Mo Juren returned to the spirit mine alone without Han Li. As soon as Fang walked to the rest area, he saw Xuan Le standing with another unfamiliar monk.
"It's him!"
The moment he saw the strange monk, Mo Juren's heart suddenly moved and he recognized him immediately.
Lu Tianmeng, a disciple of Spirit Beast Mountain, is in the late stage of foundation building. Originally just a casual cultivator, he entered the Spiritual Beast Mountain to practice through the Immortal Ascension Conference. Because of his outstanding qualifications, he was accepted as a disciple by another elder named Chen of Wanling Hall.
He also has another identity, Lu Cheng's nephew, who is the old man who he personally killed in the past.
In fact, before executing Lu Cheng, Han Yunzhi had already clearly investigated the relationship between the two. The two parties just came from the same place, had the same surname, and were uncles and nephews in terms of seniority, but they did not have a deep blood relationship.
Lu Tianmeng also relied on his own strength to enter Spirit Beast Mountain, and he finally succeeded in risking his life, without receiving any help from the latter.
However, after he stood out among his fellow monks and was accepted as his direct disciple by Elder Chen of the Ten Thousand Spirits Hall, the latter immediately changed his attitude and took the initiative to join him.
After that, the two of them got in touch.
Of course, this kind of contact is obviously utilitarian in nature, and a real relationship is only better than a stranger.
Therefore, after learning everything, Mo Juren stopped paying attention. It was impossible for the other party to retaliate against Lu Cheng for his death.
As for Lu Cheng, a monk who was in the middle stage of foundation-building died suddenly, so naturally no one would care about him.
The sect also sent people to investigate, and they easily found out the ins and outs of the matter, but the result was nothing, and it didn't cause the slightest disturbance at all.
Of course, this was because the other party was about to end his life and embarked on the path of evil cultivation by any means, violating the sect's taboo. What's more, it's because the Han family is involved.
Needless to say, Han Yunzhi was a descendant whom the ancestor of the Han family valued highly. And Mo Juren is not bad either, he belongs to the Han Lao family of Lingfu Pavilion.
With such a background, there is no way Lu Cheng could compare with a lonely man. What's more, the other party is still in the same situation, and it would be clean if he died.
From beginning to end, the sect's law enforcement team didn't even ask Mo Juren, as if nothing happened.
Putting away his thoughts, Mo Juren instantly squeezed out a smile on his face and walked over slowly.
"Fellow Taoist Xuangle, who is this?"
"Hey, Fellow Daoist Mo is back. Why, you don't know Fellow Daoist Lu?" Sensing Mo Juren's approach, Xuan Le's eyes flashed slightly, and he suddenly asked with a slightly surprised expression.
"Should we know Mo?" Mo Juren couldn't say no.
"Well, that's not the case. It's just that both of you are from Spirit Beast Mountain. Xuan thought..." Xuan Le seemed to let go of his worries and laughed, and then changed the subject, "In that case, I will Let me introduce you, this is Fellow Taoist Lu Tianmeng, who is also from Spirit Beast Mountain and has just arrived from the frontline battlefield to support him. Like Xuan, he is in the late stage of foundation building, and his strength cannot be underestimated."
"Friend Daoist Mo, I have admired you for a long time." Lu Tianmeng cupped his hands, his attitude was very calm, there was neither flattery nor anger and hatred, just like treating an unrelated stranger.
"It's easy to say." Mo Juren was shocked, but his expression did not change at all, and he also cupped his hands.
"Now that we all know each other, don't stand here and let's go to the hall to talk together. I'll ask others to prepare some food and drinks to welcome Lu Daoyou and his party."
Seeing such a cold exchange between the two parties, Xuanye was even more happy. His expression immediately changed and he extended an invitation to everyone with a tone like the master of the place.
Naturally, Lu Tianmeng had no objection and followed suit.
Looking at the former's back, Mo Juren narrowed his eyes slightly and thought to himself,
"It seems that the matter has left some traces in the other party's heart after all, or maybe it's because of face. However, in these years, this person has never done anything for this. It seems that he has many scruples and trade-offs, knowing Even if we take action, it will do more harm than good, and the gain outweighs the loss."
"I hope you can always remain so rational, otherwise..." He vaguely thought of something, and a hint of coldness flashed through Mo Juren's originally calm eyes, and then returned to normal again.
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Late at night, everything is silent.
In the tunnel deep in the spirit mine, a dark figure suddenly appeared. He raised his hand and patted a corner. A ray of light flashed and disappeared into it instantly. A moment later, it appeared again in another tunnel and did the same operation again.
After being busy for an unknown amount of time, almost all the tunnels in the old and new mining areas were walked through before finally stopping. He didn't stay too long, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared again.
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Time flies so fast, and another month has passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, while Mo Juren was meditating in the room, he was suddenly startled by a sharp roar coming from outside, and then someone shouted:
"Oh no, people from the Demonic Way are here to attack us. Everyone, come out quickly and be ready to fight."
"finally come."
Mo Juren's expression remained unchanged, and he walked out of the room calmly. There were also monks from the other seven sects who came out together, all of whom were obviously alarmed.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Han Li, who was also walking out. Without saying a word, he turned into a ray of light and flew towards the center of the formation.
Lu Tianmeng and Xuan Le had arrived at some unknown time, and they were both suspended under the Four Evil Formation, staring towards the canyon outside the formation.
In the area below, a dozen monks in the Qi Refining Stage who happened to be on duty all looked anxious. It was not until they saw the people coming to support that they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Mo Juren also floated up, stopped, and with a flash of light in his eyes, he could see the situation outside the formation clearly.
At this time, above the canyon, twenty or thirty figures wearing red and yellow clothes were approaching quickly.
There were two leaders, an ordinary-looking girl in red and an old man in yellow who looked to be around sixty or seventy years old. The two of them were at the early stage of foundation establishment and the late stage of foundation establishment respectively. They seemed not to care about the upcoming battle at all, and they were still talking to each other with smiles on their faces.
"They are monks from the Demon Flame Sect and the Tiansha Sect." Lu Tianmeng, the only one who had several battle experiences with the six sects, spoke first. Xuan Le on the side also frowned and said solemnly,
"Although we have many people on our side, there are only nine monks above the foundation level. We are unable to compete with the opponent's 20 or 30 foundation level monks. We can only rely on the power of the Four Evil Formation and try our best to deal with them."
After finishing his words, without any hesitation, he immediately greeted everyone and began to assign tasks one by one.
The foundation-building monks were a little better. Although they knew that the coming battle would not be easy, they were still able to remain calm. The remaining monks in the Qi-training period were no longer able to hold themselves back any longer, and they all took out their special magic weapons and prepared them. A pair of eyes were staring closely at the outside of the formation, their eyes full of fear and uneasiness.
