Luochao, Hidden Wind Tower.
When Luo Yi was in the Ten Thousand Bones Death Spirit Tower and the soul contract suddenly lit up, Chu Mengli, who had been lying on the bed, seemed to move her fingers slightly...
The maid Xiaochan has been standing by Chu Mengli's side, sleeping heavily with her arms pillowed on her arms.
In a meeting hall on the highest floor of Yinfeng Building, Chen Mo and Jing Haoran sat opposite each other.
Chen Mo's face was a little gloomy, and the tea in front of him remained untouched until it became cold.
Jing Haoran pondered for a moment and said, "The master of Fengxue Sect is really here to cause trouble for you Hidden Wind Tower?"
Chen Mo narrowed his eyes, "You're not here to cause trouble for Yinfeng Tower, you're here to find me."
"Looking for you?" Jing Haoran was a little surprised.
But in the next moment, he suddenly realized that he was probably looking for the girl in green robe.
Chen Mo and Jing Haoran didn't have much contact with each other originally. It was just by chance that they were connected by Luo Yi, and they became more and more familiar with each other.
Jing Haoran didn't know much about Yinfeng Tower, but he didn't know much either. He hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "Why don't you ask Yinfeng Tower headquarters for help?"
Chen Mo sighed, "It's not that I haven't thought about it. Firstly, there is not enough time. Secondly, the headquarters may not be able to take care of it."
"You should be very clear about this. Whether it's Yinfeng Tower or Jingtian Pavilion, for sub-rudders like you and me, if one falls, someone will immediately take over. The headquarters will not make enemies of a sect for me."
Jing Haoran nodded, this was the truth.
Whether it is Yinfeng Tower or Jingtian Pavilion, to put it bluntly, profit comes first.
To put it bluntly, even if Chen Mo died here today, it would be harmless to the entire Hidden Wind Building.
In less than half a month, another person will replace Chen Mo as the poster.
Of course, this depends on who did the killing at the time and what was the secret.
For people like Murong Xingzhou of Fengxue Sect, Yinfeng Tower may not be held accountable.
Besides, Murong Xingzhou was not a fool. The worst he could do was to waste money and eliminate disaster.
By then, both sides will be able to see it through, and the matter will be reduced from a big deal to a trivial matter.
Although the influence of Yinfeng Tower and Jingtian Pavilion spread all over Liuli Jiuzhou, they are not the only two in this kind of business.
The profession of killer and assassin has been around since ancient times. Yinfenglou wants to be the only one in the industry, but it is still far from satisfactory.
It is said that there is something similar to the assassin ranking list on the side of China in the Liuli World.
Hidden Wind Tower is not at the bottom, but its location is definitely not very high either.
Jingtian Pavilion is in a similar situation. If you can do business, he can do it too.
It is too difficult to be a single family.
Chen Mo suddenly took out a talisman, bit his thumb, and then wiped it across the talisman.
The next moment, the entire Hidden Wind Tower seemed to be truly hidden in the wind, completely disappearing here.
Jing Haoran was slightly surprised by Chen Mo's shaking hand.
"Is this okay?"
Chen Mo said angrily: "Working in our profession is not as stable as yours. After all, it is a day of licking blood on the tip of a knife. If you don't have some means of saving your life, you may end up flying to the west of Hexi one day, and you don't know whether you will die or not." How did you die?"
Jing Haoran nodded, what he said made sense.
He glanced at Chen Mo and asked, "You asked me here not just to talk about this, right?"
Chen Mo took out a jade ring from his arms and threw it neatly to Jing Haoran.
"Do me a favor and hand this thing over to He Zhe from the Chiyang Sword Sect in the Southern Territory."
Jing Haoran reached out and grabbed the jade ring, "He Zhe?"
Jing Haoran seemed to remember some rumors about this person, and his expression suddenly became a little exciting.
"Is this...really reliable?"
Chen Mo said nothing.
Jing Haoran hesitated for a moment, and finally put the jade ring away.
"How long can you last with this talisman?" Jing Haoran asked.
Chen Mo calculated in his mind, "One month at most."
Jing Haoran nodded, "Without further delay, I'll set off right now."
After Jing Haoran left, Chen Mo sat alone in the huge meeting hall, silent.
"Murong Xingzhou, do you have to kill them all..."
The Ten Thousand Bones Death Spirit Tower.
Luo Yi's speed was very fast, and the high mountain covered by clouds and fog in front of him gradually revealed its true appearance.
But what surprised Luo Yi was that the mountain was densely covered with various swords.
There are green steel swords, seven-star swords, mother-and-son mandarin duck swords, various short swords with sword blades no more than three feet long, and broad swords as tall as a person.
And the quality of these swords is actually not low.
Most of them are mortal grade, and occasionally there are a few swords of the Immortal Weapon grade!
However, these swords all have some damage, and very few of them are intact.
But this situation improved as we approached the top of the mountain.
Moreover, Luo Yi could see that the closer the sword was to the top of the mountain, the newer its quality and style were, and the sword's body was very complete without any damage.
These swords must be the swords hung by the monks who have entered the fourth level for so many years.
Affected by the laws of this place, they were all disarmed and gathered here.
Luo Yi glanced briefly, and then gradually climbed higher.
After about half a stick of incense, Luo Yi finally reached the top of the mountain.
Luo Yi was not too surprised when he saw Ren Miaomiao sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain.
For Ren Miaomiao, this place is a natural dojo.
Just like Su Youlan is on the third level, it is beneficial to both of them.
Ren Miaomiao was not surprised by Luo Yi's arrival.
In fact, he didn't open his eyes at all, he was still focusing on his sword with his eyes closed.
Luo Yi put away his Yunxiao wings and slowly stepped onto the top of the mountain. But as soon as he stepped onto the top of the mountain, Luo Yi's expression suddenly changed.
On top of the stone monument in the distance, there was a mass of black mist, struggling and surging.
"Netherworld?!" Luo Yi's pupils narrowed.
Luo Yi is almost certain that the black shadow that has been following him on the third floor is the black mist that is nailed to the stone tablet at this moment!
Luo Yi turned to look at Ren Miaomiao and said solemnly: "What's going on?"
"Why is there a ghost here?"
Ren Miaomiao also walked out of the Zhuling Cave. Although he was not a member of the Soul Clan, he also stayed in the Zhuling Cave for a long time.
Ren Piaomiao is no stranger to Netherworld.
He slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Luo Yi, and then said only three words.
"have no idea."
The corner of Luo Yi's mouth twitched, damn Ren Miaomiao, saying one more word would be like killing him.
Luo Yi walked slowly towards the stone monument. From time to time, the black mist would emit a piercing scream, like a ghost...
