undead warrior

Chapter 85
"Is this a gambling war?"

Faced with Mo Wentian's doubts, the hall masters were also very upset. The hall master of punishment said angrily, "It is indeed a gambling battle. The devil and the imperial inspection team are notaries. If the Huang family admit defeat, they will be expelled from the vultures." If we admit defeat, we have to serve as slaves in the empire. We are working hard here, and all the good things have been taken up by them!"

This ending is indeed infuriating and depressing. No wonder the three Patriarchs just watched the battle and did not participate in the battle. They must have been restricted.It's not a good thing if you can't kill them all. It can only deepen the hatred between the two sides. God knows if the devil will use the Huang family to start another dispute.

Mo Wentian glanced at the patrol members from both sides laughing and watching at the edge of the battlefield. Whether those guys were demons or humans, after these days of cooperative patrols, they no longer hated each other so much. Although some were of different races, they hooked up They talked and laughed happily.

The Huang family was escorted away by the devil, and each of them looked at the Moqian family with hatred in their eyes, and it was slowly getting dark.

The night in Xihuang is still so unpredictable. Fortunately, the devil sells evil spirit beads in a big way, and each of the two families has one.But tonight it was not the snow but the biting ice. People didn't go to Vulture City, where they would not be welcomed, so they had to hide in flying boats or tents and wait for dawn to clean up the battlefield.

After not coming back for a month, the Mo family actually owns four flying boats, including a medium-sized flying boat that can accommodate nearly 200 people. The development is really fast.

Entering the slightly spacious cabin of the medium-sized flying boat, Mo Wentian remembered that there were two power tanks for the flying boat in his storage ring. One was obtained when he attacked the pass, and the other was taken from the bottom of the big crack in the abyss. Some were damaged, so he took them all out and put them on the floor.

The people in this cabin are all senior executives of the Mo family. Seeing the two power tanks with their eyes shining, it is obvious that they are not small. With the imperial military emblem on it, it can be seen that they are used by warships.

"Good thing, with these two power tanks, we can build at least two large flying boats, and install some ballistas, which can also be used as battle boats."

Patriarch Mo put it away as if he had found a treasure, and everyone else extended their thumbs to Mo Wentian one after another.

"Hehe!" Mo Wentian chuckled a few times, took out a few more bottles of pills and said, "I still have some fourth and fifth rank Xuanli pills, let's share them."

"Whoa!"

The elixir was immediately robbed, the hall master and the elders almost got into a fight, and simply poured out all the elixirs, and you shared them one by one.Seeing this scene, Mo Wentian felt uncomfortable. The Mo family had a hard time. This kind of elixir can be sold in the imperial capital, but it can’t be bought in Xihuang if you have money. Even if someone secretly trafficked it, it would still be expensive, no? Anyone can afford it.

This made him even more annoyed at Caiyaolang, if he hadn't played tricks, he would have bought a lot of herbs and brought them back to make pills, how could it be so miserable.

The next time I see you, I will make you pay the price!
Mo Wentian thought of Cai Yaolang, so he was destined to not end well.After distributing the pills, Patriarch Mo asked again.

"Little ancestor, I heard that you are still a craftsman?"

"Well, the eighth-rank craftsman, the ninth-rank has not had time to be assessed."

Mo Wentian just answered casually, the words were very soft, the whole cabin immediately fell into silence, and everyone stared at him.

"This... this is not a joke!"

Patriarch Mo broke his silence, not believing it at all. Now there are no eighth-rank craftsmen in the entire continent, and they will be brought into the palace for offerings when they reach the seventh rank, and they will be taken to the God Realm when the date comes.

"Nothing to brag about."

After Mo Wentian finished speaking, he took out a metal card from the ghost ring and threw it to Patriarch Mo. It was the refining card of the craftsman.

"Mo Wentian, an eighth-rank craftsman, is a godly refiner!"

Patriarch Mo's tone was trembling when he read this sentence, and the others were spitting, all frightened.

"Little ancestor, how do you explain this divine posture?" Patriarch Mo twisted his thigh before asking this sentence in a low voice.

Mo Wentian showed a look of reminiscence, and still explained lightly, "Oh, the old man who was in charge of the assessment said that as long as I broke through to the ninth-rank refiner, I could refine the artifact with enough materials. I have never seen that thing before. How to practice!"

"No way! I'm going to die, I'm going out to get some air!"

The seventh elder, Mo Kuangtu, clutched his heart and got up and walked out. There were still a few who couldn't bear the stimulation and wanted to go out to wake up.

"That's not right! Now there is no refiner of seventh rank or above in the mainland, who helped you to assess it?" The head of the punishment hall didn't know the identity of Mo Wentian, so he spoke in doubt.

Mo Kuangtu turned around again at this time, and said to him, "Are you so stupid? I didn't hear that the Patriarch called him little ancestor, and he was very respectful. Do you really think that is an honorific title?"

It's just that Mo Kuangju scolded them for nothing, people with a younger generation have long been used to it, and the head of the punishment hall blinked, "What is it if it's not an honorific title? Is it because it has the same name as that unworthy descendant?"

"Snapped!"

The Patriarch slapped him hard on the back of the head, turned his head to look suspiciously, Patriarch Mo sputtered wildly, "You are the unworthy descendant, how can you evaluate the little ancestor, he is Mo Wentian."

The head of the punishment hall was a little stunned, and said with a sad face, "I know he is Mo Wentian, but..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the other hall masters had already knelt down to Mo Wentian, and these people reacted faster.

As soon as Mo Wentian appeared, the family underwent earth-shaking changes, and he brought continuous surprises and frights, the contribution of various martial arts and combat skills, the terrifying improvement speed of the realm of cultivation, the fifth-rank alchemist and the eighth-rank alchemist. The identity of the tool master, coupled with the patriarch's respectful attitude when there are no outsiders, can only show that this Mo Wentian is the third generation disciple, the unworthy and filial grandson Mo Wentian who knelt down outside the family ancestral hall for thousands of years!
"It's... so possible!"

The head of the punishment hall still didn't believe it, but seeing the normal expressions of the elders, his legs gave way, and he also knelt down to Mo Wentian.

"Get up, the Mo family is not happy to kneel and worship."

Although Mo Wentian said so, all the hall masters kowtowed together and let out a low voice.

"See the little ancestor!"

After kowtowing, they stood up with different expressions. Seeing the embarrassment in the atmosphere, Mo Fanzi changed the subject.

"Little ancestor, how did you live for so long? Where have you been for more than 1000 years?"

"Which pot does not mention which pot to open, get out!"

Now it was his turn to be scolded, Patriarch Mo reprimanded him, so he could only touch the back of his head and walk out. Although the others were interested, they didn't dare to ask.

"Come back, it's not something hard to say."

As soon as Mo Wentian opened his mouth and seemed to tell the truth, Mo Kuangtu returned with his eyes shining, and closed the hatch.

Seeing that even Patriarch Mo was curious, Mo Wentian said in a vicissitudes of tone, "Back then, I was called Wujue, and I was the person who had the most hope of breaking into the realm of Xuanshen, but all this happened when my fiancée encountered a demon by chance It’s changed. I killed the demon, but I didn’t know that Ling Zhiyuan had refined the blood of the blood demon and mixed it with blood wine for me to drink. When I entered the Huawu Realm and used my whole body’s profound strength to forge the Time Sword, I realized that the blood had been taken by the demon. Essence and blood eroded, and profound strength became cold and evil. At that time, I was terrified, so I quickly told Ling Zhiyuan, and asked him to find a way to help solve it. But he accused me of turning into a demon cultivator. At that time, Ling Xiaozong did not allow demons. Xiu exists!"

"God of War, that bastard, I knew he wasn't a good guy!" Mo Kuangtu cursed, interrupting Mo Wentian's words, greeted with glaring eyes from the crowd, and quickly covered his mouth.

"Hey……"

Mo Wentian sighed heavily, and then continued, "It's all because Ling Zhiyuan wanted to take my fiancée away. From that day on, the Mo family's misfortune began. I was even worse, sealed in a crystal coffin He was buried alive, and was buried near the skull cave, until he was accidentally dug out by Yun'er's grandfather recently! If he hadn't possessed the blood of demons and put a corpse-suppressing charm on his heart, he might have turned into a pile of dead bones long ago!"

People sighed, and then resented. Because of Ling Zhiyuan's private thoughts, the Mo family has endured thousands of years of suffering.

"Then who is your fiancee?" Mo Kuangzi couldn't help but speak again.

"Snapped!"

The back of his head was patted by Patriarch Mo, and he reprimanded, "You idiot, you can't use your brain? What else can you do besides killing people?"

Mo Kuangzi touched the back of the head that was beaten, and suddenly he was enlightened, and asked in surprise, "Oh my god! Little ancestor, your fiancee won't be the goddess of clouds, right?"

"The Cai family has already divorced!" Even when Mo Wentian talked about this, there was a trace of sadness on his face, it was an eternal pain in his heart.

Reluctant to bring up this topic again, he stood up and opened the cabin door and walked out, the sad lines echoed in the corridor.

"When I love you, you become a devil, your childhood sweethearts become a thing of the past, and when you want to hate you, you die, and Yunxiao Wentian wept heartbroken... Cry heartbroken..."

The poems do not rhyme, they are full of sadness, which makes people feel the heartbroken mood of the goddess Yunxiao at that time, and the only female elder burst into tears when she heard it.

After leaving the cabin, Mo Wentian stood on the deck and looked up at the icicles falling from the sky.

Ling Zhiyuan, you wait for me!
The flames of hatred burned in his eyes, evil black power emerged from his body, his devilish energy vibrated, and the falling icicles flew away.

"Ouch..."

A lone wolf wailed in this icy night, and the corpses on the battlefield began to climb up and turn into evil corpses. The scene was like hell. The Moqian and Moqian fighters who had been prepared for a long time drew their weapons and stepped into the battlefield. Jing, behead the dead one more time for complete relief.

Mo Wentian stood on the deck all night, and at some point Mo Shidie also stood behind him. After dawn, the battlefield was completely cleaned up, and the corpses of their respective clansmen were carried back to the flying boat. The flying boat and the ground personnel worked together Return to Corpse City.

Instead of returning to the academy in a hurry, he was led by the head of the Mo family into the Mo family's secret treasury, where the Mo family had secretly accumulated wealth for thousands of years, but after many hardships, the money accumulated was not much, but there were many precious herbs, ores and other materials.

Mo Wentian silently looked through all the collections, and then said, "It's enough to refine some things, you ask those who need them to draw the patterns, and prepare some common ores, and then come to me."

Patriarch Mo was overjoyed immediately. He asked Mo Wentian about his refining level on the flying boat just to get him to help refine some things, otherwise these ores and materials would have to be kept in the secret vault.

Before leaving, Mo Wentian took away all the herbs that could be used. Some of them were too old and not suitable for long-term preservation. Even if they were sealed in a jade box, they would lose their efficacy.

(End of this chapter)