there was a very familiar aura on the young man's body, the aura was not very strong, but it was extremely obvious.

After thinking about it, Mo Sihai jumped down and stopped directly between the young man and the four monks.

"Hmm, who is Your Excellency, do you want to be nosy?" the only monk in the early stage of foundation building frowned and said in a low voice.

Mo Sihai didn't answer, his eyes were always paying attention to the sturdy young man, and at this time, he could see that the young man was seriously injured and couldn't hold on.

"Senior ......"

The young man's figure stopped, and he naturally saw Mo Sihai, and felt the powerful aura on Mo Sihai's body.

"What's your name?" Mo Sihai asked softly, with no expression on his face.

"Junior Wang, Wang Meng!"

Wang Meng was a little apprehensive, bowed down, and didn't know what Mo Sihai wanted to do, whether he was an accomplice of those people.

"Wang Meng?"

Mo Sihai frowned, he had never heard this name, and he didn't know where the familiar feeling he felt before came from.

"Do you really want to meddle in our affairs?"

Suddenly, the monks in the early stage of foundation building in the rear spoke again, because Mo Sihai's attitude of ignoring them faintly made them feel a little annoyed, and their tone was a little cold.

"Noise!"

Mo Sihai frowned slightly, and didn't turn his head, but waved his big hand behind him, and several sword qi flashed from behind him in an instant, passing through the neck of the dead man with a thunderous momentum.

The next moment, the four of them suddenly opened their eyes, with extreme horror and fear in their eyes, the blood line on their necks was suddenly revealed, several blood pillars spurted out, and their heads rolled down in response, and they were actually killed by those sword qi in an instant.

"Senpai!"

Wang Meng was shocked, and looked at Mo Sihai in shock, this, these four people who didn't have the slightest power to fight back in their own eyes died like this?

Mo Sihai's expression was indifferent, he couldn't see the slightest fluctuation, and he didn't have any emotion at the death of the four people, these four people were really too weak for him.

His brow furrowed all the time, and his spiritual sense probed Wang Meng over and over again, trying to sense the familiar aura he had just discovered.

It's just that the more I try to find it, the deeper the aura is hidden, as if the previous feeling was just a moment of trance and something went wrong.

"Thank you seniors for saving your life, and the juniors are grateful!"

Wang Meng kowtowed, and at this time, if he didn't know what Mo Sihai had done, he would be a disciple of the Hundred Refining Sect.

"No need to be polite, I'm just doing it! Let me ask you, have you ever seen a teenager named Mo Ming, who should be about the same age as you!"

Mo Sihai whispered, at this time, he didn't have any expectations in his heart, because the probability of this was too small, just because he felt the familiar breath, he subconsciously asked.