Chapter 764: Molin City
Dark forest.
It was a stormy day, and the big raindrops hit the leaves, making a continuous sound.
In the messy mountain road.
Two huge dragon horses with pale bodies and strong limbs were running hard. The branches blocking the road were broken one after another, but there was no sound. They rushed forward rapidly all the way to the distance.
On a dragon horse, there was a bloody figure lying on the ground. His face was bloodless, his shoulders were loose, and he was very embarrassed. His left arm was broken at the root, and the white bone was visible.
At this moment, they were not in the mood to treat their injuries. They urged the dragon horses with all their strength and fled to the distance with an anxious look.
"Gee! Gee..."
In the stormy wind, only heavy wind sounds were left.
Running to this point, even the dragon horses known for their endurance were bleeding all over and exhausted. The injured man's dragon horse let out a whine and fell forward fiercely.
"Not good!"
The other man's face changed slightly, and he jumped up in a hurry to catch the man in mid-air. He didn't dare to stay for a moment and continued to flee far away.
But just when he ran a few feet away.
In the dark forest, there was a series of extremely strange laughter, which seemed to be a woman's laughter, full of disdain and ridicule, through the wind and rain, and clearly echoed in the man's ears.
The figure was horrified, looked back, and fled more vigorously.
However, no matter how he fled, the strange laughter always echoed in his ears, and it became clearer and louder.
In the end, his mind was full of this strange laughter.
"Go to hell!"
The figure seemed to collapse completely, as if he realized that the crisis was about to come, and turned around quickly and slapped out with one palm.
The violent true energy was mixed with a strong ghost rhyme, like a giant ink python, roaring ferociously.
The violent wind and rain, the mountain torrents accumulated, and rolled.
Against the backdrop of pale lightning.
In the dark forest, an extremely strange figure suddenly emerged, with a dull face, a strange smile, and wearing bright red clothes.
"Not good!"
The man's pupils shrank sharply, and a fatal crisis condensed behind him, before he turned around.
Puff!
The next moment, it seemed that a black light passed directly through his body.
Bang!
The man and the man in his hand were torn into pieces in an instant, turning into countless pieces of flesh and blood, dyeing the area several feet in radius into scarlet.
In the manic rain curtain, three figures slowly emerged.
The one who gave the fatal blow was a monk wearing a skull gauze hat, holding a ring in his hand: "Mo Jin succeeded, quickly clean up the battlefield."
Although the other two looked unhappy, they still did as they were told, raising a gray-white dust, and all the pieces of flesh, including traces of blood, disappeared one after another, without any residue.
The monk chanted the Sutra of Rebirth. The sound was not peaceful and compassionate, but full of a strange tone, sometimes high and sometimes low, as sharp as a ghost crying.
"It's a pity that if we continue to lurk, we can get more benefits. I didn't expect the elder to choose to take action." One of them said in a deep voice.
"It's better to be safe. The people in Molin City are not vegetarians."
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Molin City.
This is a very distinctive city, located in the central part of Da Zhou, and it is also the core city of the first-class Mogui Sect.
The city wall is as black as ink, depressing and heavy, and the black brick and stone lines are clear.
Inside the city, the houses are staggered, and the black roofs are like pieces of dark clouds, pressing heavily on the white walls. The streets are winding and tortuous, also black and white.
Only the color of the clothes of the pedestrians on the street brings some vitality to this ink city.
Molin City is located in the central part. Although the war has not yet come here, the pedestrians on the street are filled with traces of sorrow between their brows.
City Lord's Mansion
In the black and white hall.
"Bang!"
The black pearwood table was instantly shattered.
"A bunch of ants, how dare they do this, so angry!"
The contemporary Mogui Cult elder, Mo Shan, had a cold face and angrily scolded: "Waste, so many people, can't even catch a few Fusion Realm."
Under the might of the Body Refining Realm, the few Fusion Realm below trembled.
Although Dali and Dazhou were in a truce period, infiltration, assassination and other actions did not stop, stirring up trouble internally.
Just two days ago, several batches of important resources of the Mogui Cult were hijacked halfway through transportation.
Fighting is fighting, and development is development.
We cannot give up development just because of fighting and put all resources into the war.
"Uncle, those people should have been watching for a long time, and it is still impossible to determine whether they are Dali thieves." A young man in black clothes said.
"And the major forces in the city have some small ideas, so it is not impossible for them to interfere."
"My subordinates and others have been tracking all the way, but there is no trace along the way, and the restrictions on the ink gold have also been removed." One of them echoed.
"Sir, why don't you ask for help from the Ghost Seeking Sect?" A triangular-eyed man suggested in a low voice.
Mo Shan glanced at him coldly, his face gloomy: "Those stingy people in the Ghost Seeking Sect only care about money every day."
In this war, some forces were wiped out due to a careless move, while others relied on their own advantages to rise to prominence.
The Ghost Seeking Sect is one of them, relying on its strange tracking ability to make a fortune in the war.
Although it is said that tracking and arresting enemies is mutual assistance, whether or not money is given is proportional to the speed of arrest.
Even directly find an excuse that there is no time to come.
Although it doesn't take much resources to track down a few Qi Condensation Realm, he still feels very unhappy. He is being harmed while others are making a lot of money.
If it weren't for the fact that Xungui Sect had a Refining God in charge, he would have been sent out to die long ago.
Although he feels unhappy, he still has to chase what he should chase. There is no reason to be on guard against thieves for a thousand days.
"Send a message to them." Mo Shan snorted coldly and looked at the young man: "Mo Su, you are responsible for this matter. You must find the murderer behind the scenes. I want them to live a life worse than death."
"Yes." Mo Su nodded.
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Outside Molin City.
In the slightly dark cave, the pale candle brought a faint light.
"At this time, a Qi Condensation senior was suddenly sent here. Is there something big going on above?" A young and beautiful woman in revealing clothes sighed with worry.
"You know, it's not easy for a Qi Refining Realm to pass through the defense line."
The Moon Worship Sect of the Great Zhou Dynasty set up a defense line. When a Qi Refining Realm tries to pass through the defense line, it will issue a warning. Only the Qi Refining Realm with superior camouflage can escape the camouflage.
But in the Great Zhou Realm, you can't show your strength at will, otherwise your position will be exposed.
"It shouldn't be. According to the information I have found out, only we will come here." A monk in a black cassock shook his head, and the bone bracelet in his hand swirled.
The woman came from the Thousand Faces Demon Sect and her name was Shi Qianqian. The monk came from the Endless White Bone Temple and his Dharma name was Jie Nu.
"Didn't you leave any tails in the previous ambush?" Jie Nu asked.
"No, we have never failed in doing things, but they can't leave this place in a short time, otherwise they will be noticed by the Ghost Seeking Sect." Shi Qianqian explained.
"Alas, the lurking mission can make a lot of money, but it is too dangerous."
Due to the differences between the two countries, the resources are also different, resulting in a large difference in prices.
In peacetime, the two countries had trade, but it was mostly common resources. Precious resources were rarely traded, and they were basically self-produced and self-sold.
But now it is different. The arrival of war has also brought opportunities.