Mortal: I, Mo Juren

Chapter 82 Zhang Tie picks up the corpse Tianling Root!
"Reporting back to senior, there is such a thing, but this is an old calendar from a few years ago. If you ask anyone on the street, you may know that if senior is interested, the store can give it to senior for free."

The old man behaved unusually generously.

"Well, that's good work." Mo Fan did not refuse.

"Senior, wait a moment." The old man smiled slightly, turned around and walked into the back room.

After more than ten breaths, the old man came out with a jade slip and handed it to Mo Fan.

After taking the jade slip, Mo Fan directly released his consciousness and scanned it. After a few breaths, he withdrew his consciousness expressionlessly.

The final winner was, as he expected, the Tianxing Sect.

The rout that day was entirely directed and staged by the Tianxing Sect.

But after reading the message, Mo Fan was even more confused.

There is nothing special about this message, so why did Zhang Tie delay in replying?

He originally thought that there was a new problem between the Tianxing Sect and the Soul Seizing Cult, but Zhang Tie went to inquire about it, which wasted time.

Now it seems that it is not what I guessed. Where did that brat Zhang Tie go?Mo Fan was puzzled.

In the end, he asked with the attitude of giving it a try: "What's going on with these two major sects recently?"

"Yes, yes, but it doesn't matter." The old man also had a doubt in his heart at this time.

He remembered that three days ago, a burly man came to ask him the same question.

Could it be that something big is going on with the Tianxing Sect and the Soul-Taking Cult?
"Excuse me, please tell me." Mo Fan smiled slightly, took out a spiritual stone and handed it over.

"Haha, senior is too polite." The old man took the spirit stone with a smile and quickly stuffed it into his storage bag.

"Senior just now also read about the situation of two cases this year. The recent incident is related to this."

"Although the two sects talked about who would win the war a few years ago, who would be the spiritual root disciple on the final day?"

"But what's strange is that the Soul Reaver Cult did not immediately return the spiritual root disciples that day after their defeat. Instead, they only agreed to return them a few days ago. Their return time was set for yesterday."

After hearing the old man's words, Mo Fan was slightly stunned:
"Are you saying that the Soul Seizing Sect returned the spiritual root disciple of that day to the Tianxing Sect just yesterday?"

"Yes." The old man nodded.

"Why did the Soul Seizing Cult have to delay the return for several years?" Mo Fan was a little confused.

"Uh... this little old man doesn't know."

"I have another question. Did a strong man come and ask this question two days ago?" Mo Fan asked, staring into the old man's eyes.

"Ahem...Senior, this involves customer privacy, the little old man can't talk about it." Although the old man didn't say it clearly, Mo Fan easily got the answer from his eyes.

"Thank you!" Leaving a few spirit stones behind again, Mo Fan disappeared into the store.

He probably knows why Zhang Tie didn't go back. This brat is also a fool, so he can just ask him for some general information. But now it seems that he has to find out everything clearly before he can stop!
Seeing that Mo Fan left a few more spiritual stones, the old man frowned with joy.

He quickly put the roll of spiritual stones into his storage bag and continued to look at the account book as if nothing had happened.

After leaving the shop, Mo Fan rushed towards the depths of Yuanwu Kingdom.

After knowing Zhang Tie's whereabouts, he felt a lot more at ease, at least knowing that this idiot was not murdered.

There should be no danger when the two sects return their disciples, Mo Fan thought in his heart.

……

Just as Mo Fan rushed towards the depths of Yuanwu Kingdom, the most critical moment came after half a day of fighting between the Soul Seizing Sect and the Tianxing Sect.

Many disciples from both sides joined in to replenish their fighting strength. It was precisely because of this that the Tianxing Sect and others were able to delay for so long.

I don’t know if the upper levels of both sides have reached an agreement again. This time, the gap in the number of people who came to participate in the battle is still not big, and the fight is evenly matched.

This is indeed the case. On a mountain top that rises into the sky tens of thousands of miles away from here, a red-faced old man and a sinister middle-aged man are playing chess.

If there were disciples from Tianxing Sect and Soul Seizing Sect here, they would definitely recognize them instantly.

Just because the red-faced old man turned out to be Old Ancestor Chen, the contemporary Yuanying ancestor of the Tianxing Sect, and the middle-aged Yin Prey was Old Ancestor Fang of the Soul Seizing Sect!

At this time, the red-faced old man holds the white stone, and the sinister middle-aged man holds the black stone. Both sides come and go, refusing to give in to each other on the chessboard.

A quarter of an hour later.

The red-faced old man dropped one piece, and after eating part of the black piece, he smiled slightly and said, "Brother Fang, it seems you are going to lose again."

"Brother Chen, don't be too happy until the end." The middle-aged Yin bird remained expressionless when he saw that he had been eaten a lot.

"After all these years, are you still unwilling to give up that plan, brother Fang?" the red-faced old man asked as he made his move.

"Sigh~, we almost exhausted the resources of the three major sects for nearly 500 years. How can we give up so easily?"

When asked about this matter, the middle-aged Yin Zhi had a rare expression and sighed helplessly.

"The other two sects have given up, so why bother persisting alone?"

……

While the ancestors of both sides were playing chess, the battle group in front of Zhang Tie was slashing to the flesh, and flesh was flying everywhere.

The world is so cruel. It is these low-level monks who risk their lives for someone else's small bet.

What's even more tragic is that as a chess piece, I'm afraid I won't know why this happened until I die.

After a fierce fight, the number of both sides has been reduced sharply to only eight people each.

Excluding the young man who was protected in middle age, there were actually only seven people in the Tianxing Sect.

After a while, the formations arranged by the Tianxing Sect were completely defeated.

Without the blessing of the formation, the monks of the Tianxing Sect could no longer withstand the offensive of the Soul Seizing Sect.

The old man who had previously been the leader of the Tianxing Sect had long since lost his temper, and now a middle-aged man with a horrific wound on his face was in command.

Seeing that his entire army was about to be annihilated, he had no choice but to let the young people surrounded inside escape first.

After hearing this, the young man did not hesitate and took out an earth-yellow talisman that was slightly larger than the normal talisman from his storage bag.

While urging mana to be injected into the talisman, he recited the mantra.

As the mantra sounded, a rich earth spiritual energy gradually emitted from the spiritual talisman.

These earth spiritual energy are divided into two parts, one part is responsible for enveloping the young man completely, and the other part spreads rapidly underground.

However, what surprised the Tianxing Sect and others was that at this time, several people from the Soul Reaver Cult did not stop the young man at all, but instead attacked them more fiercely.

The middle-aged man in the lead felt that something was wrong more and more. When he saw that the young man who had turned his back to him was facing the Soul Reaver Cult at some point, he finally realized something.

"Shu Zi! An Gan!~"

After a roar, the leading man abandoned his opponent in front and used his own sword to attack the young man.

Naturally, it was not that the leading man was crazy, but that he discovered that not only did the young man not escape, but he was actually trying to escape to the Soul Reaver Cult.

He actually wants to defect!
As the middle-aged roar came out, the young man also finished casting the spell.

He turned to smile contemptuously at the middle-aged man, and his whole body turned into a ray of yellow light and was about to escape underground.

In this flash of lightning, everyone just heard a "Puff!~" sound.

A long spindle-shaped magic weapon suddenly shot out from the young man's chest.

The young man's smile disappeared instantly and turned into a face full of shock and unwillingness.

Looking down at the unstoppable blood on his chest, he was completely lifeless.

Under the activation of the Earth Escape Talisman, he penetrated the ground and escaped to the Soul Seizing Cult.

At this time, everyone finally discovered that the owner of the long spindle-shaped magic weapon was actually another young man from the Tianxing Sect behind the young man.

Seeing everyone looking at them, the young man grinned: "The rules of the Tianxing Sect are that anyone who escapes from battle will be killed!"

It's just that no one noticed the strange light emanating from the young man's eyes.

"Okay!" The leading middle-aged man laughed. "You are looking for death!" When the leader of the Soul Seizing Cult saw that the young man was dead, what flashed in his eyes was not anger, but panic.

It's over!Something big happened!
The reason why the ancestor spent a huge price to delay returning the person to the Tianxing Sect was because he needed the Tianlinggen boy to study a peerless secret technique.

Now people are dead!

Although they died in the hands of the Tianxing Sect monks, they were probably doomed as well. Thinking of this, the middle-aged team leader suddenly turned pale:
"Kill! Kill them all!"

He wanted to deal with this group of Tianxing Sect people as soon as possible to prevent the news from leaking, and then run as far as he could.

The other members of the Soul Seizing Cult have obviously figured out the stakes involved.

When fighting, he no longer dared to hold back his hands, and used his killing moves frequently.

When the two sides fought together again, the young man's body also emerged from the ground, about seven or eight miles away from the fighting location.

But it was only a few dozen feet away from Zhang Tie!

The master seemed to have told him before that if he encountered a corpse with a high level of cultivation, he should not burn it first, but take it back to him.

But this young man is only in the Qi refining stage, do you want to take it?

After Zhang Tie saw the corpse, he remembered Mo Fan's explanation and scratched his head hesitantly.

Otherwise, take it first. This young man should be the Tianlinggen they are talking about.

Tian Linggen's corpse was at least not too bad.

After hesitating for a while, Zhang Tie finally decided to pick it back up first.

He took a few steps, waved at the boy's body, put it into the storage bag, and picked up the storage bag that the boy had dropped.

Because the distance was too far, both parties fighting had no way of noticing what was going on here.

So after Zhang Tie finished picking up the corpses, he continued to observe the people in the air.

Although he couldn't see clearly, he could barely distinguish the two sides.

After dozens of breaths, several members of the Soul Seizing Sect finally wiped out all the monks of the Tianxing Sect at a considerable cost.

The few of them looked at each other, cleared up the battlefield as quickly as possible, and then flew towards the west at full speed.

Seeing that everyone in the distance was indeed gone, Zhang Tiecai crept closer.

Since the Soul Imperius Cult members didn't dare to stay too long, they didn't have time to dispose of many corpses, so they just collected the storage bags and left in a hurry.

Looking at the dozens of corpses on the ground, Zhang Tie suddenly felt a little dizzy. His storage bag couldn't hold so many!

Since he only went out this time to inquire about information, he naturally didn't bring extra storage bags.

In addition, he had never gone out before, and he only brought a ten-fold storage bag, which could only hold two or three corpses at most.

Including the boy's storage bag, it can hold five or six bodies.

No, we still have to hold the young man’s body, which is one less body.

After a little tangle, Zhang Tie could only randomly select a few small corpses, stuff them all into storage bags, and fly to Yue Kingdom without looking back.

……

After a few hours.

Mo Fan, who followed the shortest route from the Soul Seizing Cult to the Tianxing Sect, finally arrived at the place where the two sides fought.

From a distance, he smelled the smell of blood.

His heart tightened, his consciousness was brought to its maximum range, and his energy and body shape also changed to Yu Feng.

After entering Yuanwu Kingdom, he no longer dared to use the energy of the soul-stealing cultivator before.

He was afraid that if he was unlucky and happened to meet a group of Tianxing Sect monks who had a grudge against this person, he would be wronged.

What's more, even if you don't meet anyone from the Tianxing Sect, it is very inconvenient to meet some Soul Seizing Cult monks who are familiar with this person.

As the distance continued to approach, Mo Fan used the Taoguang Body and the Nameless Breath Condensation Technique to the extreme, and carefully leaned close to the ground.

Finally, when there was only more than three miles left, his spiritual consciousness detected the situation ahead.

When he found the corpses of more than a dozen foundation-building monks lying on the ground, his breathing suddenly stopped.

Get rich! ! !
Mo Fan's face was full of excitement.

But he didn't rush out immediately.

Instead, he turned around and looked at the huge lake not far away, which was almost a thousand miles in radius.

Although his level of water escape is still at a small level, he has made considerable progress after a year of practice.

Not only was the casting speed a bit faster, but the escape distance was also close to five miles.

As long as he is allowed to enter the water, he has absolute confidence in escaping from the encirclement of many late-stage foundation-building monks.

Even against those Golden Core monks who were not very good at escaping, he was confident of escaping.

After carefully exploring the area between him and the giant lake, and finding that no one was actually standing guard, Mo Fan gradually became more courageous.

Fight!Wealth and wealth are found in danger.

He began to circle around the corpse.

In less than a few dozen breaths, he inspected everything near the lake.

After returning to the same place and finding that there was really no one around him, how could he still hesitate?

In an instant, he used Spiritual Fox Step and turned into a white light. He rushed to the corpses in a few seconds and put them into storage bags without saying a word.

In a matter of seconds, several storage bags twenty times the size of his waist were filled in an instant.

Of the dozen or so corpses on the field, there were only five or six corpses dozens of feet in front of him.

After not being attacked for a long time, Mo Fan was relieved of his worries.

After taking a few steps, he arrived in front of the remaining corpses.

He took out a blank storage bag, rolled it over a young man's body, and put the body into the storage bag.

But then an accident happened!

The collection failed!
The originally unresponsive corpse seemed to be stimulated, and its tightly closed eyes opened in vain.

A pair of eyes with a strange look stared straight at Mo Fan in front of him.

The moment he was stared at, Mo Fan felt a cold air rush from his tailbone to his brain, making his scalp numb and the hairs all over his body standing on end.

There was no time to think about it, so Mo Fan didn't care about the corpse, and directly used the spirit fox step to the extreme and rushed towards the lake a few miles away.

Perhaps the corpse had just woken up from stimulation and was still unable to move, but it did not stop Mo Fan from leaving at all.

His consciousness was always paying attention to Mo Fan behind him, but he was not relieved.

Just because the strong death crisis still enveloped him deeply!
Four miles!

Three miles!

Two miles!

In just a few seconds, Mo Fan was getting closer and closer to the lake.

At this time, the awakened young man's body also completely recovered and stood upright from the ground.

With a ghostly smile, he stretched out his finger and pointed at Mo Fan in the distance.

A ray of black light shot out from his fingertips, piercing the sky and heading towards Mo Fan.

The black light arrived first and was behind Mo Fan in an instant.

(End of this chapter)