Collection of Worlds

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The Dahe Kingdom is close to the Dahe, the Tang Dynasty to the north, and the Southern Jin Dynasty to the east. It admires the culture of the Tang Dynasty and has always been friendly with the Tang Dynasty. The scenery of the Dahe has three parts of the majesty of the Tang Dynasty.

Mo Wen concentrated on sorting out the remaining things in his head.

Driven by a stellar energy, a death clock, and a sky chain wrapped around his arm, who he is, what his name is, and his relatives and friends are all vague, but he does remember that he has a younger sister.

"Forget it, don't think about it, I will remember it one day." Mo Wen is in a good mood, at least he knows that he has a younger sister, at least he knows that his name is Mo Wen, at least he can see that Mo Shanshan really knows each other he.

"Destroyed the house, fought with others, and lived with my sister." Mo Wen seemed to have constructed a self.

"Is this really me?"

Walking aimlessly on the street alone, his stomach growled with hunger, Mo Wen's brows could not help but wrinkle, now he is penniless.

"Oh, Haotian, Haotian, you really know how to play tricks on people. You make me forget who I am, but you make me remember that food costs money. Money, money, where do you get money?"

Mo Wen didn't know where these thoughts came from. In short, he had amnesia, which seemed to mean that he couldn't remember what he should remember, but he could remember clearly some things he shouldn't remember, just like it takes time to eat. Money, like a man wants to marry a wife.

Suddenly, there was a burst of noise from the street, and a group of young and young masters in fresh clothes and angry horses were seen galloping. It is a good horse, running like the wind, the passers-by on the road can't dodge as well as those who are hit, and they are in front of Mo Wen in an instant.

Mo Wen frowned tightly, subconsciously altruistically knowing that he should avoid, but seeing these people so rampant, a wave of ignorance surged up.

Raising one hand, a dazzling light lit up, like the sun in the sky.

"boom"

The galloping horse has a tremendous force of more than a thousand catties, but the light in front of it is like a copper wall and an iron wall. The dozens of horses can't survive, and the front one is the most unlucky. It didn't have time to slow down and bumped into it. A deep depression appeared.

Immediately, the dandy young master fell a piece of shit, broke two front teeth, stood up cleverly, and couldn't help yelling.

"Where did the bastard come from, dare to block my way?"

"Woo..."

A group of playboys got off their horses, they were not afraid at all, instead they surrounded Mo Wen.

"It's not good for you to run wildly on the street and hurt people."

Mo Wen clapped his hands, not embarrassing these unlucky children, and prepared to move on.

"stop"

Two teenagers stopped him, one on the left and one on the right.

"Look at you, you are a cultivator, and your cultivation level is not low, but today you have lost face to my young master, and it is not so easy to leave." This man broke two front teeth, but it did not affect others' speech at all. , It is very clear word by word.

Mo Wen couldn't help being a little surprised: "Oh? Since you know I'm a practitioner, you still dare to stop me? Don't you want to test whether I dare to splatter blood on the spot?"

The young master was shuddered by Mo Wen's cold eyes, and took a step back unconsciously, but this person had obviously seen the scene before.

"You bastard, who are you scaring? Do you really think I was bullied? What happened to the cultivator? Let me tell you, my father is the envoy of the Dahe Kingdom in Xiling, and there are countless masters under him. You just used Haotian Shenhui, right?" , now on your knees begging for mercy, this young master can still spare your life."

Mo Wen chuckled: "As for you, although I don't understand many things, my subconscious mind tells me that in this situation, you can die."

"boom"

The miniature flare suddenly appeared, and the fiery flare instantly killed this person into scum.

"You...you killed him? Did you...really kill him?"

The eyes of the rest of the dandies are cracked. The Xiling God Sect is the most powerful force in the mainland. No one dares to disobey the orders of Xiling. The lord of the country is even more secretive about Xiling, otherwise it would be impossible for a good-for-nothing dandy in Xiling to be so rampant.

Mo Wen glanced at them: "Yes, that's right, you can see clearly, I killed him, what should I do next? Well, it seems that I want to kill the grass? Are you in the same group?"

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched, and a chill rushed from the soles of their feet to their brows.

"No, no, no, we don't know each other well. You should go to the Xiling Temple if you want to kill the grass and roots."

The Xiling Temple, as the name suggests, is a temple dedicated to Haotian. The Xiling God Sect relies on faith to maintain its rule. The Dahe Kingdom is still under the brilliance of Haotian, and there are also Tang Kingdoms, but there are few believers, and their status is not as good as that of the land father.

However, Dahe Kingdom is obviously different. The temple is not only a place to worship Haotian, but also the branches and footholds of Xiling God Sect in various places.

Mo Wen patted the man's shoulder, "Well, yes, he's quite obedient, although he might be suspected of misfortune, but I appreciate you very much, so can you help me lead the way?"

This person's legs gave way and he was about to fall to the ground, but Mo Wen grabbed him, and an invisible force lifted him up, even if he wanted to, he couldn't fall.

"What? You don't want to?" Mo Wen asked here.

This person was about to cry: "No,,, how could it be? Please"

The respectful words with a slightly weeping tone are really unique. Don't ask those who strode like stars to dare to go to the Xiling Temple.

Passing through the bustling streets, there is a most conspicuous building in an inconspicuous place in the city.

"This is Haotian Temple?"

When Mo Wen saw the familiar sun symbol, he felt vaguely familiar, but he forgot where he had seen it before.

In the temple, a group of priests dressed in black came out in a file. The leader was a feminine middle-aged man, but he was [-]% similar to the dandy disciple who died at the hands of Mo Wen just now.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Before Mo Wen could speak, the boy leading the way in his hand rushed to the priest with a grunt: "Uncle Xu, save me, Brother Dong was killed by him!"

Priest Xu's soft face immediately turned gloomy: "What did you say?"

The man seemed to feel that he had been sheltered, and he stopped trembling now, and instead described what happened just now with more details.