Time returns to the present.

Underground caves, in passages.

In the flash of lightning, Mo Yun had already rushed to the people of the secret sect that were chasing him.

One of them was wearing a black robe and a thin young believer who ran the fastest.

"Finished! I'm the first to catch her!"

Han Sheng became more and more excited as he ran. Thinking of the woman's face, he felt a hot flame rising from his lower abdomen, and he felt more and more impatient.

As soon as Mo Yun appeared in front of him, he rushed up suddenly without carefully distinguishing the man and woman. He grabbed Mo Yun's arm and shouted excitedly: "I am the first one!"

Han Sheng seemed to have seen the woman's exquisite and beautiful face, which was whining to him.

Thinking of this, his blood was boiling.

“…”

No one responded.

Han Qian turned his head and suddenly found that the companions following him showed strange expressions and stopped.

"You idiots! You don't have any credit for it!"

He looked back at the people who stopped behind him and laughed loudly.

"Well……"

There was a silence behind, and a kind-hearted believer stretched out his finger and shook his back.

Han Yu thought this man wanted him to let Sali go, and sneered:

"Don't think about it! When the priest has finished enjoying it, it will be my turn first!"

Han Qi turned his head excitedly, touched Mo Yun's arm, rubbed it with his fingers, and said excitedly:

"Tsk tsk tsk, this feel...this muscle..."

He suddenly stopped and raised his head blankly.

A pair of dark and cold eyes were staring at him coldly.

"Well……"

Han Qi looked down at his hand that he grabbed Mo Yun, then looked up at Mo Yun's face, and then saw the spear in Mo Yun's other hand, with sticky reddish-brown liquid drops on it.

The bloody smell and murderous aura instantly enveloped him.

Han Xuan shivered all over. He had seen Mo Yun killing before.

He almost pissed his pants at that time...

A look of crying appeared on the ugly face of the black-robed cultivator.

"This is a misunderstanding..."

He suddenly raised his other hand and patted off the other hand that grabbed Mo Yun's arm.

Then he didn't even look at it, turned his head and ran away without daring to turn his head back.

"No! I don't want to die here!"

He suddenly stopped.

"Puff."

A little silver light came out from his throat.

The body of the black-robed cultist fell to the ground with a plop.

Mo Yun took back his spear and looked at a group of black-robed cultists holding weapons on the opposite side with expressionless face.

"Damn it! Come together!"

"Don't be afraid, he's only one!"

Everyone on the opposite side was shocked, and then they raised their weapons and rushed forward.

In an instant, a group of hideous churchgoers flocked to him.

"Brush brush--"

Mo Yun raised his spear, picked up the body of the black-robed scholar on the ground, and threw it directly over.

"Bang!"

The body knocked down several churchgoers in a row.

Immediately afterwards, the cold light flashed continuously.

"Puchi, puchi."

The spear turned into a series of shadows, and each hit the vital points of the black-robed cultist.

The spear has an especially advantage in such long-distance battles. Before the black-robed cultivators on the opposite side have reached their attack distance, they will be stabbed by Mo Yun's spear. Moreover, he specifically targets key parts such as the throat and the heart. Once they are stabbed, they will often die immediately, so the battle is almost one-sided.

"I thought of a way, maybe I can try it."

Mo Yun suddenly stopped.

"What?" Shari looked at him in a daze.

"so……"

Mo Yun leaned over and leaned closer to her ears.

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On the other side, Chi Muyun ran along the dark tunnel.

She didn't meet anyone along the way.

"It seems Shari is on the other side."

She thought while moving forward quickly.

Not long after, a little light appeared in front of her eyes.

She first approached the exit carefully and confirmed that there was no danger or ambush around her before rushing out of the cave.

“What is this place!”

She looked around the wide underground hall with shock. There were dark cave exits on the walls in all directions. From somewhere, a cold and cool cold wind was blowing. There was a huge stone pillar in the middle of the hall. A man in a black robe and mask was standing in front of the stone pillar, folding his hands together, praying for something.

This person is the priest I have seen before.

"Have Mo Yun not come out yet?"

Chi Muyun's pupils shrank, and then he found a group of black-robed monks holding torches next to the priest. It seemed that roughly estimated that there were about dozens of people holding sharp knives and sharp blades, with bad expressions.

Since she did not expect that the hall outside would be so empty, she was soon exposed to the sight of the believers.

"Master Priest!"

A believer immediately shouted:

"That female outsider appears again!"

The priest on the opposite side slowly turned his head and locked his eyes on Chi Muyun.

Suddenly, a cold breath surrounded her.

"What should I do? Should I retreat or advance?"

Chi Muyun's heart suddenly tightened, and her hands slightly squeezed, and a few silver lights flashed out.

But a few seconds later, the silence was broken, and more than a dozen churchgoers in black robes ran out of the hole on the other side, like a stray dog.

Immediately afterwards, two figures appeared in Chi Muyun's sight.

It is Mo Yun and Shali!

After seeing Chi Muyun, Mo Yun's eyes lit up and they immediately gathered together.

"It's just right, let's deal with it together."

The priest could not hear the sound of joy and anger and sounded again.

Meanwhile, from the entrance of the cave on the other side, dozens of black-robed cultists holding torches were fishing out.

The leader is a tall and thin young man. He is naked and has a strange tattoo with colorful paint on his chest and back. It is Mess!

Metz sneered and turned his eyes to him.
Chapter completed!