Li Mo pointed to the empty seat next to him and said calmly.

"Boy, who are you? How dare you stand up for him?"

Qian Yaodong's eyes passed over the stubborn young man and fell directly on Li Mo.

"What? You bought this building? Why don't you let me sit if I have an empty seat?"

Li Mo glanced sideways and said calmly: "You are a disciple of Duwang Mountain. If you are really so heroic and bring one hundred thousand taels of silver, even if he doesn't sit down, I will give you this seat."

Every word is resounding, echoing in Wangtian Tower.

The eyes turned back to Qian Yaodong's face. Who would have thought that this unknown person who suddenly appeared not only did not pick up the fight, but also made such a "compromise".

Qian Yaodong was stunned for a moment, and his expression suddenly darkened.

"Why aren't you talking? No money? Why are you pretending to be cool if you don't have money?" Li Mo said calmly.

"you……"

Qian Yaodong's face turned red and he looked at Li Mo coldly. In an instant, he suppressed his anger. Han Che's eyes were like looking at a dead person.

"Brother Taoist, thank you for rescuing me."

The dull boy walked to the table and saluted Li Mo.

"It doesn't matter, I'm just not used to occupying seats with malicious intent." Li Mo glanced sideways and said calmly.

"My name is Qin Zangzhuo, and I come from Holding Sword Mountain." The young man said, and sat down at Li Mo's signal.

"Zangzhuo?"

Li Mo glanced at the other party, but his expression was strange.

This Qin Zangzhuo seemed to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, and his strength was average, only at the seventh level of the Inner Breath Realm.

With such strength, it is really unbelievable to be able to advance to the Xuantian Pavilion. After all, not everyone is as lucky as Hong Xiaofu.

"Brother Li, be careful..."

Master Ji came closer to Li Mo and lowered his voice.

"Duwang Mountain is one of the top 100 mountain gates in the world. It is the second most powerful mountain gate. The most important thing is that their killing methods are hard to guard against..."

Having said this, Master Ji paused for a moment and subconsciously looked at Qian Yaodong sitting far away, who was staring at their table.

"I heard that Qian Yaodong was once recognized by the [Seven Killers of Poisonous Silkworms]. This is an extremely terrifying monster and is enshrined by Poison King Mountain." Master Ji said solemnly.

"If he has murderous intentions, let alone ordinary people, even if he is a level higher than him, he may not be able to guard against it."

Qian Yaodong is a master of the seven-inch realm. If he were to attack secretly, even the lives of the eight-inch realm would be on the line. If he paid a certain price, he could even threaten the masters of the nine-inch realm.

This is the horror of the descendants of Poison King Mountain.

"Seven poisonous silkworms!?" Li Mo murmured softly.

Suddenly, his body swayed, and he felt a little dizzy. His spiritual sense inside his body trembled violently, and an icy cold air penetrated his body, almost destroying his spiritual sense.

"This is……"

Li Mo was horrified and alert, and felt an invisible spiritual sense coming in silently.

In a daze, he saw a fat black silkworm, spraying out rancid air, trying to get into his body.

"poison!?"

Li Mo reacted instantly. He did not expect that the spiritual sense could be turned into poison, killing people from a distance, directly entering the body orifices, and obliterating the opponent's spiritual sense.

Obviously, this is the power of [Seven Kills of Poisonous Silkworms] mentioned by Master Ji.

"court death."

Li Mo's eyes widened, and he suddenly shouted in his heart.

In an instant, his eroded spiritual senses suddenly gathered together, and in his trance, a fat silkworm appeared, plump and chubby, just like waste, with its whole body exuding a colorful luster.

"This...this is..."

In an instant, Qian Yaodong's complexion suddenly changed, and he instinctively felt deep fear. With a thought in his mind, he wanted his spiritual consciousness to return to his body.

At this moment, the plump waste baby pounced forward, opened its big mouth, and swallowed the black silkworm into its belly.

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Suddenly, Qian Yaodong screamed and stood up suddenly.

Everyone looked up and saw that the descendant of Duwang Mountain was bleeding from all his orifices, and he fell straight down under the look of horrified eyes.

"What...what's going on?"

Someone whispered, and he hurried forward to check, and as soon as he touched his hand, he showed horrified affection.

"He...he's dead!?"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was in an uproar, and even Master Ji and Qin Zangzhuo showed strange expressions.

"Oh my god, if you occupy a seat these days, someone will die... Cruel God."

Li Mo proclaimed his compassion and couldn't help but sigh.

…

At this time, Wangxuan City was eight hundred miles away.

A huge copper cart was driving on a narrow mountain road. The heavy weight caused the ground to crack and the gravel to slide down continuously.

There is a coffin lying horizontally on the copper cart. It is made of black iron and has a strange style. It is printed with strange patterns of clouds covering the sky.

"Senior brother, eight hundred miles ahead is Wangxuan City."

At this moment, a young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes walked to the side of the copper cart and respectfully worshiped the black iron coffin.

As a disciple of Martial Arts Mountain, he was full of respect for the being lying in the coffin.

There is no other reason, just because he is the strongest among the disciples of this generation in Martial Arts Mountain...

Jiang Chen!!!

"I don't know if that person... will come."

At this moment, an indifferent voice slowly came from the black iron coffin.

"Senior brother is saying... Bei Shaxuan..." The expression of the young man with sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes changed slightly, and he did not even dare to recite his name directly.

"That person said...she has not set foot in the capital for eighteen years..."

"Bei Sha...has been to the capital!?"

"That happened a long time ago...Eighteen years ago...there were five of the Eight Great Demon Immortals in the world, and they were in the capital..."
Chapter completed!