Mo Wu looked up at Lin San and asked in a deep voice, "Why did those demon beast guards at the entrance disappear?"

"Ah!?this ......" Lin San rolled his eyes: "Last night was the Ten Thousand Beasts Festival, you should have heard of the Ten Thousand Beasts Festival, it is the most solemn festival of the demon clan, just like our New Year's Day, on the Ten Thousand Beasts Festival, the demon beast guards drank a lot of wine, and finally those demon beast guards were drunk, so I took the opportunity to escape." Lin San made up a set of lies, and his face was not red or panting, as if he was telling the truth.

Mo Wu narrowed his eyes: "Hundreds of demon beast guards are collectively drunk?" Obviously, Mo Wu didn't quite believe what Lin San said.

Lin San crooked his mouth: "What I said is true, if you don't believe it, you can go to the Demon Beast Sea to see it in person." "Lin San didn't dare to go to the Demon Beast Sea to check on the situation of those guards, so he dared to be so confident.

"You come back to Yang City with me, if you have anything to say to the city lord in person. Seeing that Lin San was so uncooperative, Mo Wu had no choice but to escort Lin San back to Yang City and hand it over to the city lord to deal with personally.

"Go to Yangcheng?" Lin San frowned.

"Please forgive me, you came out of the Demon Beast Sea for no reason, your deeds are too suspicious, you must be sent to Yangcheng and interrogated by the city lord personally. After Mo Wu finished speaking, he waved his hand lightly. The men around him suddenly slowly surrounded Lin San.

"Okay, I'll go to Yangcheng. In line with the principle that heroes don't suffer immediate losses, Lin San could only agree.

"You are here to be guarded, and I will go back as soon as I go. Mo Wu confessed a few words, and then led a group of subordinates to "escort" Lin San to fly in the direction of Chaoyang City.

On the road.

Lin San looked at the men around him, his face was very ugly, did he really want to see the city lord of Yang City? No, he couldn't go to see the city lord of Yang City, he was now the number one "wanted criminal" in the Demon Beast Sea, in case the city lord of Yang City was a timid and scared guy, he would definitely catch himself, and then hand it over to the Xuan Tortoise Clan or the Jiaolong Clan, thinking of this, Lin San's eyes began to scan around, looking for an opportunity to get out.

After the time of a stick of incense.

Mo Wu and Lin San and his party came to the gate of Yangcheng.

"Ahh

"What's wrong with you?" Mo Wu was stunned.

"I ...... My chest hurts so much......" Lin San said tremblingly.

Mo Wu bent down, reached out and pressed Lin San's chest, and slowly injected a mana: "You hold on for a while, and when you enter Yang City, I'll ask a doctor for you to take a look...... Ahh

"Let go of the ink pipe!" Mo Wu's subordinates suddenly roared.

"Hmph!" Lin San snorted coldly: "If you dare to shout again, I will immediately kill Mo Wu!" As he spoke, Lin San waved his backhand, and the Wind Chasing Sword cut a scar on Mo Wu's face, and blood suddenly gushed out.

"Ahh

Lin San turned his head to look at Mowu's group of subordinates: "All of them give me ten zhang back!" This group of Mowu's subordinates are all cultivators of the Jindan period, each of them is holding a sword in their hands, and the strange thing is that these swords are all the same shape and size, faintly exuding a cold aura.

A group of Mo Wu's subordinates slowly retreated to the back.

Originally, Lin San planned to forcibly break through the encirclement of Mo Wu and others and escape, but after thinking about it carefully, it was not safe, in case he was trapped by Mo Wu and others, the danger would be great, and after thinking about it, Lin San finally came up with an insidious plan to "hold Mo Wu hostage".

"When I'm out of danger, I'll put Mowu back. As soon as the words fell, Lin San grabbed Mo Wu and flew away.

A day later.

Lin San and Mo Wu came to a desolate grassland.

"Knock!" Lin San casually threw the haggard Mowu on the ground: "You can go back." ”

Mo Wu struggled to get up from the ground: "I won't let you go." ”

Lin San's face was cold: "Do you really want me to kill you!"

Mo Wu's body trembled, he didn't dare to speak anymore, turned around, and stumbled away.

After Mo Wu's figure disappeared, Lin San flew towards the east.

......

Sea of Demon Beasts.

In a large hall under the sea.

The palace master of the Cold Ice Palace, Shi Hai Old Demon, sat on a chair, holding a white bead in his hand, and played with it carefully.

On the opposite side of the old demon of Shihai, there are the lord of the Xuangui clan, Ao Hai of the Jiaolong clan, and the bald old man of the crocodile clan.

"Smack!" The bald old man slammed the table: "I'm so angry, hundreds of Jindan stage guards were all killed overnight! This is simply a great shame for our demon clan!"

The news of the tragic death of hundreds of demon beast guards at the entrance of the Demon Beast Sea has reached the ears of the bald old man, the lord of the Xuan Turtle Clan, Ao Hai and the old demon of the Shihai Sea.

The face of the lord of the Xuan Turtle Clan was also gloomy and terrifying, and he also suffered a lot this time, especially the loss of his right-hand man Bai Qing, which made his heart ache.

"Who has the ability to kill hundreds of Jindan stage guards overnight?" Ao Hai said in a deep voice.

"Hmph, do you still need to guess this? It must have been done by the Terrans!" the bald old man snorted coldly.

"That's right, this matter must have something to do with the Terrans!" The Lord of the Xuan Turtle Clan stood up and said in a cold voice: "I propose that our clans unite to jointly crusade against the Terrans and avenge the dead guards!"

Ao Hai nodded: "Over the years, how many of our compatriots have the Terrans killed? It's time to collect debts!"

The Lord of the Xuan Turtle Clan raised his head and looked at the old demon of Shi Hai opposite: "Brother Shi Hai, do you agree with my proposal?"

The old demon of Shihai nodded: "I have no opinion." ”

"Okay! Now that we've reached a consensus, let's discuss offensive countermeasures. The Lord of the Xuan Turtle Clan said.

Next, a few old guys gathered around to discuss the strategy of attacking the Terrans.

At that moment, two guards suddenly walked in outside, one of them with a haggard face and scars all over his body.

"What's going on?" the old demon of Shihai looked at the two guards opposite him suspiciously.

"Poof!" the scarred guard suddenly fell to his knees and began to cry.

The old demon of Shihai was stunned, and he didn't understand why this guard was crying? Could it be that he was scared by himself?

"What are you crying about, hurry up and tell me what's going on!" the bald old man snorted softly.

The scarred guard stretched out his hand to wipe his tears: "I am a guard guarding the entrance of the Demon Beast Sea, last night was the Ten Thousand Beasts Day, everyone gathered together to celebrate, who knew that while drinking, we were suddenly poisoned, and then the leader of Bai Qing suddenly jumped up and slaughtered us frantically......"

"What are you talking about!?" The Lord of the Xuan Turtle Clan stared closely at the scarred guards, and his eyes exuded a strong murderous aura: "You said that Bai Qing killed all the guards?!"