Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

Chapter 32

Dao Wuji left Tianzhu Mountain, and did not return to the world to seal Dao, but hurried to Daolong Ancient Cave.

When he stood in front of the dragon burial wall, his whole body trembled with anger, and his heart ached.

The statues of Xietian Yuwu and Yutian Wulong on the murals all disappeared, and where the murals were, there was only a huge whirlpool of swords left.

The wind from the other space blows like an unfathomable magic eye.

Dao Wuji tried to approach, and a strong force almost pulled him into the vortex. Although Dao Wuji reacted quickly, a gash was still cut on his face.

"Luohou? Kedu?"

The surging saber energy and the destroyed space and time are exactly what Luo Hou left behind.

Thinking of the Shadow God Knife and the Daolong battle robe again, Dao Wuji couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted loudly: "Luo Hou!"

Angry voices echoed endlessly in the ancient grotto. It sounded like thousands of voices mocking Dao Wuji's incompetence at the same time.

The power left behind by Xie Tian Yu Wu was destroyed bit by bit by Luo Hou, and after hundreds of years of planning, it finally came to nothing.

"Ah~ah~ah!"

Dao Wuji was exhausted from roaring all the time before he regained his composure.

Since you can't get the power of Xie Tian Yu Wu, then start from the inside of Daolong.

it's time.

Dao Wuji pondered for a long time, walked out of Daolong Ancient Cave, and came to Aotian Martial Palace.

This hall is the office of his hidden organization. The vermilion furniture and the dragon-shaped throne all show his might and arrogance.

Seeing Dao Wuji coming, the subordinates shouted: "The master is here."

"Welcome to the master."

"Ah."

Dao Wuji walked up to the throne with steady steps, and after sitting down, he said: "What was planned a long time ago, we will start to act today."

Yanchi Fengyu was in charge of tracking Modao Juechen's line, and she bowed to report: "Master, Modao Juechen is alone, and it's only five hundred miles away from here."

"very good."

The subordinates in charge of Tiandao Xiaojianbun and Xiao Rixiong lost them.

"Master, Tiandao Xiaojianbun fought with people on the opposite peak wall, and never appeared again after that, maybe he is already dead."

"Xiao Rixiu ran madly not long ago, his subordinates couldn't catch up, and lost his whereabouts. I beg the master to apologise."

"It's okay, let's start with Modao Juechen."

Next, Dao Wuji and the people from Aotian Wudian made a detailed plan for Mo Dao Juechen.

At this time, Mo Dao Juechen was distressed, he couldn't be sure whether Xiao Rixiu was the enemy of the extermination of the clan, and he wanted to ask him to prove it, but unexpectedly, he searched all over the world, but he didn't find this crazy sword.

Then he looked for Tiandao Xiaojianbun, Linshan Guzhao, Shili Danqing, and Longwangcuo. He searched them all, but not only was there no sign of Ya Shao, even Xie Yushuang'er and the others were not there.

In the end is Yu Bufan, who spoke well, and went to drink with him when he had time, but now he has disappeared.

Mo Dao Juechen was very depressed. After a long journey, he passed a tea stall and sat down to order a bowl of tea.

The boss looked at his leather robe that hadn't been changed in a century, his rough hair, and the sand that would fall off when he walked, and brought a bowl of rough tea with his lips curled up.

"Guest officer, ten coins, pay the bill first."

Mo Dao Juechen searched his pockets all over his body, but found no silver or copper coins. Under the boss's piercing eyes, he finally found a handful of gold dust.

Picked one and put it on the table.

"Gold...gold?"

"Well, there's no need to look for it."

"Thank you young master, thank you young master, I will pour another bowl for young master."

This time, the boss simply brought the teapot over.

At this moment, a coquettish woman came to Mo Dao Juechen holding a wooden box.

"The Desert Sword Warrior."

Mo Dao Juechen glanced at her, didn't recognize her, and didn't answer.

The woman put the box on the table and said with a charming smile: "Your friend told me to give this thing to you."

"What about others?"

"Open it and you'll know it."

Mo Dao Juechen was not a first time traveler, so he knew there must be something strange in the box, so he secretly opened the box on his guard.

Unexpectedly, what appeared in front of him was a severed hand and a green bamboo fan.

That was Yu Bufan's fan!

Mo Dao Juechen suddenly stood up, pinching the woman's neck like pinching a chicken: "Where is Yu Bufan? What did you do to him!"

"He is in Xuming Mountain right now, if you go late, you may not see him."

Taking advantage of Mo Dao's mental shock, the woman took out a smoke bomb and dropped it, a poisonous white mist gushed out, and the woman disappeared.

"Ah~uh~"

The owner of the tea stall and the tea drinkers all fell into the poisonous fog, and a grain of golden sand rolled on the ground.

"kill!"

The sound of cold drinking resounded in the white mist, and countless killers rushed over.

"Thousands of Shadows Through the Sky!"

Mo Dao Juechen counterattacked with his sword, cutting off a bunch of heads with one move.

With a close friend in mind, Modao can fight and walk in the crowd.

But the wave continued, and another wave broke out, accompanied by the detonation of the explosives buried in the ground, and the flames blazed, destroying the sky and cracking the earth.

Mo Dao didn't stop, in order to save time, he didn't dodge or dodge, and slashed forward.

"Raging tide!"

I don't know how many people were killed, I don't know how many people are still in front, those who stood in the way of Mo Dao Juechen fell down one by one.

"Yu Bufan, you have to wait for me!"

Blood dripped all over the way up the mountain.

The knife, burning with the light of anger.

Mo Dao Juechen stepped on the fire thunder and flames, all the way to the top of Xuming Mountain.

On the top of the mountain, a man in a blue robe was tied to a big dry tree, his black hair hanging down to cover his face.

"Extraordinary, here I come!"

Mo Dao walked up to Yu Bufan, swung the knife to cut off the rope that bound him, lifted him up, and prepared to carry him on his shoulder.

At this moment, a short knife was stabbed into Mo Dao Juechen's abdomen soundlessly.

"You? Not Yu Bufan!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha."

The person dressed as Yu Bufan raised his head, and saw an unfamiliar face.

Mo Dao breathed a sigh of relief, it wasn't Yu Bufan, that's great!

At this moment, he felt dizzy and dizzy. When he looked down, the short blade inserted in his belly was shining with blue light, and the blood that flowed around him had turned black.

"Ye Huang Cao, Tian Lei Huo, Mo Dao Jue Chen, you are finished."

"Humph!"

The only answer to this person was the endless light of the saber, maddening and terrifying.

Before the smile on the man's face disappeared, he was beheaded, and a humble head flew into the air.

More killers rushed forward, the poison eroded the internal organs, and at the moment of death, Modao Juechen finally burst into a sky-shattering dragon roar.

The purple light flowed, Daolong opened his eyes.

"Purple Mans Star Trace, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Amidst Daolong's roar, a tyrannical figure stepped onto the top of Xuming Mountain, his saber aura was practiced, and his killing intent was awe-inspiring.

"It's you, Dao Wuji!"

"Do you still remember Yutian Wulong? I am your second brother Blazing Chilin."

Dao Wuji, who had revealed everything, opened his eyes instantly, turning blood red.

Mo Dao Juechen had no time to think. At the same time as the dragon energy pierced through his body, a black force burst out from the Desert Sword, and he swung it suddenly.

"Desert wind slash, die!"

"Ba Dao Wuji, grant the head!"

(End of this chapter)