Journey to the West: Asking the Heavens

Chapter 165 Caravan
"Kunlun faction!"

The black mountain old demon frowned slightly, and he said: "Okay, boy, I will let you go for the sake of your master, you can come with me!"

In the past, it didn't matter whether he was Kunlun or not, as long as a stranger strayed into the underworld, the Black Mountain old demon would kill him if he kept it. Now the reason why he let Mo Yuan go is because he couldn't bear to part with this clone!
Right now, he can't move his body at all. Without this avatar in the Yuanshen realm, he might not be able to deal with the right and wrong in the eastern region of the underworld. This is the fundamental reason why he let Mo Yuan go!
Mo Yuan didn't know all these reasons, he only knew one thing, he could definitely escape!

This has nothing to do with Zhiqiu Yiye, or anything with the Kunlun Sect, it has nothing to do with his own strength!

The law of the jungle is the rule of the universe. Mo Yuan is not a weak person. If he really fights to the death, he has no scruples. He fully urges the power of the Zhou Tian Xing Dou formation, and even the real immortals will retreat. This is his Confidence!
"Then I'd rather be respectful than obedient!" Mo Yuan smiled and stood up.

The Black Mountain old demon snorted coldly, and stretched out his hand to take a picture. The giant monument of Huangquan on that side shrank to the size of a palm in an instant, and fell into his sleeve. After that, his figure flickered, and he turned into a puff of black smoke and headed eastward. .

Mo Yuan's magic power circulated, and his whole body soared into the sky, and followed the track of the Black Mountain old demon!
……

In Dachen Country, somewhere in a barren hill.

"Squeak... squeak..."

On the official road, the dust was flying, and several carriages moved forward slowly and orderly, but it was a caravan of more than a hundred people.

It was midsummer at this time, and the weather was extremely hot, but the dozen or so horse-riding guards in front of the carriage didn't break a single drop of sweat, obviously they were Lian Jiazi!
"Shut up!"

Suddenly, a big man walking in the front reined in the horse's head, raised his right arm high, and the whole caravan stopped immediately when they saw this signal.

The big man dismounted from his horse, drew out a long knife, and cautiously poked towards the grass in front of him. Two of the knights also followed him, guarding him with extreme vigilance.

The leading burly man poked open the bushes with a knife, took a closer look, and immediately relaxed.

But he saw a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old lying in the grass, his face was pale, blood was on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were closed tightly, motionless, he didn't know whether he was dead or in a coma.

"Hey, Master Qianhu is so vigilant, and his subordinates think someone is lying in ambush along the road, but he is an injured boy!" A person behind the big man said relaxedly.

"Call me Zuo Biaotou!"

The big man frowned, and his tone was rather severe, he said: "You must not reveal your identity during this trip, if there is another time, you will definitely be punished severely!"

"This subordinate is guilty!" The guard who spoke, saw the big man getting angry, and immediately succumbed.

The man surnamed Zuo nodded and said, "Go, see if it's dead or alive!"

The guard hurriedly walked to the side of the young man on the ground, poked his fingers in front of his breath, and then said: "Boss, you're still alive!"

Still angry?
The man surnamed Zuo was a little at a loss. In all honesty, he wanted to save him, but this trip was of great importance. He could decide whether to save or not!
Just at this time, a middle-aged man with a white face and beardless, cold temperament came over, and said in a sharp voice: "Left Escort, Second Young Master asked the old slave to ask, what happened and why did you stop?"

"Mr. Wang!"

The man surnamed Zuo gave a salute, and then said: "Look, this young man is lying here seriously injured, shall we save him or not?"

"Severely injured?"

Mr. Wang glanced lightly at the young man on the ground, and said, "It's fate that this kid bumped into us. The second son is always kind, so let's take it with him."

"Follow Mr. Wang's order!"

The big man surnamed Zuo made a bow, Mr. Wang nodded, then walked away slowly with his hands behind his back.

"What are you two still doing in a daze, hurry up and put this young man on the carriage behind!" Zuo ordered.

The two people behind him responded, and then picked up the boy on the ground.

"Cough cough..."

In the dim consciousness, a warm current suddenly rose from Mo Yuan's abdomen, and there was still traces of scorching hot and bitter liquid in his throat. When Mo Yuan woke up, he couldn't help but began to cough.

"Boy, are you okay!"

A rough voice came suddenly, Mo Yuan took a closer look, but saw that he was in a tent, and in front of him was a big man with a rough appearance, holding a medicine bowl in his hand, he must have been feeding himself medicine just now.

"Ahem...it's okay...it's okay..."

Mo Yuan waved his hand weakly, indicating that he was fine.

The man smiled and said: "You are really lucky, your internal organs have been injured, and many meridians have been broken. If you hadn't met the second son, where would you have these precious medicinal materials to hang your life!"

After coughing twice, Mo Yuan's breath calmed down, and he said: "Then I would like to thank the Second Young Master and Your Excellency, I don't know the names of Your Excellency and the Second Young Master, I will repay you in the future!"

"You still want to repay, your injuries are serious, even if you recover, you will be a useless person for the rest of your life."

The big man put down the medicine bowl and said, "You can take the medicine yourself when you can move, I have to inspect the camp."

After saying that, he got up and walked outside.

Mo Yuan hurriedly asked again: "Dare to ask your Excellency and the second son's name!"

"My surname is Zuo. You can call me Zuo Escort. As for the Second Young Master, you are not qualified to know his name, and he doesn't need your reward."

The big man left the last sentence and disappeared into the tent.

"Left Escort, Second Young Master?"

Mo Yuan read the two names once, but he didn't have any impression at all.In the world of A Chinese Ghost Story, there are no second sons, but there is one with the surname Zuo, but it is Zuo Qianhu!
"It doesn't matter who he is, as long as he has a chance to repay him a little bit."

Mo Yuan left the man aside, sat cross-legged, and began to inhale spiritual energy to repair his injuries.

The body was seriously injured, and in the underworld, he used the power of Nandou Beidou to fight against the old black mountain demon. Mo Yuan couldn't hold on at that time.

Later, when he came out from the exit of the underworld, Mo Yuansheng was afraid that the old black mountain demon would change his mind and pursue him again. He didn't want to risk his life, so he cast his magic power and found a random direction to escape far away.

Unexpectedly, the injury deteriorated faster than he imagined, and he fell to the ground before flying more than a hundred miles, unconscious.

Fortunately, after all, he is a strong man with golden core, and his tenacious vitality is far beyond that of ordinary people. Although the injury is serious, it is not fatal, and it is not difficult to recover after slow cultivation.

The aura of heaven and earth gathered on Mo Yuan's body, gradually repairing his injuries.

In a tent in the center of the camp, a Taoist sitting cross-legged in the corner suddenly opened his eyes, looked in the direction where Mo Yuan was, and said strangely: "Is there a practitioner?"

"Master Zhang, what did you say?"

There was another person in the tent, but it was a young man in brocade clothes in his twenties, he was full of nobility, he was sitting at the table reading, when he heard the Taoist talking, he asked immediately.

The Taoist stood up and said: "Your Highness, there is a wave of spiritual energy, as if there are monks practicing in the camp, but His Majesty sent others to protect you?"

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(End of this chapter)