The years when I created the ancient heaven

Chapter 59 The Truth
"Devil May Cry?"

Mo Chengjun was slightly taken aback, as if he hadn't figured it out: "You mean the crying of an evil ghost?"

"Devil's cry, to be precise, is the mournful cry of evil ghosts, the howling of ghosts and wolves, somewhat similar to the sound of a suona on a stage.

But this is a sign of the night walk of the ghosts, and it is also a battle call for the army of ghost soldiers from the yin and earth. "

The four ears explained, and tried to prick up the ears again, only to see a little bit of heaven and earth gathering together, and as the light flowed, his four ears vibrated against the wind, as if they could collect invisible sound waves from all directions.

After a long time, he said: "It is indeed the sound of Devil May Cry, but I can't be sure where it is. I only know that it is this area, even including this place where we are."

Instinctively, Mo Chengjun moved the cloud head, and flew a little further, and didn't stop until several miles away.

After arriving here, even the four ears could not hear the sound of the devil crying, but Mo Chengjun opened his ghost eyes and looked around, but found nothing in the end.

Frowning slightly, Mo Chengjun thought carefully and sorted out the information.

There is no doubt that the so-called 'Devil May Cry Sound' must be some kind of sound beyond human hearing.

Or ultrasound, or infrasound, but no matter what, it must have something to do with ghosts and ghosts.

It's just that ghosts and ghosts are involved in the mandrill story, so there must be a deeper secret, which Mo Chengjun had never thought of before.

But judging by Zhou Tian's expression, the place in front of him should never be so peaceful. All he could think of was that under the shadowy soil, there must be some situation that he didn't know yet.

This meant that he had to go to investigate after midnight, and now, he needed to go back to Yong'an City again.

There, there is another insider.

This time, he couldn't let Qian Baihu escape!
Thinking of this, Mo Chengjun directly set up the cloud head and rushed back as fast as possible.

……

Yong'an City is still the same Yong'an City, the only difference is that today's weather doesn't seem to be very good, there are dark clouds rolling in the afternoon, covering the sky.

Then, there was a layer of fog on the dark street.

The mist quickly permeated and headed towards the city. It took only a cup of tea to immerse a large area in the mist, and as time passed, it became thicker and thicker until you couldn't see your fingers.

This scene, not to mention those young people, even the elderly people were stunned.

I have lived for decades, but I have never encountered such a thing.

At the same time, the Yamen of the Demon Slaying Division, the inner hall.

Qian Li had locked himself in this inner hall for a long time, and he was full of tea, but he didn't want a second pot.

At this moment, he didn't want others to see his anxiety.

He didn't see the mist rising in the unexpected world, to be precise, he didn't look outside, but kept pacing repeatedly in the inner hall.

He knew Zhou Tian's strength, and he also knew the horror of the forces behind Zhou Tian. They had made a well-prepared ambushes, and it was impossible for them not to be able to deal with a monk.

Even if he is an inner disciple of Galaxy Sword Sect.

But at this moment, he still felt terrified, as if a catastrophe was imminent, which made it difficult for him to remain calm.

"What's going on? What's going on? What's wrong with this?"

After all, they are the hundred households of the demon slaying division, the sect disciples who have climbed up from the bottom bit by bit.

Qian Li's past experience has to be said to be extremely rich. At this time, he tried his best to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, and began to think about the problem.

Gradually, in his heart, the face of the smiling Taoist riding a donkey became more and more vivid.

It's just that, for some reason, this person's smile seems to be getting weirder and weirder.

"what!"

Qian Li woke up suddenly, uttered a panic cry, and his fat body instantly stepped back a few steps, almost falling down.

I don't know when, there is already a person sitting on the main seat in the inner hall, it is Mo Chengjun.

Qian Li was a little panicked, but in the blink of an eye, when he looked again, he saw that there were still people on the main seat.

Only then did he feel relieved, patted his chest, and said to himself: "I'm nervous, have I hallucinated?

How much trouble has Zhou Tian and the Lotus Sect caused me in this dog day? "

"Lotus Sect? What is the Lotus Sect?"

At this time, a voice sounded faintly behind him.

scare!
This time, Qian Li heard it clearly. He turned his head almost like an electric shock, and swung out his hand suddenly. The powerful force actually brought up layers of air waves, as if it could empty the sea of ​​clouds.

This palm showed his profound martial arts cultivation.

With the other hand, he is making formulas and chanting mantras, and there is a breeze, like a bone-chilling wind in the twelfth lunar month of winter, moving towards where the sound came from.

This move is a technique, not to mention how amazing it is, but the speed of performing the technique is really fast!
In such a short period of time, Qian Li has demonstrated his strength as a demon slayer.

Don't look at him as fat, but to be able to get this position is really not in vain.

It's just that all his attacks are destined to be in vain!
Because, where the sound came from, only a misty figure was scattered, and the others were tables, chairs, benches and walls that seemed to be cut by steel knives.

But when he made a bold move, a thick mist squeezed out from the cracks in the window, from the cracks in the tiles on the wall, and from under the ground, forming strips that stretched and stretched. body.

After just one blow, he was tightly bound.

Although this 'rope' is made of mist, it is actually extremely strong. Even though Qian Li is struggling hard, all his strength seems to sink into the sea of ​​sand. The more he struggles, the tighter he is bound.

At this time, Qian Li really panicked.

But what made him even more flustered was that the door of the inner hall opened, and a man riding a donkey entered with the clatter of hooves.

Qian Li blinked his eyes hard, and finally confirmed that this time it was true.

And Mo Chengjun just sat on the donkey and walked into the inner hall. When he stopped in front of Qian Li, he lowered his head slightly and looked down at him.

"You should know what it means for me to appear here? You should know why I came here?

So, I want to hear you say something I want to know?

Is it possible? "

Looking directly into Mo Chengjun's eyes, there were beads of sweat on Qian Li's forehead.

He finally knew what he was worried about. From the beginning to the end, he never found out the details of the man in front of him.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the dryness between his lips and teeth made him swallow hard.

Mo Chengjun tilted his head slightly, and said, "Looks like he's a tough guy again, I'm going to be punished a bit!"

As he said that, he straightened his body again and changed the magic spell in his hand. He saw countless ropes made of mist sliding against Qian Li's skin. It was icy cold, like countless snakes crawling on his body.

Even, some ropes slipped underneath and slowly tightened at a certain key point.

Qian Li only felt a chill welling up in his heart, and at the most critical moment, he finally shouted: "Wait!"

The voice was loud and hasty, as if afraid of slowing down.

And Mo Chengjun also stopped to save face, and asked: "Are you willing to say it?"

Qian Li asked cautiously: "I told you, can you live?"

Mo Chengjun said: "If you don't tell me, you will die ugly. But if you tell me, I can promise not to kill you first."

"Really?"

"Really, you can only gamble now. If you win, you can still live. If you lose, hehehe..."

Although Mo Chengjun said so, he still explained: "Actually, I really don't care what you are doing? What Lotus Sect? What ghosts and ghosts?
I only care about Ba Ling'er, as long as I find him and bring him back to Xinghe Jianzong, my goal will be achieved.

But why are you not cooperating at all? "

Qian Li asked hesitantly: "Um, uh, uh, are you really from Xinghe Jianzong?"

Mo Chengjun was speechless: "Why can't I belong to Galaxy Sword Sect?
Everyone is a monk, I think I am very honest, why do you doubt it? "

Qian Li turned his head, and seemed to be pointing around, saying: "But this is a magic technique, the method of cloud and mist.

With this attainment, I don't think anyone will doubt you saying that you belong to the Wulan Immortal Sect.

And fellow Taoists of Galaxy Sword Sect, shouldn't they be using flying swords? "

Mo Chengjun's face turned black again, it was completely black, he didn't talk nonsense, he opened his mouth and spit out the sword pill, circled around his body and then retracted it, while he took out another identity token with his backhand, threw it up and down throw.

"This time, do you still have any questions?"

"Really, true biography?"

"True legend!"

"It's not the inner door!"

"Don't fool you like this, can you lower your guard?"

What about honesty?

hehehe...

Qian Li cursed secretly in his heart, but he still tried his best to say: "Okay! One last question, what about Zhou Tian and the others?"

"died!"

This time, Mo Chengjun really understood that Qian Li and Zhou Tian were definitely not from the same group. They should be related, but they would not come from the same organization.

Because, the fat man in front of him doesn't have Zhou Tian's decisive and bachelor's temperament, committing suicide at the slightest disagreement, not everyone can do it.

But this time, Qian Li also knew that he had hit the iron plate, and he no longer had any chances, so he poured out everything he knew.

So, about half an hour later, Mo Chengjun finally knew what happened.

First of all, a mandrill did come to Yong'an City to wreak havoc, slaughtering several villages, killing many people, and eating many people.

And the demon slayer also made a move, but he had never fought, and the loss was heavy!
Of course, the reason for not fighting is not the mandrill, but the subsequent owner.

That's right, mandrills are raised by humans, just like raising a spirit beast.

Ordinary people keep a dog at home, and they need to let it out for activities after a long time. Although this mandrill is a pet, it also needs to be pulled out for a walk, so there were tragedies in several villages, and the task of Xinghe Jianzong was listed!
Of course, when sending the message to Xinghe Jianzong, they didn't know that the mandrill had an owner, they just thought it was lost to the mandrill.

It can be called dead without knowing why!

As for Zhou Tian, ​​he actually has nothing to do with this matter. He is a member of the Lotus Sect, a well-known cult organization, which is said to have originated from the Great Xia Dynasty.

He came to Yong'an City and pretended to be Zhou Tian. It was not the mandrill that approached Qian Liwei, but the homeless people after the mandrill ravaged.

Yes, they are human traffickers!
As for where to traffic people?
What is it for?

What are you doing?
Qian Li said that he didn't know, he only knew that the Lotus Sect behind Zhou Tian was terrifying, and it was the key target of the Daxuan Dynasty.

In fact, he was very aware of the risks of this cooperation, but he couldn't refuse, because the other party made a promise, a secret record, a secret record of the wind method lost by the Fufeng Sect, "Great Peng Fufeng Jue".

This was a temptation that Qian Li could not refuse, and in the end, he agreed.

He then transfers the population for them.

However, it has to be said that their luck was really bad, and they were inadvertently broken by someone in the first transfer, and that person was Baling'er who had just arrived.

He sensed something was wrong, but he hadn't suspected Qian Li's body before, and then, Qian Li and Zhou Tiankeng went to that place outside the city.

Of course, they concealed the news that 'the mandrill has an owner'.

Hearing this, Mo Chengjun finally understood, he was a little surprised, but also a little clear: "What do you mean, there is a ghost city there?"

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