The situation is exactly the same as when the tunnel was discovered in Hengfu County!
Chen Mo kept sinking. Based on his last experience, he did not fall directly into the tunnel, but stuck his face out at the top of the tunnel to watch.
If he found something was wrong, he could escape in an instant, but it would be too slow if he went down and tried to cast a spell.
There are no signs of any living things here. Chen Mo deliberately made a few noises in the tunnel, but no one came to investigate, just like Hengfu County.
"There is nothing but emptiness in the tunnel..."
Chen Mo jumped down, took out the luminous fluorite that had been prepared in his storage bag, and walked methodically under the ground of Beihuang County. The dim light stretched his shadow longer and longer on the ground, and together they faced the future. The endless darkness of the unknown.
"This is not a hidden altar for blood sacrifices. I haven't felt the smell of blood until now, and there are no mysteriously missing monks in the casual cultivator conference."
"Is it a place where goods are stored?"
As soon as the idea came up, Chen Mo rejected it. This was wrong. With a storage bag, who would bother to do such a physically demanding activity underground? "
As for the place where his predecessors would be enthroned and passed down by chance, Chen Mo had never considered it. It was unrealistic.
Chen Mo knew that this was not a place to stay for a long time, so he cleaned up the traces of his visit, sneaked in with full of thoughts, and returned to his residence in Beihuang County.
"Don't trust what Long Xuehan says. If this person is double-dealing and secretly sends foundation-building monks to sneak attack outside the county, then I will die without a burial place."
Chen Mo sat on a chair and thought about it. He used thick wooden branches in the yard, square cloth pillows, and a change of clothes that he brought with him to make two puppet models similar in height to him.
He attached some of his spiritual consciousness and spiritual power with a spiritual talisman, and placed one of the puppet models under the reflection of candlelight. If he did not enter the house and looked at it with his spiritual consciousness or naked eyes from the window, it would be as if Chen Mo was in the room.
He received the other one in his storage bag. This puppet was used to escape when he was worried about encountering irresistible factors outside the county.
"There is also Lan Fuxiu. I had a conflict with Long Xuehan today. God knows if he has a secret agent behind him. If he takes the opportunity to kill me outside the county and then frame it on Long Xuehan, he will do it to them." It’s a matter of fact that has no proof.”
Chen Mo is not a god. He can predict events like a god. He can only consider the worst results first. Even if things really develop, he can respond in time.
Of course, Lan Xiuxiu's words cannot be believed at all. He wanted to personally prove whether the flying boat in the City Lord's Mansion was really temporarily canceled. In the early morning, after getting the exact news, Chen Mo walked back to his residence in disappointment and cast soil in the room. Escape and sneak into the ground again.
"Perhaps I am overthinking it. If Long and Lan are secretly followed by spies, then the information they get must be that I am still in Beihuang County. As everyone knows, I have already secretly gone to Hengfu County..."
At a hidden location at the corner of the city gate, Chen Mo dug out of the soil, patted the dust on his body, made slight adjustments to his face, left the city gate under the watchful eyes of the guards, and disappeared into the vast night. .
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"What? There's no movement yet, what is he doing!"
After hearing the report from his men, Lan Fuxiu frowned, opened the inn window and glanced at the sky: "It's already the third quarter of the ugly hour. If he doesn't start, he won't be able to catch up with the alchemy competition in Hengfu County!"
"Are you sure that kid is still in the residence?" Lan Fuxiu asked again without giving up.
"Young Master, no one dares to lie to you! The person you asked the villain to follow has never left the door since he came back from Zishi. Maybe he is afraid of your grace, Young Master, and is too scared to dare to do so. Let’s take part in the competition!”
The following slave was still trying to flatter Lan Xiuxiu.
Behind Lan Fuxiu, there was also a foundation-building monk secretly following him. But because of the trivial matter of three hundred spirit stones and a few provocative words, he went to kill a monk with similar background to him. Lan Fuxiu felt that his thinking was still normal and he could not do such a stupid thing.
His original intention tonight was to use the power of the foundation to pressure others and make Chen Mo spit out the spirit stone with profit and loss. This matter would be over, but he did not expect that he would get such unexpected news.
"No...when something goes wrong, there must be a monster. I want to see for myself!"
Young Master Lan had a delicate mind and vaguely sensed something was wrong. Under the leadership of his servant, he quickly arrived at the place where Chen Mo was renting. Using his concealment technique, he sneaked into the courtyard alone.
Soon, he spotted Chen Mo silhouetted against the candlelight.
"asshole!"
He only watched for a few seconds before he became furious. Although there were fluctuations of consciousness in the room, how could anyone remain motionless as if their acupuncture points were tapped? This is obviously just a fake puppet!
Lan Fuxiu barged into the house without saying a word. Suddenly, there was a "crash" above his head, and foul-smelling swill fell from the sky. Lan Fuxiu's expression changed, and his figure flashed past like a ghost, barely avoiding the puddle of filth.
It turns out that the intersection between the gate and the beam was connected by Chen Mo's spiritual power, and a bucket of secular people's swill was placed on top. This was simply done to disgust people with ill intentions.
"Is the swill delicious?"
Lan Xiuxiu's breathing was rapid, his eyes were wide open, and he tore up the letter paper on the table angrily, slapped the stand-in puppet down, took out the square cloth pillow, and hit the surveillance camera hard with a "slap" on his slave, causing the latter to look at him blankly.
"You loser! Is this the goal in your eyes?"
As he said, time was running out. Lan Xiuxiu did not dare to hesitate. He scolded the slave again and rushed to Hengfu County to prepare for the second round of competition!
He was in a bad mood. Before coming to the Rogue Cultivator Conference, he was the only one who was scheming against others. Did he ever have any setbacks himself? Chen Mo has been defeated twice in a row!
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Shortly after Chen Mo and Lan Fuxiu left, the old man Jiedan who was sitting in the city lord's mansion slowly opened his eyes from the secret room.
"it's time."
The next moment, he took out the token that controlled the formation of Beihuang County from the white light curtain. Although everything in the city was operating normally, the restriction deep underground... completely opened a gap!
In the blink of an eye, the old man disappeared into the secret room.
When he reappeared, he was already deep in the tunnels of Beihuang County. If Chen Mo continued to explore for two hours at night, he would be killed on the spot!
"Rumble..."
Countless dull sounds came from far to near, and the speed was staggering. The first one to arrive was a dark yellow ground-breaking boat, with nearly a hundred people densely packed on it, all uniformly dressed. Looking at it intently, All of them are demonic monks who are above the tenth level of Qi refining!
Although they were curious about this secret mission, they still felt somewhat nervous when they came here, so no one spoke, making the atmosphere very mysterious.
"Meet the Third Elder!"
The steward on the boat immediately jumped out, knelt down on one knee, and fervently bowed deeply to the old man in front of him.
The old man Jiedan nodded slightly and said calmly: "Have the disciples collected all the jade slips for communication on the boat?"
"Reporting to the third elder, everything has been handed over. They will supervise each other and kill them on the spot if there is any movement. If this ruins the elders' affairs, I am willing to come and see you!" said the foundation manager with confidence.
"Very good, you did a good job. After the work is completed, the sect's contribution will be indispensable." The old man Jiedan patted his shoulder with satisfaction, and a strong suction force forced the latter to stand up: "With They, go stay in the tunnel at the back for two days, this casual cultivator conference is about to end, and it will soon be the time for the ancestor to close the net."
"Yes!" Steward Zhou Ting responded respectfully, collected the boat, and let nearly a hundred people disembark into the dark tunnel, where they soon lost sight of them.
The old man Jiedan was still waiting here, and not long after, the second boat also arrived deep underground in Beihuang County, accepting his final review...
A similar scene also appeared in the tunnels of Hengfu County, but the two groups of monks did not belong to the same sect!
In less than two hours, nearly 50,000 Qi-refining monks from the four demonic sects were transported by boat to hibernate deep underground in Beihuang County and Hengfu County.
Similarly, there are hundreds of foundation-building monks hidden in the formation, and even the core-building monks who are invisible to the dragon are also found in the tunnel.
The red sun is rising slowly, shining like a brocade, and the sunshine shines on everything, eliminating all the filth in the world.
How many power games are hidden under this Feng He Ning Jing Rong Xiu Conference?
Li Tianlong quietly looked at the people and things in Hengfu County, the various expressions of the vendors, and the vibrant faces of the monks. Everything was beautiful and worthy of nostalgia.
For the sake of immortality and the pursuit of the eternal road, it won't be long before he has to bury it all with his own hands.
"If you want to change your mind, it's still late."
A middle-aged man with a skinny face sat on a chair and said calmly to the Nascent Soul monk who was looking at him with his hands behind his back.
After hearing this, Li Tianlong smiled bitterly and was speechless.
"Since you have no objection, bring all the top ten from the two counties to Luofeng Valley. I can't bear the death of these highly qualified cultivators, so I plan to bring them to the sect to fill their bodies with holy blood, and give them The supreme skill can be regarded as an opportunity for them..."
The skinny young man twirled his beard and seemed very satisfied with this matter. He smiled proudly, but it just matched his appearance and looked a little scary.
"Are we really going to kill them all? There are more than 200,000 Qi Refining monks..."
Although he has experienced hundreds of years, Li Tianlong still cannot accept all this calmly in his heart. The main reason is...the deaths of these people are all related to him!
"Haha! Still pitying others... You sanctimonious hypocrites all have the same virtue!"
The skinny middle-aged man sneered: "Fellow Daoist Li is also a smart man. How can I explain the truth? Fate-defying pills cannot be produced in large quantities, and low-level casual cultivators can only produce more and more. With limited resources, who can provide the solution?" Their extra stuff?”
"Those hypocrites in the righteous path are forced to eradicate them directly because of their status. They have all been infamy for us, the demon path. In fact, in their hearts, they may be very happy! Do you think they will stop it vigorously?"
"Sooner or later, their group will have a war with our orthodox cultivation world. Instead of waiting for that day to come, wouldn't it be better to take the initiative now?"
"You also know that there are more than 200,000 Qi Refining monks. Without sufficient benefits, how can I persuade the other three sects?" After a pause, the skinny middle-aged man continued:
"But then again, this group of casual cultivators is not useless. Hundreds of thousands of souls were taken away by me, and they are one step closer to the stage of top-grade spiritual treasures. Their corpses were used as puppets by Fu Kuimen. As for the essence and blood, the blood The Shadow Sect is happy to clean up the battlefield, and the remaining mess will be left to the Ten Thousand Demons Sect to take care of the rest."
The skinny middle-aged man stood up, walked to Li Tianlong and comforted him: "Don't think too much. Those who achieve great things don't stick to trivial matters. In just three days, you can get a spiritual fruit that increases your life span by fifty years. If you pay The price is just a little bit of your so-called conscience." He continued to whisper in his ears.
"Master Tianxie, I have paid such a heavy price. If you break your promise, I swear here that the Tianyin Sect will never have peace for the rest of your life!" Li Tianlong stared at the skinny middle-aged face and said gloomily.
At their Nascent Soul realm, it is easy to defeat one party, but it is very difficult to completely kill one party. Without him, in this realm, unless suppressed by absolute strength, the monks will have a lot of ways to escape. Means, not to mention Yuanying can also travel outside the body, making it difficult to catch.
Although the skinny middle-aged man was in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, he couldn't keep an eye on Li Tianlong all the time. If he caught him, he could sneak attack several sects' pill-forming monks, which would be enough for him to make a fuss.
"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Li. I, Huo Tianxie, keep my word, but only if you cooperate." The skinny middle-aged man said with a strange smile.
...
Just after that time, Chen Mo appeared outside the central square of Hengfu County. Because it was the second round, the guard force was much weaker than yesterday. He easily sneaked into the venue and discovered that in Chang The Zheng family's father and daughter were sitting on the chairs.
"I've met Uncle Zheng and Miss Zheng."
Chen Mo walked over and saluted. He couldn't avoid this kind of thing. Instead of waiting for others to find out, it would be faster to go and visit first.
"Yes." Zheng Qingyuan smiled and nodded: "Is Master Sun here too?"
"My master and a few friends went out and were not in the county." Chen Mo answered truthfully.
Zheng Lu said with a smile: "Brother Chen, my little sister's father arrived at Hengfu County yesterday and didn't have time to watch your competition. I heard that you easily defeated Long Xuehan, the genius of the Yan Kingdom's casual cultivator family, yesterday. I wonder if you have any this matter?"
Zheng Qingyuan glanced at his daughter in surprise. She had never been so cheerful and talkative towards the opposite sex in the family. Could it be that...she really had feelings for this silly boy?
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