Lu Zhiling didn't seem to care about Mo Shangran's departure, let alone cast his eyes on Mo Shang. He just stood up and said calmly, "That's it."

After finishing speaking, he left without hurriedly, leaving behind a look at each other.

The magic cultivators were shocked and surprised by Mo Shang's actions. The only thing they had in common was that they would not feel the slightest recognition and thanks to Mo Shang for helping Lu Zhiling.

"Mo Shang is afraid that he is crazy, right?!" Someone breathed in and squeezed out a long exclaimed cry, as if exhausting the air in his lungs, "Is this funny, right? Save one. Magic repair—?"

Someone responded, "Either he is crazy or stupid. He doesn't know how good this is to kill Lu Zhiling, right?"

On the contrary, the demons sneered at Mo Shang's actions, thinking that he was not stupid.

"My mind is not clear..."

They were whispering, what a great opportunity, Mo Shang just gave up in vain. The magic way is not the same as the right way. The magic cultivators will not try their best to support the suzerain after he takes the throne. They want to go back and eat the flesh and bones of the people above them at any time.

They are the ferocious wolves who are waiting for the opportunity to challenge the wolf king in the race at any time. They can only suppress them with absolute strength, and they can't fully cultivate them anyway.

They don't care whether it is the right way or the magic way.

Some magic repairers thought that Mo Shang didn't care about the **** teacher's friendship before he helped him? Thinking of this possibility, their faces were distorted.

Hey, what is the past friendship?

Wouldn't it be silly not to take advantage of this opportunity to wipe out the hostile, and to engage in deep friendship? ! They squinted at the leaving figure of Mo Shang, their expressions were indescribable.

When the demons ridiculed and ridiculed the behavior of Mo Shang, they did not anticipate what it meant.

Once the idea of ​​Mo Shang being so stupid as to help the evil spirits is established in their hearts, it itself represents a seed of hint.

He can ignore the barrier between the right way and the magic way, and save people without thinking in front of the two people. Does it mean that in Mo Shang's heart, there is no difference between the right way and the magic way?

In addition, Mo Shang deliberately walked to the position of the upper echelon of the magic road, it is not difficult for the magic cultivators to have this idea-

Mo Shang can be in the right way, can't he also come to their magic way?

Mo Shang had previously assumed the position of acting sect master, and in that respect it also represented his wishes... This could never be because of his spirit of enduring humiliation!

When the magic cultivators subtly recognized Mo Shang's emotions, Zhengdao had no time to take care of them.

They are the leaders who propose to use a large-scale formation to annihilate the living dead and execute them.

The magic way is not suitable for this kind of thing, because they need to lay out large and small interconnected formations in several corners of this world, most of which are located in the mundane world that has fallen into great turmoil.

Obviously, the bad reputation on the magic way is not enough to convince the people of the common world and cooperate.

Who knows if the magic way will rob and kill people under the pretext of formation?

Even Demon Dao can't guarantee that, after all, some chaotic little Demon Sects recruit disciples to kill him first!

On the contrary, the right way is to open the immortal door to select the children of the sect, and it has a very wide reputation in the ordinary world, and no one knows it.

The eyes of the formation have been fixed by Ling Xianzong's current lord Bai Yue using the spirit divination tools left by the old lord-it is a small mortal village.

Coincidentally... Mo Shang's gaze swept over the burnt marks remaining on part of the dirt wall, and there were some gray residues piled up in some places.

This small village happens to be the Wuluo Village after reconstruction on the old site, the hometown of Mo Shang and the real Lu Zhiling.

"Xianchang, the little old man knows, I will do my best to cooperate with you. I just don't know..." The village chief, who was crouching, had a sullen face and a flattering smile. He looked at his old age with a sly look. The mouse's eyes flickered with unexplained light, "I just don't know if this will... hurt the people in our village?"

After Wuluo Village was rebuilt, all the previous villagers died. After their reincarnation, Lu Zhiling only brought some former villagers back to the reconstructed Wuluo Village for resettlement.

It had already changed the person in charge, the charred house was turned into ashes and was buried under the newly built house, and the collapsed village wall was rebuilt once again.

Now Wuluo Village has changed its appearance, unfamiliar and familiar, Mo Shang feels the complex emotions that emerge in his chest after walking on this land again, that belongs to the real Mo Shang.

He was...missing once.

"Don't worry," Bai Yuechao replied the old village chief, "we will definitely ensure your safety."

"That's good, that's good," the old village chief repeated twice. Behind him stood a lot of villagers who came to watch and eavesdrop. "The big guys have heard it! The immortals will definitely protect us. ——"

The little bit of malice that could hardly be captured in the village chief's eyes was looked at by Mo Shang, but he also only smiled and looked very friendly.

During the formation of the formation, Moshang and the others need to constantly input spiritual power into it, so that the formations can establish inexhaustible relationships before they can cover this vast piece of land.

The peripheral formations were handled by capable personnel dispatched by several sects, but Ling Xianzong did not completely relax his mind so easily. Instead, the inner sect disciples and elders also assigned credible candidates to monitor the actions of other sects.

Ling Xianzong's work in this respect can be regarded as dripping water, but as far as Mo Shang's eyes are concerned, there are many shortcomings in this "world network".

Mo Shang and others also need to take care of this most central spot, and it is enough not to leave.

The matter was big, and Li Luoqiong, who had gone to retreat, as a guest of Ling Xianzong, also had to go out to go.

The disciple of Ling Xianzong, who had just started receiving this character, stood tremblingly in front of Li Luoqiong's retreat. The stone door opened without wind, leaning out a bitter cold, the cold air pierced the young monk's lips black, and the spiritual power covering his body was like brittle ice under the cold.

Then, the shivering young monk glared, and his eyes met a certain creature lurking in the ice chamber.

The blood beasts, which looked like bats, were only white, and almost integrated with the frost formed on the rock wall, stood upside down and stared at the young monk.

"!!! How can there be such a monster here!"

They are all white, and look a little holy, but their small blood-red eyes are exactly the reason they are called "blood beasts"——

Blood beasts like cannibalism and have a cruel temperament. Their eyes are a well-made storage container for storing the most essential drop of blood in the body of the "prey" torn and crushed by their sharp mouthparts.

And this blood beast was a realm higher than the young monk.

And in front of him, there were blood beasts that could not be counted at a glance, and their unmechanized eyes were emitting scarlet blood.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...who brought such a large number of blood beasts into Lingxianzong? !

One of the most terrifying habits of blood beasts is... they never die when they hit their prey! Even a mosquito is such a small and vulnerable guy, they will never let go-

It makes people numb like a locust!

At this moment, the young monk completely forgot about the task. The words that he had repeated countless times in his heart made him suffocate a few words: "Li... Ke, Qing."

The second after he shouted out the name, he heard a faint um.

This voice almost made the young monk think it was a hallucination. He was so embarrassed that he was about to run out with his hands and feet, but there was a flash of snow before his eyes?

No, it's Jianguang——

Li Luoqiong, who only wore a thin white inner garment, looked indifferent, and seemed to be confused, appeared in the pervasive cold air.

So many blood beasts were connected into a blood line under his sword light, and a pin-point-sized hole appeared in the center of their skulls. A little dirty blood stuck to the mouth of the hole, like moldy. Red gems.

"Yes." Li Luoqiong said.

The young monk was so shocked that he couldn't say a word, he felt great pressure. When he feared and even resented that these were about to take his life, this one didn't blink and wiped out the threat.

There was more anxiety in his heart... I disturbed Li Keqing's retreat. Wouldn't it really be killed by him?

The beam of sword light that the young monk saw was like the horn of the **** of death, causing him to feel a little illusion. Li Luoqiong wanted to cut not just those blood beasts, he wanted to kill him!

"I do not……"

The young monk uttered and trembled, but Li Luoqiong did not know why he seemed to have insight into his intentions: "Sect Master called me out? I already know."

"What are you still trying to do? Not leaving?" In the shock of the young monk, the murderous **** in white clothes in his eyes seemed to have foreseen the cause and effect, without a trace of anger...

distinct? Is he clearly agitated?

So... talkative? Li Keqing? The young monk thought blankly, feeling that the stone he was pressing on was finally torn down.

He caught a glimpse of Li Luoqiong's eyes with a gloomy look, which was regarded as an illusion because he looked too fast.

With the cultivation of a young monk, he could not hear Li Luoqiong's muttering, and he didn't know the cause and effect. Li Luoqiong would go straight out of the gate so easily to the formation eye because he encountered obstacles in his practice——

He seemed to mutter to himself: "It's almost, what's the difference?"

Li Luoqiong felt that there was still a crucial thing missing in his practice. He muttered to himself and wondered, and at the same time shared his confusion with his "half-length".

His "half body" controlled his body, Dai Li Luoqiong answered the young monk, and proactively said in an invitation: "Go to the front, I will wait for you there."

"Don't you want to fight with me? Maybe the opportunity for your breakthrough is there." Luo Zhifeng said, his eyes were dark and deep.

Soon after, Li Luoqiong arrived as scheduled.

His sudden arrival made Bai Yue feel confident, but when Li Luoqiong proposed to fight Mo Shang closer, even if the young master was bald, he couldn't refuse and break back the idea of ​​a persistent sword repair——

Xiao Xuanqing happened to be among the monks stationed in Wuluo Village. When he discovered that Li Luoqiong was about to fight Mo Shang, his pupils shrank and he couldn't help thinking...

Didn't Li Dazhi want to fight with Lu Zhiling? Why did you suddenly fight with Mo Shang? Isn't their sword repair very specific and persistent? !

He is approaching the truth like never before--

But in the next second, Xiao Xuanqing's thoughts turned into the trench.

Could it be because Li Li thinks Mo Shang is better than Lu Zhiling...? Does he dislike Lu Zhiling? ? But wasn't it a tie between Lu Zhiling and Mo Shang?