The rooms in the inn usually come from scholars who come to Beijing to take exams, local merchants, dignitaries, and travelers; or from escort agents and long-distance traders traveling from north to south. This is no exception.
After Chen Mo and Wang Yan separated, they explored the two-story room alone, and everything they saw with their spiritual consciousness was the same.
The fourth floor is a wide corridor, with rooms on both sides corresponding to each other at diagonal angles. Chen Mo pretended to be passing by while walking, and his consciousness spread quietly into the first room:
A man and a woman were kissing each other passionately. They hugged each other tightly, like dry wood meeting a fierce fire. After a few breaths, the man's hand became restless and wandered over the woman's waist, with a bright yellow color. The ribbon slipped quietly...
Chen Mo could tell that at this man's age he was enough to be a woman's father. Who knew what their relationship was? However, he was too lazy to care about it, he just felt that it was not good. Chen Mo looked at it for a while, and then withdrew his consciousness without knowing what was going on.
He adjusted his mood and immediately glanced towards the second house. However, a surprising scene occurred.
There are actually four auras of cultivators in the room!
The cultivation levels of several people were all around the thirteenth level of Qi training. Chen Mo's heart moved, he strengthened the extension of his consciousness, and observed their movements intently.
There are three men and one woman in this room. The woman is about 27 or 27 years old. At this moment, she is concentrating on dressing up in front of the dressing mirror. From time to time, she secretly looks at someone in the reflection of the mirror.
There was a fat monk sleeping soundly, snoring like thunder, making the whole room disturbed by the noise. The other person might be upset, but because he couldn't explain why, he had to open the window and look at it casually. The pedestrians on the street below didn’t know what they were thinking.
There was another person with a resolute face, sitting cross-legged on the bed. He must have the highest level of cultivation here. The evil aura lingering vaguely around his body made Chen Mo Ling frown!
"They are demonic monks!"
Chen Mo suddenly became alert: Is this just a coincidence? ! Or did the devil have a premeditated plan?
After all, as a foundation-building monk, Chen Mo calmly withdrew his consciousness and explored the third room.
There are two ordinary people here. When Chen Mo looked at them carefully, they were Zheng San and Han Lu who had escaped from Chudu!
"Sure enough, there are spiritual roots!"
Chen Mo observed this important detail again, and a complete chain of evidence was formed:
The demon cultivator showed some kindness and easily bribed the two members of the Wufu Gang. Because Chu Chengfeng's influence in the Chu Kingdom was too great, even if the emperor died unexpectedly, he could still influence the government. After he was dealt with, there would be no obstacles. , by that time, the Chu Kingdom will be in the hands of those who secretly support the demon cultivator!
"If the devil secretly controls the secular world of a country, it can secretly transport the good seedlings of practice back to the devil sect, or perform large-scale blood sacrifices to satisfy daily practice. Even important defensive passes within the territory can be controlled freely... ..."
The more Chen Mo thought about it, the more terrifying he felt. A monk who could come up with such a plan was definitely not something he could handle. If he disturbed their plan and someone came to seek revenge in anger, wouldn't it be a waste of his own life? ?
Without acting rashly, Chen Mo stood in the corridor and thought carefully for a moment.
The demonic way is no more reasonable than the decent sects of famous families. They insist on retribution. Since revenge for Chu Wushuang is a hurdle that the demonic cultivator cannot get around, the only option left is to kill and silence him.
"Never let anyone go!"
Chen Mo took a deep breath, pushed the door open and drew his sword at the same time. In an instant, a headless corpse beside the window fell down the window!
"Squeak..."
Following the sound of the door being pushed, a white light flashed past with everyone's doubtful expressions. It penetrated the woman's chest and nailed her to the dressing table.
"you......"
The demonic female cultivator didn't expect the visitor to be so determined to kill, and she didn't even say her last words.
At the same time, the monk who was sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes, turned around and fled quickly without saying a word, completely ignoring the fat man who was still in a dazed state after being woken up!
Chen Mo suddenly swung his palm and killed the fat man on the spot, but in that moment, the cold monk had already escaped through the window!
"Who is so arrogant here!!!"
A coercion of the same level as Chen Mo suddenly came from above like a tide. Chen Mo did not dare to be careless. He immediately opened his consciousness and wanted to fight this unknown enemy. However, Wang Yan who was sitting at the command appeared in time, and the power of three consciousnesses came together. break out!
Boom!
The inn was severely shaken. Seeing that the man was unable to do anything, Chen Mo immediately followed him through the window to look for the escaping monk. Qi refining was qi refining after all, and even if he counted his breaths, he would still be only a few dozen feet away.
"You can't run away!!" Chen Mo yelled angrily, and the Thousand Mysterious Sword flipped over. Not far away, another puff of blood rose into the sky. When Chen Mo turned around to help Wang Yan, he saw a middle-aged demon cultivator. Fly out from the top floor of the inn.
He wants to escape from this place!
Chen Mo didn't even think about it, and just stalked him. He mobilized the spiritual power in his body and used the Flame Palm he had just learned. Although he was not as good as his master, his opponent was still in a panic and could not avoid getting slapped by him a few times.
"Asshole! I want you to die!!"
The middle-aged demon cultivator immediately hit the feather fan with his hand, and the phantom flying blades turned into seven feathers came in an instant. Chen Mo was caught off guard when he was close, and he used the condensed light and color to block one. In the blink of an eye, the shield was shattered. They were all over the place. Chen Mo's eyes showed a trace of shock, and he stepped back suddenly before narrowly avoiding the remaining flying blades.
However, as soon as he delayed, the gap between the two became apparent, but before the demon cultivator could laugh wildly, the flying sword he controlled turned an inexplicable corner and rushed straight towards the inn! !
"I have been waiting for you for a long time!!"
Wang Yan came on stage at the right time, and slapped the demon cultivator in front of him with a palm of his hand. Immediately, his shield shattered, his flying sword lost control and fell, and the demon cultivator's body also rolled back to the ground, and he crawled to the ground. He stood up and looked fiercely at Chen Mo and Wang Yan coming together.
The middle-aged demon cultivator looked around, but there was no one around. All the mortals were scared away by the scene in front of him. No one dared to show up to cause trouble, which left him with nothing to blackmail.
It's just possible. As a demon cultivator, he doesn't believe that the two of them can spare their lives for the safety of these civilians. It's even possible that they thought it was troublesome and took the lead in cleaning up the ordinary people, and then blamed him later. After all, there was no evidence to prove it, so what were they worried about?
"What a plan by the two of you! It seems that today... I am going to die here!!"
The middle-aged demon cultivator wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up and looked at Chen Mo and the two men gloomily.
"What do you mean by this, fellow Taoist?"
Wang Yan said unhurriedly: "Cultivation on the long journey to immortality is not easy. As long as you, my fellow Taoist, are at ease and tell the truth about your plan, what if I let you live?"
"Haha, you old guy!!" After hearing this, the middle-aged demon cultivator laughed wildly and said: "That would be the real stupidity if it falls into your hands! Stop talking nonsense and watch your moves!!"
The two of them were horrified to find that this man's figure had disappeared out of thin air. As soon as Chen Mo's vigilance rose, he saw the evil smile on the middle-aged demon cultivator's face: "I'll send you to hell first!!"
At the same time, a set of blood-red claws were put on the hands of the demon cultivator at some point, exuding a rouge-like aroma. Chen Mo only felt that his thinking had slowed down. He watched the sharp claws on the opposite side go deep into his chest. .
As the condensed light refining color summoned again shattered, the demon cultivator's sharp claws dug into the flesh and blood, and with all his strength, countless condensed blood beads burst out.
Chen Mo let out a scream and was blown away by the huge force into a side alley. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
In the midst of lightning and flint, the middle-aged demon cultivator saw Wang Yan's frightened and angry move, and hurriedly flashed again without a trace.
A few feet away, he gasped for air and ran away without saying a word. He had exhausted all his trump cards and was lucky to be able to deal with an existence of the same level first.
With Wang Yan as the target, even if the sneak attack was successful, he would only be injured. Under the combined attack of the two, he would still die. Therefore, it was not surprising that he chose Chen Mo.
"Asshole! Where are you running?!"
Wang Yan was extremely angry. This demon cultivator could kill someone under his nose. This was a great shame and humiliation! The palm prints in his hands were thicker than before, and they quickly stacked up to thirteen in succession, hitting the demon cultivator's head in no particular order!
The middle-aged demon cultivator's face turned pale, and he fanned out several flying blades backwards without thinking. On the other side, he summoned a square brick magic weapon. Although this object was not big, it allowed him to use it like a stone. It was thrown towards the restraining circle created by Chen Mo and the others.
This formation is not a very clever restriction. It is not difficult to find the formation. However, there are interceptors in front and pursuers in the back. The middle-aged magic cultivator can only choose to break through it by force.
——Boom!
The red light of the stone suddenly weakened a lot and returned to his hand. However, the formation seemed to tremble. The four formation flags swayed slightly in the soil and immediately returned to their original state.
"There is hope!!" The middle-aged demon cultivator showed joy. At the same time, the flying blade had been easily solved by Wang Yan. This time he did not intend to hide it. When he jumped into the air, he was covered in mud. The thick wire net stretched out extremely long, trying to imprison him tightly.
"It's not that easy!!" the middle-aged demon cultivator yelled.
He used teleportation and flash again, which consumed a huge amount of spiritual energy in his body.
But this time, the middle-aged demon cultivator deliberately teleported his body to the opposite corner, and at the moment when Wang Yan couldn't get through, he once again threw the brick magic weapon towards the forbidden magic circle!
This time, the magic circle shook violently. The middle-aged demon cultivator was overjoyed and laughed loudly: "Old man! Zhu took the first step!!"
But the next moment, a sudden white light suddenly penetrated from his chest. The middle-aged demon cultivator suddenly felt that his body was unable to exert any strength, and even the smile froze on his face.
Only then did he see that this place was not far away from the person who had just died, only a few feet. He also saw that the person who had died slowly got up, covering the blood on his chest, and recalled the magic weapon in his hand with a pale face. .
"...It was so dangerous, I almost got killed by you!"
Chen Mo's back and forehead were covered with sweat, and he said with lingering fear.
Wang Yan rushed over and had no time to communicate with Chen Mo. He put a palm on the head of the demon cultivator who was not completely dead, and started another intense search for the soul. This naturally caused the middle-aged demon cultivator to panic violently before his death. struggle.
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