Chapter 772 Why Do You Force Me?

Xun Yaozi said with an indifferent expression: "I hope fellow Taoist Mo Qing will not make such a mistake again, and don't say that he was unforeseen!"

For a moment, only Chijun and Mo Qing were left.

"Friend Daoist Mo, try to confirm the situation first next time, otherwise, if this continues, it will really destroy the sense of trust." Chi Jun said seriously.

His current mood is not much better. He feels like he is being treated like a monkey. If the relationship between the two families hadn't been good, he would have left long ago.

Mo Qing looked ashamed: "It's my fault."

"Well, be more serious next time. If the sect still has something to do, I will go back first." Chijun patted his shoulder and flew away in a streak of red light.

"Damn it, someone is really targeting the Mo Ghost Sect!" Mo Jing showed a hint of panic in his eyes.

Before, he had doubts about why the enemy did this, but after Chijun gave him some advice, he suddenly figured it out.

That's what the other party wanted him to do, as if he had mobilized troops but failed.

When he completely destroys the sense of trust, the enemy will spread his fangs and swallow the Black Demon Sect in one bite!

"What to do now?" he thought in his mind.

Report this situation?

no.

He has lost trust, and Chi Jun and others may not believe him anymore. Even if they believe him, if the enemy still doesn't take action, it will only make the four of them even more unhappy.

Moreover, they will not live in Mogui Cult for a long time. They can only be thieves for a thousand days, but there is no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days.

Unless the Ghost Searching Sect's Lian Shen is called to thoroughly trace the other party's traces.

But how could the God of Refining, who was so busy with affairs, go to war over a person in the Body Refining Realm?

It's not a good idea to stick to the secret realm. If the other party breaks the secret realm, isn't it the same as catching a turtle in a jar?

"Ms. Rinen, this is forcing me to die!" Mo Jing's eyes turned red, and a sense of resentment arose in his heart.

He didn't want to be an enemy of Da Li, but the other party wanted to kill him. What did he do wrong?

"I just want to live a quiet life, why are you forcing me..."

After thinking for a long time, he finally made up his mind, with a fierce and decisive look in his eyes.

With anger, he returned to the sect.

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Another two months passed.

"Sir, can we close the net?" Shi Qianqian peeled a golden orange and handed it to Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan shook his head and said, "Tonight, I will try it out."

In the past two months, the Mo Gui Cult was tested again, and Chi Jun was the only one who came to support him.

Their plan wasn't very clever, it just happened to be during a war.

If it were normal times, maybe the people who supported him would be able to stay in the Mogui Cult for a few years, but the final plan could only end without any problems.

"I hope it can end soon." Shi Qianqian stuffed the orange into her mouth and thought to herself.

They were afraid that a god of refinement would suddenly come and it would be over.

The night is low and the stars are shining.

A faint light shone in the city of Merlin, and the black and white city looked like a ghost town.

Since Shen Yuan's troubles started, the entire Molin City has been under martial law, and all entertainment venues have been closed, causing widespread resentment among the people.

The secret portal of the Mo Gui Sect is located on Mount Emo in the north of the city.

A black shadow entered Emo Mountain silently, and the formations along the way did not issue any warning.

In the past few months, the Thousand-Faced Demon Sect has not been idle and has obtained a lot of information.

He lurked all the way to the top of the mountain.

The two Qi Fusion Realm guards looked around with sharp eyes.

Shen Yuan walked out openly, and the two guards didn't seem to notice him. Their eyes were clear and they didn't fall into an illusion at all.

He just distorted the vision of the two people and planted his figure out.

Raise your arms and tap lightly in the void.

The fingertip is like a small stone falling into a calm lake, causing invisible ripples.

In this ripple, a looming portal is revealed.

The portal appears in black and white, with strands of ghostly rhyme lingering on it. This is the unique combination of secret realm and ghostly rhyme in Dazhou.

The secret realm was eroded by the strange ghosts and became an area suitable for the warriors of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

However, these ghosts appear to be very peaceful, without the terrifying corrosiveness of the White Walkers, and the danger is not high.

The Blood Sea Pearl opened, and a pale human head was suspended in the air. It was Mo Lin.

Mo Lin suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Shen Yuan. There was endless pain and resentment in his eyes, with no other emotions.

At the moment of Mo Lin's death, Shen Yuan used the secret technique of magic to seal a ray of remnant soul in it to ensure his continuous consciousness.

If it is just an ordinary secret realm, there is no need to go to such trouble, but if you want to sneak into the secret realm of the Black Demon Cult quietly, you need to avoid the inspection of the White Walkers.

This is the most difficult point. To a certain extent, this method is safer than guarding the formation.

Because the formation cannot be on all the time, but the White Walkers do not have this restriction.

Under the hateful eyes, Shen Yuan put his hand on Mo Lin's head, and his own frequency kept changing.

Naturally, there is no need to think too much about the changes in the physical body. It is completed in just three breaths and completely transformed into Mo Lin's appearance. It is mainly the fluctuation of the soul.

Shen Yuan only has his head that has not yet completed the transformation, which is his only weakness. This is why he deliberately kept Mo Lin's head.

The souls began to merge, and the fluctuations gradually calmed down. Although it was impossible to achieve a complete similarity, there should be no problem in hiding the ghosts.

"It should be almost done." A flash of light flashed in Shen Yuan's eyes, holding Mo Lin's head, he resolutely stepped into the portal.

A vast expanse of white.

The pitch-black darkness was like a giant python, wrapped around him, and a pair of pupils like the abyss stared at Shen Yuan, as if testing his identity.

Shen Yuan's heart trembled. Although he was confident in his disguise, the White Walkers were the manifestation of rules, so it was not surprising that they could detect disguises.

If they could really detect it, then the subsequent plans would have to change.

The giant python spit out a pale snake tongue, and for a moment it was impossible to confirm whether Shen Yuan was real or fake.

However, the White Walkers were not human after all, without consciousness, and could only act according to rigid rules. Even if they felt that Shen Yuan was not right, whether it was the body or the soul, they perfectly met the identity of the disciples of the Mo Gui Cult.

Mo Lin's remaining consciousness looked at this scene, his mouth opened wide, as if he wanted to roar unwillingly and issue a warning.

But it was obviously wishful thinking for the remaining head to make a sound.

The white light gradually returned to calm, and the scenery changed drastically. It was no longer the top of Huimo Mountain.

Shen Yuan saw mountains and rivers.

But the strange thing is that these mountains and rivers are not real, but more like a moving ink painting.

The clouds in the sky and the birds flying are all made of black water ink, as if they have their own life, which is quite strange.

All this has been transformed into this after hundreds or even thousands of years of erosion by the White Walkers.

I wonder if the Black Ghost Cult is very confident in its own secret realm and did not arrange anyone to guard it.