The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the windows of the tent.

This is a room, but also a prison array, more than a dozen prisoners are trapped in the array, in such a array, all their magical powers cannot be used, the only thing they can do is squint their eyes and look out the window.

Of all these prisoners, there is one man who stands out in particular.

One of the man's red robes was stained and dirty, his long hair and messy beard were mixed together, and his face was hidden under the thick hair, making it difficult to see the real thing.

Of all these prisoners, it was natural to keep their distance from him, and there seemed to be a natural fear of him!

He is Wang Er Mazi, the number two person of the Sequoia Adventure Group.

It can be seen that he is injured, and the injury is very serious. His incessant coughing was often accompanied by coughing up blood, but throughout, his eyes were very attentive, and his waist was straight.

"This is Wang Er Mazi, the dog said, I kindly persuaded him, and he even scolded me!" Lang Yong pointed to the monk on the phantom wall and said to Mo Yan.

All the prisoners in the prison camp can be monitored, and the status of each prisoner can be seen clearly.

"We don't have much time, I think since these people can't be used by me, it's better to just dispose of them!" Lang Yong suggested.

Mo Yan frowned, shook his head, and said, "Let's try again?"

The door of the prison array slowly opened, and all the imprisoned monks subconsciously looked at the door, and the strong light at the door made it difficult for them to open their eyes.

This is not the first time that this door has been opened, and the purpose of opening this door is clear to these imprisoned monks.

They capsized in the gutter and fell into the hands of a group of little kids, which was originally a very annoying and aggrieved thing. Speaking of this defeat, it was completely caused by the light enemy.

Who would have thought that these little boys would be able to predict the prophets and know in advance that they would be attacked?

These guys have set up such a ruthless talisman array in the valley, and outside the talisman array is the Tianluo array, and there are also a hundred spear arrays hidden in the Tianluo array.

Speaking of which, each of these guys' formations is very naïve, but these formations are all united, and they are all unexpected, and everyone did not expect that this battle would encounter such difficulties in advance.

Insufficient preparation for difficulties, miscalculation of the enemy, and the result of which was the total annihilation of the army.

Such a failure made all those who survived regret in their hearts, and at the same time had a strong unwillingness. Each of them had an idea in their minds that if they did it all over again, it would all be completely different!

As adventurers, they know their destiny from the moment they join the industry.

Adventurers live a life of precariousness, exchanging their lives for money, not afraid of the sky, not afraid of the earth, and doing their own thing.

They may be able to turn a new chapter in their lives at any time, and they can also end their lives at any time.

The life of licking blood with a knife head and a head tied to the belt of his trousers makes all adventurers have the pride of adventurers, who look down on those worldly monks, let alone those children of families who embroider their fists and legs and show their fancy.

In the wild, the entire continent of the Southern Continent is their world, they can chop off the heads of the noblest monks in the continent, and they can defy all forces and authority.

It was precisely because of this pride in their hearts that they felt ridiculous for this group of little friars, who wanted to recruit adventurers without knowing the height of the sky. What are they doing? Are they insulting adventurers?

Everyone was already looking at the door with a scrutinizing gaze, and a person came in at the door, and when everyone saw this person, they couldn't help but subconsciously change their eyes.

Everyone is too familiar with Mo Yan!

In the eyes of this group of prisoners, Mo Yan's young and mediocre appearance compared to his calm and terrifying scheming, as well as his unfathomable and profound cultivation, this huge contrast makes people feel weak in their hearts.

It is no exaggeration to say that all of them, the prisoners, were actually defeated at the hands of the young man in front of them.

It's this guy, he's so calm, so focused, so decisive, and his shots are still so clean. This guy just looks like he's just a rune realm level monk, how can he have such a means?

Mo Yan was wearing a white robe today, and with such an outfit, it seemed that he was much more handsome than usual.

He was followed by two golden-clothed monks, Mo Yan entered the door, and immediately the golden-clothed monks behind him arranged the seat for him, and then served tea. Mo Yan sat on the seat with a golden knife, picked up a cup of fragrant tea and savored it.

The steaming tea, the bursts of fragrant fragrance are refreshing, Mo Yan took a sip of the cup, and seemed to enjoy it extraordinarily. And it was at this time that his eyes began to look carefully at these captives in the array.

There were eleven captives, and three of the eleven were seriously wounded, and it looked like they didn't have much to live. The remaining eight people are still available, and if these eight people can be used well, the team should be able to solve the urgent need.

"I don't have a lot of time!" Mo Yan said lightly, "The destination of my trip is Wuling City!

Hehe, it's okay for me to tell you about that now. ”

Mo Yan's eyes flickered, and he slowly spit out the words: "I am the general of Wuling who was sealed by the Marquis of Nanjun, in the chaos of war, I went to Wuling to take over the Wuling tribe, this is my purpose!"

"Ah......h

Many people in the crowd of adventurers exclaimed, the title of General Wuling can indeed give people a great shock. Especially for grassroots people like adventurers, the title of general is enough for them to look up to.

In the southern continent, the natural enemy of adventurers is the army.

The relationship between adventurers and the army is the relationship between officials and bandits, adventurers like to make war money, but at the same time, they are often strangled and swallowed up by the army because of war.

In front of the powerful Emperor [***] team, most of the adventurers are weak.

"This kid turned out to be General Wuling, is there such a young general?" many people wondered in their hearts. And Mo Yan seemed to be able to read their minds, and he had already placed the Wuling General Soldier Fu in front of everyone's eyes.

When it comes to the talisman, it's hard for the average adventurer to tell the real from the fake. But those senior guys know this very well, Mo Yan carefully observed everyone's expressions, and he saw it.

At the moment when he took out the talisman, the faces of at least four people changed greatly.

And among these four people, Wang Er Mazi's face became the fastest, and there was even a glint in his eyes...... The doubts were dispelled, and the atmosphere in the prison camp began to gradually change. Previously, everyone only thought that Mo Yan was a little kid, and everyone was very disapproving of him. Although they were Mo Yan's defeated men, they still had a sense of pride.

But now, when they found out that Mo Yan turned out to be a general, and he was a general of Wuling, this change in identity immediately made them feel that in front of Mo Yan, they had become thieves, and Mo Yan was their natural enemy!

Mo Yan continued to drink tea and no longer dwelled on this topic.

The atmosphere in the room became more and more eerie, stranger and tense at the same time.

At this time, Mo Yan finally moved, he raised his hand gently, and a golden-clothed monk walked up to him with a very bad-looking adventurer.

This guy was seriously injured in the fight, and if he had the conditions to recover, it would take at least a few months to recover. In such an environment, it is a bit unfortunate to be so badly injured.

"What's your name?" Mo Yan asked.

"Luo ...... Luo Fei ......"

"When you come out this time, what other wishes have not been fulfilled?" Mo Yan's tone was flat, as if he was chatting.

The monk named Luo Fei was stunned, his lips twitched, and he said for a long time, "No...... I don't have any more wishes!"

Mo Yan smiled lightly and said, "Very good, die without regrets, it's really good!"

Mo Yan raised his hand, and his thumb suddenly turned into a vine and flew out, and the thick and demonic vine suddenly encircled Luo Fei's neck.

There was no time to call, and there was no time to react, and a living life came to an end.

Luo Fei's eyes bulged out, and his surprise and horror before he died were fully revealed.

Mo Yan was still expressionless, his hand did not retract, and the strange vine did not retract, but continued to wrap around.

Finally...... Luo Fei's body exploded suddenly, the first to explode was his head, his frightened and inexplicable eyes and expression, his unbelievable look, were completely erased in an instant.

Just like a snow sculpture being destroyed, Luo Fei's body was tightened and exploded inch by inch, and finally turned into a puddle of flesh and blood.

In the end, even the flesh and blood were completely devoured by the strange vines!

Devouring a living body, the vines turned from metallic to scarlet, and the scarlet vines twisted and twisted, making people feel even more palpitations and disgust.

The good thing is that it's finally starting to shrink.

He slowly shrunk and retracted, tapering and shortening, completely shrinking back at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Everyone saw it clearly, it was just a thumb, it was one of Mo Yan's thumbs!

Luo Fei is dead!

It's as if he's never been there.

If it weren't for Mo Yan having a conversation with him just now, it would be difficult for people to remember that there was such a person who had come, because now there was no trace of Luo Fei's existence in the entire prison array.

Mo Yan waved his hand again.

A second monk brought it to him.

"What's your name?" Mo Yan asked the same question again, his tone was still as casual and flat...... "I...... I...... I...... That ......"

The person being asked was incoherent, and his eyes that looked at Mo Yan were extremely flickering and frightened.

"Wang Ping!"

The Golden-clad Friar.

Mo Yan nodded, and continued to ask lightly: "You came out this time, do you have any wishes that have not been fulfilled?......

(To be continued)