Obviously, it is not suitable for Li Mo to clash with the criminals of [Xingmen] and [Prison Gate].

"Are Hongmen and Wumen the only ones left?" Li Mo asked.

He had participated in Wumen Shen Nanqing's [Sword Club], swallowed the demon sword Ye Cry, and even shattered the opponent's first-grade sword. Strictly speaking, he had a relationship, but he was not as unrelenting as the Lingmen.

"Wumen is the armed force of Xuantian Pavilion, responsible for supervising the mountain gates outside the capital and the movements of demons and ghosts." Xiao Yunfeng said solemnly.

All the mountain gates in the world are under the supervision of the martial arts gate.

Like before, the review team stationed in Tianchan Mountain was led by Wumen.

In addition, in the various state capitals, if there is a serious demon or ghost somewhere, Wumen is responsible for sending experts to surrender and suppress it.

"You mean, if I join Wumen, I will have to..."

"On business trip!?"

"Um!?"

Xiao Yunfeng was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Li Mo with a strange expression.

"As expected of the new leader, his thinking is different from ordinary people."

"Humans... When you go out, accidents are inevitable..." Xiao Yunfeng's words stopped abruptly.

Li Mo's eyes narrowed slightly and he remained silent. After a long while, he raised his head and said.

"So you already had the idea to let me join Hongmen?"

"After all my calculations, Hongmen is the best fit for you." Xiao Yunfeng said solemnly.

"Why?"

"Hong Bo Tao Tao returned to the ruins... This is the origin of Hongmen." Xiao Yunfeng said lightly.

"You mean..." Li Mo's heart moved slightly, as if he had guessed something.

"The establishment of Hongmen is to track down the traces of Guixu. Hongmen is responsible for all matters involving Guixu."

Xiao Yunfeng's eyes darkened slightly, and he whispered: "You and the Overbearing Sword Seed let Wu Xiang leak the truth in Fumo Palace... He is the descendant of Tianchan Mountain, and Guixu doesn't know how much he paid to cultivate such a dark soul. Chess is just gone."

"Perhaps you have already been targeted by Guixu."

"If you enter Hongmen, you may be temporarily safe."

Xiao Yunfeng solemnly reminded: "Guixu is much scarier than the Lingmen gang. When our old man was young, he once encountered the masters of Guixu and almost lost his life."

What Xiao Yunfeng was talking about was naturally the Duke Ning, one of the six great princes and the pillar of the current dynasty.

More than 900 years ago, Shenzong destroyed the law and swept the world. Countless mountain gates were destroyed and countless demons and ghosts were in chaos.

Those survivors were all powerful men in the world who had escaped the catastrophe. They could not defeat the invincible Shenzong, so they went overseas and founded Guixu.

Even Han Qi, the first generation leader of Ling Sect, joined Guixu and became one of the founders.

For more than 900 years, Xuantian Pavilion has long been the state religion of Daqian, but it is still unable to find the location of Guixu and destroy it. Its power can be imagined.

"Of course, there is another most important reason why I suggest you join Hongmen."

"What?" Li Mo was stunned and asked subconsciously.

"Your origin."

"Born!?" Li Mo's eyes widened with confusion.

…

Beijing.

Xuantian Pavilion, Hongmen.

In the ancient hall, incense is lingering, and twelve tablets are enshrined on the solemn and majestic altar.

Over the past nine hundred years, Hongmen has produced a total of thirteen sect masters, twelve of whom are already enshrined here.

"Li Mo...is this the little guy who killed the kid from Martial Arts Mountain?"

At this moment, a lazy voice sounded in the cold hall.

A round figure stood in front of the altar, lighting the fragrance in his hands by candlelight.

"Master, Martial Arts Mountain is very worried about this. This is a private fight and should be severely punished."

Next to him, a thin middle-aged man said calmly, with a hint of awe in his condensed eyes.

The round figure in front of him was clearly the leader of Hongmen [Gu Pingfan].

"A bunch of old deadbeats who can't afford to play."

Cold laughter sounded in front of the memorial tablets of past sect masters, revealing deep ridicule and disdain.

"Master, Li Mo's background..." The thin middle-aged man hesitated to speak.

"Yeah...people from Luofu Mountain...will always bring trouble...pot, pot..."

Gu Pingfan held three scented flowers in his hands, sighed softly, and walked to one of the tablets.

"It's exactly the same as the seventh generation."

As he spoke, Gu Pingfan offered the three scented plants in his hand. In the lingering incense, the seal script on the dark tablet was clearly visible, and it read:
Chapter completed!