"You think it's not worth it, right?" Xie Wensheng raised his head and looked at him.

"It's just a bold question. Please don't blame me, sir." The iron-faced official lowered his head slightly.

Xie Wensheng did not mean to blame, but said in a deep voice: "Since Mo Jian was born in Jianghu, there have been five sword masters. But if you want to ask what outstanding achievements Mo Jian has had in Jianghu, what have he killed?

Man, even Tianji Pavilion doesn’t have any record of this, do you know why?”

The iron-faced official was stunned: "Why."

"It's just because Mo Jian killed all immortals." Xie Wensheng continued quietly, "Now do you still think it's worth it?"

"Of course it's not worth it." In the palace, Emperor Cheng Xuan, who had asked his maid to tidy up the dragon's instrument, lifted the gold belt around his waist and answered Kong Wenliang's question.

Kong Wenliang was stunned: "Then why did Your Majesty still allow Mr. Xie to set up the formation?"

Emperor Cheng Xuan became solemn: "Actually, I'm not afraid of Mo Jian, because I trust that young man Luo Feiyu. But I really don't dare to trust Mo Wendong, I can even say I'm afraid. He is a terrible chess player.

As long as there is a slight advantage on the chessboard, he can spread this advantage to the overall situation."

Kong Wenliang shook his head: "Your Majesty, I found that once you mention Mo Wendong, your self-identification will change."

"After all, he was once a teacher in the palace school, and he can be regarded as my teacher." Emperor Cheng Xuan rubbed his eyebrows, "For some reason, Mr. Gu feels that our troublesome effort will be turned against by Mo Wendong.

Take advantage of it."

Kong Wenliang said hurriedly: "Your Majesty is worrying too much."

"I hope I am overthinking it." Emperor Cheng Xuan walked out, "The Imperial City has eliminated a major problem for that group of people. The only thing left is to believe in those Jianghu people."

West of the Immortal Tomb.

"Your feathers haven't lost many feathers. It seems that everything is fine." Tang Yunying turned around and looked at the woman in black clothes who appeared next to him.

Crow Ghost Tang Ya smiled lightly: "It's indeed okay. Now Naihe Bridge is out of Mo Wendong's control, and with Mo Jian, Mo Wendong has lost his right and left arm."

Tang Zangtian nodded: "I said, I believe in the killer of Naihe Bridge."

Smoke and dust filled the air.

"Why do you want to save us?" Blood and Tears Guanyin asked.

Liu Zangyue held the white fox mask in her hand: "I have spent my whole life wandering and had many identities. The eldest lady of the Liu family, a disciple of the Sword Ancestor, a Japanese rogue, and the Sakura Fox from Naihe Bridge."

"I was also the killer of Naihe Bridge."

The smoke and dust dispersed.

A dragon-shaped ravine appeared on the sand, and Mo Jian was buried in it, losing its pressure like a landslide.

Tang Zangtian was lying on the ground, seemingly unconscious.

Immortal Tomb.

The stars in the sky light up.

The mysteries of immortality are often accompanied by the proliferation of different phenomena. And the stars shine brightly in the sky before night. It is the different phenomena produced by putting the upper and lower volumes of the Nine Pictures of Ling Xing together. The world is so big, no matter where you are, no matter you are divorced

The place where the phase is born is so far away that anyone can see it. When Xiao Haochen was building the Star-Zhaing Tower, all the Taoists from all over the world gathered at the foot of Changrenmu Peak.

Mo Wendong looked up at the stars and murmured, "He's here."

"A few months ago, a young Taoist priest who was halfway to reaching immortality met us and wanted us to grant him the last half step. At that time, he not only sat on a dangerous building, but also used the immortal barrier at the foot of Mu Feng Mountain to block incoming attacks.

People who are not immortals cannot pass through." Yang Sheng said slowly: "And the site you chose to ascend to immortality is the Immortal Tomb that you captured with your own hands. Aren't you afraid that someone will take advantage of it?"

Mo Wendong still looked at the sky and said nothing.

Seems to be waiting for something to come.

North of the Immortal Tomb.

On top of the ruins.

Mo Haochen kept staring at the sky, and finally saw stars lighting up in that moment.

"Senior Brother Head once said that no matter who he is, he will become extremely weak when he ascends to immortality." Mo Haochen lowered his head and his expression became indifferent, "Although it is not good to take advantage of others' danger, it is not good for you.

Speaking of which, it should be a method that is often used."

"Don't ask eastward."

He flicked his fly whisk and stepped into the Immortal Tomb resolutely.

But the moment he stepped in, there was a looming dragon shadow on the horizon, coming from the east.

Among the immortal tombs.

"Now the Immortal Tomb is no different from the wasteland, have you thought about it?" Yang Sheng asked again.

Mo Wendong still raised his head, but an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"coming."

Yang Sheng was stunned, "What's coming?"

Marquis Yue asked in surprise: "How come the starlight on the ground has faded?"

"What!" Yang Sheng raised his head suddenly. Just as Yue Hou said, a dragon shadow flew over from the east, carrying dark purple clouds, and swallowed up the stars in the sky in an instant!

Mo Wendong sneered: "Thank you, Grandpa, thank you, Grandpa, back then I advised you to take care of your life, but you still drag your dying body with you and worry about this world that is riddled with holes! Xizhou is a little bit

The slightest sign of trouble can scare you into such a violent move. Even you should admit that you are getting old."

Last night, when he was talking to Tang Zangtian in the dry forest, he deliberately released his murderous intent and startled the crows in the forest.

He knew very well that those crows were just the work of Tangmen's crow herders.

The existence of the crows is to cover up one of the homing pigeons that is covered in thick ink.

The carrier pigeon sent to Tianji Tower.

Tang Zangtian believed that countless bones should be buried in the dry forest, and there would be jackdaws accompanying them to eat the bones.

But Mo Wendong, how could he allow the Taoyuan in his heart to be desecrated?

Yang Sheng looked at Mo Wendong, his eyes showing fear that he shouldn't have: "Did you expect this?"

Mo Wendong tilted his head slightly: "Is this what you should ask?"

Yang Sheng sighed: "I can see the murderous intent in your eyes. What exactly are you going to use our power to do?"

"Of course it is to continue the dream of seeking immortals, so that the peace she seeks can last forever in the world." Mo Wendong's eyes were cold, "But where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are disputes. To achieve this, we must let people

Everyone in this world no longer exists."

Even Yang Sheng couldn't help but shudder.

The reason why the Immortal Tomb was resisted by the Immortal Visitors back then was because they wanted to control the world to achieve their goal of returning home. But this time, Mo Wendong actually wanted everyone to die together!

"By doing this, you have violated the original intention of Xunxunke and Sword Ancestor, and also violated the original intention of Xinghe when he left the Immortal Tomb, and even violated that young self." Yang Sheng said softly: "No matter who violated it

The original intention, the original intention will also leave him."

"But the original intention can never be abandoned. In the end, it will not be drowned by the tide of worldly affairs." Mo Wendong said solemnly.
Chapter completed!