Mortals: The Daily Life of Hidden Moon Sect

Chapter 311 Assassination
This is normal.

After all, this is a monk in the Nascent Soul Stage.

No matter where it is, this is an existence that people look up to.

What's more, these are still two Nascent Soul stage monks.

And what made Lin Mo's complexion change slightly was the young Taoist priest wearing a crane shirt!

It is extremely young, but it is quite similar to the real Miaohe who chased and killed him back then.

Obviously this person has been reborn.

His appearance remained the same, so he wasn't too surprised.

There is nothing strange about Lin Mo. There are many secret techniques about permanently changing the face and body in the world of immortality.

Moreover, monks who have taken home and reborn will subconsciously adjust back to their original appearance.

On the one hand, people discover the matter of seizing the house.

Although seizing homes is not forbidden among high-ranking monks, spreading the word will always have a slight impact on reputation.

And although the real Miaohe looks similar to before, he is much younger.

Looking at this appearance, it is obvious that it has played the role of fixing the face.

Accompanied by several bright purple lights flashing across the pitch-black night.

Lin Mo's complexion was normal, his body flickered, and he disappeared in an instant and settled down in place.

And when the figure reappeared, it had already appeared outside the Liulian Hall.

Master Miaohe and another yellow-robed monk who were not far away kept looking at Lin Mo.

Obviously, he was quite curious about Lin Mo's attire.

Especially Lin Mo's powerful strength.

Even so, the two didn't think much about it, and led a few alchemy monks behind them.

Walk towards the city center.

It seems that it is really just passing through the shop of Liuliandian.

At the same time, Master Miaohe and the old man in yellow robe not far away moved their lips slightly, but did not make the slightest sound.

Obviously talking about something using the technique of sound transmission.

And these voices were naturally not hidden from Lin Mo.

Lin Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Master Miaohe who was leaving in the distance, smiled and shook his head.

Immediately, a magnificent attic appeared in front of my eyes.

Without any delay, Lin Mo entered these attics and exchanged some magic weapon materials that he didn't need into spirit stones one by one.

For Lin Mo, the best way to improve his strength now is to use a lot of spirit stones.

When Lin Mo walked out of the fifth store with satisfaction, he had collected magic weapons, high treasures, and more than 100 high-level stones in exchange for some precious materials.

But as soon as he came out, there were many unidentified decisive investigations around him.Although all of them were as if nothing had happened, there was something strange in their eyes.

Lin Mo sneered, immediately canceled the original plan, and walked out of the room arrogantly along the road.Finally out of the stone city.

Most of the monks followed Lin Mo out of the city gate reclusively, but soon began to look at each other.

Later, he said again: "I am your master, I am your master."

These monks naturally fell into chaos.

They saw Lin Mo frequently going in and out of many stores, and every time he was sent away respectfully by the owner, they followed him in their hearts.

Although Lin Mozhang's old man is a decisive late rhetoric, these people will not really stand idly by the temptation of big interests.There are even people who have discussed joining forces in advance.

After Lin Mo's mysterious disappearance, several monks were dumbfounded and searched the vicinity for a period of time, but without any results, they returned to Shicheng sullenly.

Not long after they left, at the high altitude where Lin Mo disappeared, a blue light flickered, and a figure appeared indistinctly.Soon, the light gathered from the body, and the shadow solidified. Surprisingly, Lin Mo returned to his original face.

Ren Mo looked at Shi Cheng with a smile on his lips.

If he had no other plans, he didn't want to know it existed until then.He will never let go of the monks who follow him.

It is fortunate that they failed to see through Lin Mo's concealment technique.But these decisive investigators will not shy away from annihilating the entire army.

Lin Mo looked around in the sky, determined a direction, and turned into a blue light.

After a while, a blue light fell on the flat ground between the two mountains surrounding the village.

Not only are the birds singing and the fragrance of flowers faint and strange, but there are also some dense mountain fogs that linger together.

Lin looked around and nodded slightly.

When he raised his hand, he raised a colorful flag and emitted ten beams of light, which disappeared to the surroundings without even seeing the shadows.

The white mist rose from the ground and merged with the water mist on the mountains and plains, and could no longer be separated.

Clouds buried in fog.

Covered with the concealment method, Lin Mo really slapped a certain spirit cloud beast pocket on his waist in the mist. "Park Jong-hwa, Imjin Japanese Rebellion"

As soon as the buzzing sound was heard, thousands of gold-eating bugs came out of the pocket like a swarm of bees, forming a cloud of gold and floating around.

Lin Mo sat cross-legged, muttering to himself quietly.There is a green light shining on his body.

With a sound of "dong", the insect cloud turned into golden flowers and flew in all directions.

Almost at the same time, Lin Mo suddenly opened his eyes, which first flickered strangely, and then darkened strangely.

This is a "Da Yanshu" performed by Lin Mo when he fell into the Devil's Valley.

This is a supernatural power that he only comprehended with the help of Dayanjue.

It can evolve most of its own consciousness into thousands of pieces.A short stop on Jin Tanzhong is like having thousands of extra eyes and ears in an hour.

This new type of Huatian stele technique is specious to Lin Mo's previous technique of divine memory.

One is to divide the knowledge of many gods into many small gods at a time. Through exploration, things that gods cannot do must be completed under the command of gods, and cannot exceed a certain range.Otherwise the gods can recycle it themselves.

The other is to stick the avatar on the spiritual object, and the avatar can direct the spiritual object to work flexibly according to the prior order. The original god does not interfere, and can even directly command the sacrificial spirit insects or beasts to attack the enemy.To a certain extent, there are the same subtleties as Avatar.

And, if time is short, the distance from the perpetrator is fine.

God's one, when Huachuan God is inconvenient, it is difficult to use if it is inconvenient, and it feels like a chicken rib.Spiritual sustenance is a master skill that monks in the late Yuanying period hardly mastered, and it is incomparable at the same time.

Now all the gold bugs just flew up from the white mist, some dug the ground, some flew into the sky, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Lin Mo, who was sitting on the magic circle, closed his eyes again, his face stern and dazed.

The sun fell from the sky, and at night the whole island was plunged into darkness.

However, the cultivator who initiated the attack made a move, and the white thread flew back from a distance. After a circle, it turned into a thin white needle and fell into his hand.At this time, he said slowly:

"I don't know, it seems to be some kind of spirit insect. I don't know if it is wild or domesticated. But this insect has not been pierced by my 'white mourning needle', it is really hard enough. Go and pick up the corpse of this insect, I will Let's see what kind of spirit insect it is."

The last sentence was that the man turned his head and ordered to the two monks behind him.

Immediately, the two people behind them agreed respectfully, turned into two ray of light and shot directly into the dark underground in the distance, looking for the golden spirit insect that was killed.

But after a full cup of tea, the two flew back depressed.

"Sect Master, the spirit worm does not seem to be dead, and its body was not found there!"

One replied with some trepidation.

"what?"

The monk's eyes widened, he looked very shocked, and couldn't help but said: "How could it be possible that I didn't die? Do you think my white mourning needle is an embroidery needle?"

"Killing a small spirit insect, how could it return without success?"

At this moment, another monk wearing a cloak beside him suddenly looked solemn and said:
"Brother Bai, maybe that thing is really fine, and I didn't find the corpse of that spirit insect either!"

"It's true, let me see!"

The cultivator who released the needle treasure was suddenly startled, and hurriedly covered his consciousness to a distance, and searched carefully.

And at the same time.

Inside the stone city, however, the lights were brightly lit.

The moonstones infused with spiritual power shine with dazzling brilliance.

It illuminates the whole city brightly.

As a result, it seemed that the outside of Shicheng was pitch black.

And in that darkness, the sea wind whizzed past continuously, as if there were countless monsters lurking in the darkness.

For monks, although there is not much difference between night and day.

Even at night, one can consume spiritual power to see things clearly.

But in terms of distance, it is naturally far less than during the day.

But it is different in the alien sea.

Those sea beasts hide in the sea, plus some monsters who are good at secret skills.

Hide in the dark and sneak attack.

Rao is an ordinary monk, and he can't release his spiritual thoughts all the time.

Therefore, countless monks die every year.

Far more than the number of officially hunted and killed monsters.

Therefore, except for urgent matters or high-level monks who are self-sufficient.

Otherwise, at night, these monks will step up their guard.

So all the monks who didn't go to sea all ghosted back.

As for the stone city surrounded by mountains, the eight stone towers lit up at the same time, and a layer of light blue light curtain protected the entire stone city, preventing monsters from sneaking into the city to attack.

But on such a night, several people with cloaks quietly came to a certain city gate.

The gatekeepers were a core-forming monk and several foundation-building monks. The leader just opened his cloak slightly to reveal his true face. After seeing it, the guarding monk hurriedly opened a crack in the barrier of the moat. , Respectfully send a few people out of Shicheng.

And as soon as these people left the city, they immediately turned into a few rays of light and sank into the dark night sky, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

Several people escaped at a good speed, but none of them spoke, they just hurried on their way.

But Fang left the stone city for more than a hundred miles, suddenly there was a soft "eh" sound from a ray of light, the ray of light paused, and a slender white line shot out from the ray of light, and disappeared into the void behind him in a flash middle.

The rest of the monks were taken aback, and they couldn't help stopping their escape, turning their heads and looking back.

With a sound of "Zi", a glaring golden light suddenly erupted in the black sky far away, and the white line faintly hit something. After a strange hissing sound, a big golden light fell straight down with a fist.

"What is that?" Another monk lost his voice in surprise.

As a result, after a while, the face under his cloak became abnormally ugly, and there was no trace of the golden spirit worm in that area.

Surprised, his lips moved slightly to transmit a few words, and then another monk raised his hand without saying a word, one released a small green hammer, and the other raised countless slender white threads between his hands, and the two treasures disappeared in a blink of an eye. Time protected themselves in it.

"It seems that someone is following me, stop making trouble, come out and meet me." The male lion with white rainy feet yelled loudly, and at the same time glanced around with ease, his body suddenly burst into an astonishing aura that soared into the sky.

It was quiet all around, and there was no one in the darkness, as if it was empty.

The monk, who was very drunk, suddenly became furious, snorted on the spot, and made decisions with both hands, trying to force the opponent into a desperate situation with some tricks.

But at this moment, the buzzing in all directions became louder and louder, as if they were approaching rapidly.

The monks suddenly felt chills and opened their eyes wide.

After a while, a golden thing appeared out of the darkness, and the golden thing was full of golden beetles.

So the masked monk caused a commotion.

The two leaders were also startled quietly.

Especially, if you are a monk who has attacked the same spirit insect, you will know how difficult it is for such a spirit insect.However, many spirit insects suddenly appeared, and it was not an easy task to deal with them.

As a result, his face hidden under the cloak instantly became gloomy, and the believers kept sweeping around in order to find the monks who drove away these spirit insects.

But no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find his reclusive whereabouts.

This made his heart sink!
That is to say, the other party either has the secret to hide his whereabouts, or has supernatural powers based on it.Either way, it doesn't seem like a good thing.

"You drove us into a desperate situation, please give me a reason. You still don't want to show up until now, is it possible that Fellow Daoist is a hidden person?"

The masked cultivator who presented the jade hammer also scolded, while shaking the treasure in front of him, it immediately emitted a green light.

Hey, it's easy to meet me.Coming.Mr. Miao Xuedao, Lin came here for you, how could he not meet. "Suddenly cynicism broke out in the darkness, and a man's calm voice sounded from all around at the same time.

Judging from the tone of voice, the person seems to be still far away.

"My surname is Lin? Who is Fellow Daoist? When did the poor Daoist offend Your Excellency?"

In the man's voice, the masked monk trembled and tore off his disguise.

A young face was revealed, and a look of surprise was evident on the face in the Taoist uniform.

It was the real Miaohe who had seized the house!

And at the same time.

The cultivator who sacrificed white silk at the side also tore off the cloak.

It was the monk in the yellow Taoist robe who accompanied Master Miaohe during the day.

His face was gloomy, and his eyes kept looking at the surrounding darkness.

As for the monks behind them, they were naturally the disciples of the two Nascent Soul monks.

It's just that I don't know why these people left Biling Island in the dead of night, and they still look sneaky.

Hearing Miaohe's question, there was only a burst of wild laughter from the unknown man from all directions, and then he stopped abruptly, without any intention of answering.

This made these people look at each other for a while!

"Fellow Taoist Miaohe, is this person your enemy?" the old man in yellow robe asked the Taoist with a frown.

(End of this chapter)