The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 444 Compensation for Your Losses
"Master, shall we go back now?" Sword Spirit asked Mo Huasong.

Mo Huasong shook his head, and stared coldly into the distance: "I won't go back until they get scared and dare not kill me again."

At this time, Mo Huasong didn't have to ask who was going to kill him anymore, was it possible for ordinary people to mobilize fighter jets to kill him?
As long as he went to the king of the black country, there would be nothing wrong.

So, Mo Huasong flew to Feishi, the capital of the black country.

At the same time, Mo Huasong shouted to the sky: "Listen to me, the king of the black country, if you dare to plot against me, I will kill you."

"What? Mo Batian is so awesome? How dare he even kill our king?" Some people from the Black Country didn't think so. "Does he have the ability?"

"It's hard to say. Now even the black six fighter jets can't do anything about him. What do you think our country can do about him?" Someone laughed. "It seems that there are no ninjas in our country who dare to show up to stop Mo Batian."

Sure enough, as that person said, no one dares to stop Mo Batian now.

Mo Huasong flew over from city to city, and when he got to the family over there, he immediately went in and asked them for cultivation resources.

Not much, each family wants [-] thousand-year-old ginseng equivalent value, if not given or not, Mo Huasong will kill people directly.

Once the little white sword is out, who dares to fight for the front?
Mo Ba Tianniu is not even afraid of the Black Six fighter jets, so how can he be afraid of them?
In the past few days since Mo Batian came to Hei Country, he did not know how many master martial arts masters have been killed.

Now the ninjas in the black country have suffered a lot, and they can't be as arrogant as before.

Now wherever Mo Huasong went, he would start killing if he disagreed with each other, and the surrounding area was bloody.

For Mo Huasong, the Hei Country has nothing to do now.

Use martial arts, if you can't beat it, whoever comes will die.Even if they use wheel tactics, Mo Huasong can kill hundreds of them with high martial arts ninjas in a short time.

May I ask, how many batches of hundreds of ninjas are there in the ninja world?

Now many ninja families shook their heads and refused to go when they heard that they were going to deal with Mo Batian.

Therefore, Mo Huasong returned with a full load and went directly to the capital of the black country.

"Ring ring ring." Mo Huasong's cell phone rang.

Mo Huasong took out his cell phone and saw that it was Hong Yaxuan calling.

"What's the matter with you?" Mo Huasong asked.

"Have you not returned to China yet?" Hong Yaxuan paused and explained, "It was the chief who asked me to tell you."

"Don't worry, I'll talk about it after all." Mo Huasong shook his head and hung up the phone.

It was already morning, and Mo Huasong came to a place near Feishi.

It is estimated that he will be able to reach the capital of the Black Country in less than an hour.

"Ring ring ring." Mo Huasong's cell phone rang again.

Mo Huasong thought it was Hong Yaxuan calling, and answered the phone angrily: "Are you annoying?"

"Master Batian, hello, I know I'm a bit annoying, but I have received the task assigned by the king, and I have to complete it no matter what." The other party said in a low voice.

"Who are you?" Mo Huasong realized that he had scolded wrongly. "Is this the King of the Black Country you speak of?"

"Yes, I am the envoy of the King of the Black Country, and now we want to have peace talks with you." The envoy said. "We have prepared a thousand thousand-year-old ginseng to compensate you for your spiritual loss. I wonder if this will work?"

"I don't want peace talks." Mo Huasong was stunned for a moment and asked, "Did you say a thousand thousand-year-old ginseng?"

"Yes, Master Batian, this is our limit, there is no way to raise it." The messenger said. "I hope you can feel our sincerity. In the past, some ninja families committed misdeeds, and our king didn't know about it. Please forgive him."

Mo Huasong said with a smile: "If you admit your mistake early, then nothing will happen. I am also a very easy-going person. Where are you now? Come and find me. By the way, when you come, remember to bring the one thousand A thousand-year-old ginseng."

Ba Ge, I thought you were a good talker, but it turns out that you are looking at a thousand thousand-year-old ginseng.The messenger cursed angrily in his heart.

But no matter how angry he was, he still smiled and said: "Okay, Master Batian, I know your location, I will go to find you now."

Does anyone know where Mo Huasong is now?The question is who dares to approach him?
So fierce, kill ninjas when you see them, whoever gets close will die.

Mo Huasong no longer rushed to Feishi, but rested in a hotel in a small city nearby.

There are people everywhere here, and it is estimated that the black country will not dare to mess around and launch missiles at will.

Just when Mo Huasong had just finished eating and was about to take a rest, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Come in." Mo Huasong called to the outside.

At the same time, the sword spirit flew over and opened the door.

A middle-aged man in a kimono walked in with a look of surprise on his face.

Because it was obvious that Mo Batian was inside, why the door opened directly, as if it was locked just now.

Weird, really weird.

Mo Huasong watched the middle-aged man come in and asked, "Are you a messenger? Where is the thousand-year-old ginseng?"

"Here, please check it with Master Batian." This person is the messenger, and he waved his hand hurriedly, and some ninjas came in carrying a lot of big bags.

When Mo Huasong saw those sacks, he nodded and asked, "Is it all there? Are there a thousand ginsengs with a thousand years? Don't lie to me. If there is one missing, I will trouble you."

"No less, I dare not lie to you if I lie to anyone." The envoy said hastily.

Mo Huasong checked the thousand-year-old ginseng and let them go after seeing that they were correct.

The envoy asked: "Master Batian, can the previous grievances be written off?"

"Yes, I'm easy to talk, no problem." Mo Huasong smiled.

"You're so talkative." The messenger cursed in his heart. "If you can still talk, then everyone in the world will be able to talk. There are at least a few thousand ninjas who died on you in our black country, and many of them are masters of martial arts."

The envoy didn't dare to show his face here, and hurried out with his subordinates.

Mo Huasong put those thousand-year-old ginseng into the space ring, and then let the sword spirit lock the door. "Sword Spirit, I'll take a break, you guys help me watch here."

"Master, let me help you watch, I'm very diligent." Hei Guihuo hurried out and smiled charmingly at Mo Hua.

Mo Huasong gave Hei Guihuo a blank look: "Okay, I still don't know what you're thinking? You want thousand-year-old ginseng, right?"

"That's right, master, my strength has become stronger, and it's the same reason to work hard for you." Hei Guihuo greedily thought about the thousand-year-old ginseng that Mo Huasong had just obtained.

It would be great if he could give him all the thousand thousand-year-old ginseng.

Mo Huasong took out ten ginseng and threw them to the black ghost fire, then went directly to the bed over there to rest.

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