On the long street, ordinary people who lost their will were wandering in groups of three or three.

Their eyes were pale and their pupils were not visible. They swung back and forth with invisible thin lines like puppets that had lost their souls. Their limbs were rhythmic in extremely inconsistent forms, looking extremely strange.

Suddenly a sword light flashed, and several "puppets" approaching were cut off.

Mo Yun turned around, untied the rope that tied Mount Molu with his blade, and helped him restore his movement with his true energy.

"Young Master, please leave."

Molushan suddenly spoke.

"What?" Mo Yun was stunned, "We still have time!"

"You will not run far with me."

Molushan said firmly, "Only if you survive, we will die worthwhile, do you understand?"

"Since I've come out, I never thought of going back alive."

Mo Yun said calmly, "Let's go together."

"good."

Molushan gritted his teeth and looked at the calm and gentle Mo Yun in front of him. He couldn't speak for a moment, but just supported his weak arm and ran towards the end of the long street with Mo Yun.

The rest of the Mo family, Mo Yun helped them untie the ropes and let them escape with their lives.

He had already planned that as long as he killed the green face and bull head outside in a very short time and could restrain Wen Shuling's mental control, there would be a chance!

He can use this time difference to hide in the next place!

He supported Molu Mountain and the two of them quickly left the street.

Wen Shuling disappeared after he killed Qingmian just now, and I don’t know where he went.

Mo Yun ran and confirmed that no one was catching up with him, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, he felt Molushan's body sink and fall down suddenly.

"hiss……"

The wound on Mo Yun's body was slightly painful. He stopped and looked at Molushan:

"What’s wrong with you?"

His gaze suddenly frozen.

A long sword had passed through Molushan's back at some point, and blood slowly oozed out along the tip of the sword.

Molushan wanted to speak, but his mouth was covered with blood foam with bubbles, and he could no longer say the complete words.

"You... go..."

Mo Yun felt his heart fall suddenly, as if he had fallen into the abyss of darkness.

He took a few steps back in a daze and looked behind him.

At some point, two women were already standing behind him.

The two women have slim figures and pretty appearances, but one of them has cold and deep eyes like a deep pool, the other has thick red makeup on their faces, their cheeks are red, and there are tear-shaped decorations in the shape of sword blades on both sides of their eyes.

The two of them looked at him quietly, not sure how long they had been watching.

“Excellent, really wonderful.”

Jiang Xunqing outlined a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, "Young Master Mo is so nice to his own people. He would rather lose the chance to escape than abandon his friends and relatives."

Wen Shuling, who was standing beside her, had no expression on her face, as if she was a cold and lifeless object.

"When did you come?"

Mo Yun let go of the hand holding Molushan's body, let his body fall to the ground, then turned his head and looked at her calmly.

"You seem to have changed."

Jiang Xunqing looked at Mo Yun's eyes thoughtfully. She could not see anger, sadness, fear, and peace.

Shocking peace.

"I just suddenly understood something, I understood what kind of person I want to be." Mo Yun said.

"I came when you killed Qingmian." Jiang Xunqing smiled, "I'm very happy to be able to enjoy this wonderful drama."

"Yeah?"

Mo Yun said nothing, suddenly raised his hand and suddenly slashed at Jiang Xunqing.

The sword light was as fierce as the sun.

Jiang Xunqing stretched out a pair of white hands and gently put his fingers together.

It's so cool.

The fingers collided with the sword light, and a golden iron clash occurred. In Mo Yun's slightly surprised gaze, Jiang Xunqing actually used two fingers to clamp the sword light in the middle.

"It's useless, you..."

Jiang Xunqing raised his head and suddenly realized that Mo Yun in front of him had disappeared in the shadow around the corner.

"Haha, this person is so interesting." She chuckled.

A few seconds later, a loud bang suddenly came from the other end of the street, followed by a kite with a broken string, flying out from the invisible other side and hitting the wall on the left.

boom!

The figure knocked several cracks out of the walls.

Mo Yun spit out a mouthful of blood, feeling that his limbs were so severely painful as if they were broken. His whole body seemed to be dispersed by the sudden blow just now, and he had no strength to stand up again.

The most terrifying thing is that he didn't see clearly who took action or how he took action, and he was already knocked away!

It's him!

It must be him!

Mo Yun was shocked. In Maolin City today, there was only one person who could have such strength, and that was the mastermind behind the scenes!

The powerful ghost sect who seriously injured the city lord!

Sure enough, the next moment, he saw a man wearing a regular black cloth gown slowly walking out from the corner.

Although he walked very slowly, every step seemed to be covered with wind and snow. As he walked step by step, the space around him seemed to be twisted, and his whole person was like a twisted demon with light, exuding an indescribable momentum.

What surprised Mo Yun was that the man was much younger than he thought, and he was definitely not middle-aged. He was only in his twenties and no more than thirty years old at most.

An ordinary face was covered with ferocious scars, but when you looked around, you exuded a tremendous power that made you afraid to look directly at it.

The man glanced at him lightly, turned his head, looked at Jiang Xunqing, and asked:

"What you said before was him?"

"Yes."

Jiang Xunqing had already quietly walked over at some point. Looking at Mo Yun, who was lying on the ground and leaning against the wall, he said with a smile.

"It's really good. My character is good and my talent is okay."

The man nodded calmly, "When I was at his age, I knew nothing, I was weak and innocent, far inferior to him."

"pity……"

The man suddenly sighed, "What determines the final achievement is often not talent and character, but fate."

Mo Yun knew that he had completely fallen into the other party's hands and had no power to resist, so he simply stopped moving and just listened quietly to the two of them.

"The ceremony has been fully arranged, and the three important nodes have all fallen into our hands. As long as the formation is opened, the blood sacrifice ceremony can be started."

Jiang Xunqing's eyes flashed and he looked at the man.

"What are you waiting for?" the man said calmly.

"What should he do?" Jiang Xunqing pointed at Mo Yun.

"He? Like me, he is surrounded by fate and forced to move forward."

Mo Yun didn't know if he had read it wrong, but a subtle smile seemed to flash across the man's face.

Before he could react, he saw a hand holding his collar.

Buzz!

Mo Yun felt dizzy and his whole body was lifted up by this big hand and soared into the air, as if he was flying in the air, with only the whistling sound of wind in his ears.

Because of the speed too fast, the strong sense of weightlessness made him feel like he was floating in the air and falling constantly.

All I could hear was the violent rustling of wind in my ears, and my eyes were in chaos, flashing everywhere, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

After everything settled down, Mo Yun saw the big hand in front of him suddenly retracted, and he rolled around the ground like a ball, and then leaned against a wall.

This is no longer a long street in the outer city, but a strange courtyard.

The man I had just met stood with his hands behind his back to him.

Jiang Xunqing, beside him, looked over with a smile, as if asking him with his eyes how he felt just now.
To be continued...