"Small hidden in the mountains, big hidden in the city. You kid really know how to find a place! But if you want to go by yourself, why bother taking that thing with you? With that thing with you, you can't run away even if you reach the ends of the earth. Don't you kid understand this?"

A rough man's voice reached Mo Chong's ears. Although I didn't see anyone, and it wasn't a secret technique of sound transmission, the voice of the words was clear, and it was obvious that the person who spoke had an extremely high cultivation, and it was definitely not comparable to himself.

Since the whereabouts have been lost, and others have already found the door, there is no point in hiding. Mo Chong sighed secretly in his heart, floated up from the guest room, and said, "Your Excellency......"

After only saying two words, Mo was stunned. Because he had seen the coming. In the sky above one of the dozen or so rooms away from him, five monks floated. The monk who made such a big commotion didn't come to him. Mo Chong first breathed a sigh of relief, and then showed a look of surprise.

Although the person who came was not looking for him, but under curiosity, Mo Chong naturally couldn't help but glance at a few people, and instantly checked their cultivation. And after a check, Mo Chong unexpectedly found that the five people floating and a middle-aged man sitting motionless in the guest room, the cultivation realm of the six people, he couldn't see it at all.

It was so close, and the other party didn't have the mana. There is only one possibility that this will happen, and that is that the other party's cultivation is much higher than that of the person who investigates, so it will not be detected.

'Cultivation is much higher than himself...... Mo Chong only felt bitter in his mouth, but by coincidence, he was actually involved in the dispute of the Yuanying Monk. Fortunately, the other party doesn't seem to have time to pay attention to others now. I'm going to go now. There's still a chance.

At this time. The other occupants of the guest room had also been alarmed, and those who were able to fly in the air floated up from their rooms to find out. Those cultivators who only cultivated in the Qi cultivation period looked up in panic.

"XXX! Which bastard/egg is outside, actually disturbing the master's good deeds!"

In one of the rooms, a white-faced young man flew out of his room in a rage. Looking at his disheveled appearance, it was obvious that he had put it on in a hurry. The bed in his guest room. There were two frightened-looking women, apparently undressed, who were grabbing the sheets to cover important parts of their bodies.

Mo Chong turned his head and looked. This white-faced young man is actually a monk in the Dan period, no wonder he has such a big tone, and looking at the marks on his clothes, it seems that he belongs to a certain family of immortal cultivators. It seems that he not only cultivates himself to a small success, but also has a very good background. No wonder the temper is so big.

"Hmph, it was Lao Tzu who did it, what do you want?" one of the big men with a bearded face turned his head with some disdain.

"Hmph! It turns out to be you bastards/lambs! Master......

The white-faced young man's face flashed with black energy. It seems that he is about to pounce on himself and teach the speaker a lesson. But take a clear look at the cultivation of the big man who speaks......

In fact, he couldn't see the cultivation of the person who spoke. But. Because he couldn't see it, he immediately guessed that the other party was a Yuan Infant Monk, and he was so frightened that he swallowed back the next half of the sentence, his face was like earth, and he stammered: "It turns out ...... It turned out that several seniors were doing business here......" As he spoke, his hand quietly reached into his arms, as if he wanted to take something out.

"Flutter!"

There was a soft sound, and I don't know which Yuan Infant Cultivator's hand came out, and the white-faced young man's body that had just floated up shook slightly, and there was already a bowl-sized blood hole in his chest. The white-faced young man lowered his head with a pale face, looked at the bloody hole in his chest, and then fell from mid-air with a reluctant face. A mirror-like thing fell out of his arms and fell downwards with his people.

"Flutter!

There was another series of soft noises. There were already several Yuan Infant Stage cultivators as the center, and the surrounding people, whether they were in the foundation building period or the Qi cultivation period, had their chests pierced one after another. Seeing this, Mo Chong's face changed, and he immediately didn't want to take out the Fire Phoenix Sword and block it on his chest.

"Dang!"

That is, as soon as Mo Chong took out the Fire Phoenix Sword, a huge impact came from his chest, and something vaguely hit his body. Fortunately, the hurtful thing has always been aimed at the person's chest, otherwise Mo Chong would not have been able to stop it at all.

"Plop! flutter!"

The sound of light sounds was still endless, and soon, within a radius of several hundred zhang, only a few Yuan Infant Stage Monks and Mo Chong remained. At this time, Mo Chong suddenly found that the nearby streets were silent, and the scene in the distance was even more terrifying. As far as the eye can see, corpses are everywhere. No wonder apart from the people in the inn, no one else came to see the excitement. In order not to leak the news, several Yuan Infant monks had already slaughtered the entire city.

"Whoosh!"

A yellow shadow flashed. A demon beast that looked like a weasel and had shiny fur suddenly appeared in front of Mo Chong. A pair of small eyes like black beans were staring at Mo Chong with a brilliant light. Its two front paws were drenched in blood, and it was not difficult to guess that it was the one who had killed everyone just now.

'Wind Scythe!?'

As soon as Mo Chong saw the little beast in front of him, he immediately thought of a very rare wind-type demon beast that moved quickly. Looking at the eighth-level wind scythe beast in front of him, Mo Chong's heart kept sinking. Dealing with this monster that is equivalent to the late stage of the Jiedan, Mo Chong is still not very sure, not to mention that it obviously belongs to a certain Yuanying monk not far away.

Am I going to die here today!?

"Hey, Yellow Scales. There's a kid who seems to have dodged your Wind Scythe. A white-bearded old man glanced at Mo Chong, and suddenly smiled and spoke to the bearded man.

The bearded man glanced at Mo Chong, snorted with his nose and said, "Hmph, it's just a fluke." What's so strange about it. ”

The white-bearded old man narrowed his eyes and looked Mo Chong up and down a few times, then smiled: "Yellow Scale, if you don't interfere, your Wind Scythe Beast may not be this kid's opponent, right?"

The bearded man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then laughed and said, "Hahahaha! Just by him, he also wants to defeat my Wind Scythe Beast!? Do you want to bet with me?"

"Stop. A clear man's voice came into everyone's ears. It was the middle-aged man who had been sitting in the guest room who had been speaking.

I only heard him sigh lightly, and said, "You are here just for Zixiaozhu." I gave it to you. Why bother to kill more?" his voice was full of magnetism, and when he heard it, he only felt indescribably comfortable. Mo Chong heard the man's words, and his expression couldn't help but be stunned, showing a confused look. The wind scythe beast in front of Mo Chong dissipated the fierce light in his eyes, turning into a soft eye. (To be continued......)