Poor monk does not understand love

Chapter 261
"Linlang Sect..."

Looking at the people who were clearing up the battlefield, Wang Mu murmured to himself, and there was a touch of coldness in his eyes.

Obviously, his Nitian Pavilion has been targeted by the Wan Yao Palace, and this Linlang Sect is a small sect under the banner of the Wan Yao Palace.

It's not that they realized Wang Mu's identity, but that Wan Yao Palace didn't want a genius like Wang Mu to fall into the hands of Demon Lord.

Either win over, or get rid of.

Wang Mu's attitude was already very clear, even if he killed his envoy, of course he would not join the Wan Yao Palace.

More importantly, the master of Wan Yao Palace, Huangfu Zhantian, Dragon Emperor, Han Youhuo, etc. are all old enemies of Wang Mu.

If you can't win them over, you can only get rid of them. Wang Mu can guess that Wan Yao Palace will keep sending people to trouble Wang Mu, and they will definitely be stronger every time.

Today's battle is already very close, if it wasn't for Xiao Linglong, even if he was undefeated, those under Nitian Pavilion who have no cultivation level would have been severely injured.

Therefore, Wang Mu decided to act preemptively and to sound the alarm for Wan Yao Palace. After all, the Demon Lord was behind the Nitian Pavilion, so there was no need to be afraid of Wan Yao Palace.

However, Wang Mu didn't intend to tell Mozun about this matter, if Mozun had to come forward for such a trivial matter, then there is no need to mess around.

Since you want to remind the other party, let's start with this Linlang sect.

"Master, what are you thinking?" Xiao Linglong jumped over, blinking her big eyes, and asked curiously.

Wang Mu smiled, looked up at the dark and misty sky, and said leisurely, "I was wondering if I should play a game of cutting weeds and roots."

"Game? Whoa, whoa!" Xiao Linglong cheered happily, "Whose roots do you want to cut off? Xiao Linglong also wants to participate."

"Linlang Sect." Wang Mu said softly.

Xiao Linglong blinked, and said excitedly: "Master, when shall we act? I want to go with you! I know where this Linlang Sect is."

She pouted, afraid that Wang Mu would not take her with her.

Wang Mu turned his head, pinched Xiao Linglong's chubby face and said, "Don't worry, just the two of us are going to play this game, no one else will be brought along. Let's do it tonight."

"Great! I like being alone with Master!" Xiao Linglong cheered again, then jumped up and hung it on Wang Mu's neck.

That night, all the top leaders of Linlangzong gathered again in the main meeting hall.

More than a dozen people, including the suzerain Mo Linlang, all looked sad and depressed.

It has been several days, and the ten angels sent out have not returned yet.

On the table in front of Mo Linlang, ten identical jade slips were placed neatly, and the bright red color in them was slowly fading, and finally disappeared without a trace, making the ten jade pendants all turn into a lustrous and pure white color. .

Dead, dead again!

The ten immortals, for a small sect like the Linlang Sect, their vitality has been seriously injured.

Mo Linlang's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and the veins on his neck were throbbing violently.

"Bang!" Suddenly, he raised his hand and slammed it on the table in front of him angrily.

The dull sound startled everyone below, Qi Qi looked up at Mo Linlang.

"Are they all pigs?" Gritting his teeth tightly, Mo Linlang growled in a low voice, "When I left, I told you again and again that once you find the masters under Mozun guarding the Nitian Pavilion, you should withdraw immediately. Why? Will this happen again?"

Hearing this, everyone below frowned and made a constipated expression, speechless.

They don't know why!

When the ten immortals took the order to go, they swore to promise that even if they couldn't complete the task, they could retreat safely.Moreover, these ten people are relatively witty in Linlangzong, and they usually also serve as mentors, but in the end...

The night was getting dark, but everyone didn't want to sleep, but they didn't know what to do next, so they just sat on the chairs one by one, worrying secretly.

Twelve immortals were lost, and even a rookie in the distraction stage was not won. What is this called?

Next, is it necessary to send someone to die?

Lin Langzong's vitality has been seriously injured, and if he sends a master, he will be able to send these people in the hall.

"Sovereign, what shall we do next? Should we continue to send people?"

After a long time, the first middle-aged man on the left of the lower head said timidly, he was the one who shouted to avenge his disciple before, but now his arrogance is gone.

What happened was too weird. The two operations were completely failed, especially the second one was carefully planned. A few days ago, the ten people sent sent back news that the Nitian Pavilion was not guarded by a master. However, the news Soon, the life pendants of ten people dropped one after another.

At that time, everyone was present, looking at the fate pendants that fell one by one, everyone felt helpless and panicked, and their hairs stood on end, feeling that the Nitian Pavilion is a big pit, who is going to trap whom!

As promised, there is no expert guard, so why...

The more you can't figure it out, the more scared you are.

"Sovereign? You, did you hear me?" Seeing that Mo Linlang ignored him, the middle-aged man raised his voice.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Linlang raised his head, but closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, and said weakly: "Say what you have."

"I mean, should we send people there next? After all, this is the task given to us by the Wan Yao Palace." Swallowing, the middle-aged man repeated.

Mo Linlang paused for a moment, then stared at the middle-aged man and yelled, "Send your sister! You go? Even if you die like this! Are you all pigs?"

The whole face of the middle-aged man was stiff, only a dry grin trembling at the corner of his mouth, and then he didn't dare to speak.

"Sovereign, should we inform Wan Yao Palace and let them come forward to avenge us." The first middle-aged man on the right asked.

Hearing this, the eyes of the rest of the people suddenly lit up with flames. With the presence of Wan Yao Palace, there is nothing that cannot be solved in the realm of cultivation.

But Mo Linlang closed his eyes again, raised his hands to rub his temples, and roared in his heart, "All are fucking pigs, the whole family is pigs!"

Then, he suddenly stared again, staring at the middle-aged man on the right and roaring, "Notify Nima! Twelve angels have been dispatched twice, and even a rookie who is distracted has not been killed. Do you still have the nerve to notify? Aren't you afraid that the palace lord will slap you into dust with a slap in his rage?"

"Ahem," the middle-aged man coughed dryly, his old face flushed from choking, and he smiled timidly, "It makes sense, it makes sense, and the suzerain is wise."

"Get out! Get the fuck out of me! A bunch of idiots!" Mo Linlang raised his hand, stared and roared again, all the gentleness and elegance in the past disappeared.

I'm really going to be pissed off by these idiots!
Although the suzerain was furious, no one dared to leave below. They knew Mo Linlang very well. If anyone dared to get up and pat his ass and leave at this time, Mo Linlang would definitely take out the person's heart and eat it in one bite. !
There was another long silence, and Mo Linlang finally calmed down. The matter has come to this point, the loss is irreparable, and we can only discuss it in the long run.

"Send someone to investigate tomorrow to see how many masters guard this Nitian Pavilion. Let's find out the bottom line. Remember, tell those stupid pigs not to act rashly! I don't want to be in a branch with my hard work for many years." On the body of a rookie."

Stern and ferocious eyes scanned the crowd below, Mo Linlang shouted loudly.

"My subordinate understands!"

Everyone stood up, bowed and drank together.

"Giggle... I laughed so hard..."

At this moment, a soft and childish voice came.

It's obviously very nice, very pleasant voice, but it has a gloomy side, like a female ghost laughing in a dream.

In this dark night, under the circumstance that ten immortals had just died, all the people present couldn't help but stand on end in a cold sweat.

In the next second, everyone turned their heads and turned their eyes to the door.

A little girl in a colorful dress with the skirt slanted like a knife, and a smiling young man in a Mortal Domain suit walked in.

The two stood side by side, spotless, handsome and beautiful, even in the realm of cultivation, they were rare beauties.

The visitors were none other than Xiao Linglong and Wang Mu.

Mo Linlang was stunned for a moment, when did these two guys come to the main hall, they didn't know anything about it?
Master!A master never seen before!

Even Mo Linlang couldn't see Xiao Linglong's cultivation clearly, but Xiao Linglong's agile eyes made him unable to restrain his chrysanthemums from shrinking and his heart trembled.

"You! Come down!" At the door, Xiao Linglong raised her small hand, pointing directly at Mo Linlang on the seat, and shouted in a crisp voice.

Mo Linlang didn't move, he hadn't reacted from the sudden change.

Xiao Linglong's small face couldn't help sinking, her small mouth pouted, and a cold and murderous aura spread around her body automatically.

"Hiss..." Everyone around gasped, while Mo Linlang on the seat widened his eyes, and panic appeared in his eyes.

"I have to do it myself! Get out of here!" The voice sounded like the sound of Tian Tian again, and the next second, Xiao Linglong waved her hand casually.

"Boom!"

A colorful palm shape, completely condensed by spiritual power, solidified like a substance, suddenly appeared in the void on the right side of Mo Linlang, the huge palm print almost covered his whole body, and then slammed heavily on his face.

"Pfft... kacha!"

Without any suspense, Mo Linlang opened his mouth to vomit blood, and his figure flew tens of meters away like a cannonball, hitting the wall on one side of the hall.

The wall depicting the totem of green bamboo beasts cracked, and Mo Linlang smashed out a human-shaped pothole, and Mo Linlang had already fallen to the ground, his body convulsed, unable to get up for a long time.

The rest of the people were stunned and didn't dare to move again!
(End of this chapter)