Lu Yong said goodbye to his tribe obediently and boarded the fairy boat.
Chen Mu took the people from the Blood Brass Sect and left in a boat. Everything was normal.
After Chen Mu left, Mo Hai also launched his fairy boat and took some of the main people from the Lu family to follow quietly.
Blood Breathing Mountain is thousands of miles away from Toothless City. Chen Mu's flying boat is not very fast and it will probably take more than an hour.
"Mo, Mr. Mo, let's keep a little further away. Will we be discovered?"
Seeing that Mo Hai's fairy boat was too close to Chen Mu's fairy boat, Lu Feng said with some worry.
"It's okay. He's too slow. Let's go to Blood Breathing Mountain and wait for them first."
Mo Hai smiled and said, and then the flying boat turned into a stream of light, passing through the gray sky and heading towards the Blood Breathing Mountain.
Today's Blood Breathing Mountain is covered in mist, and the red leaves all over the mountain look like a sea of blood when blown by the mountain wind.
Thousands of followers of the Blood Blade Sect have come from all directions to participate in this grand event. Those people knelt in front of the huge stone statue of the ancestor of the Blood Blade in front of the gate of Blood Breath Mountain and worshiped devoutly.
The huge stone statue of the blood brake ancestor is one hundred feet tall and looks majestic and domineering.
In front of the stone statue of the ancestor of the Blood Temple, there is a piece of grassland, covering hundreds of acres, where hundreds of thousands of people gather, and it is not crowded.
Many disciples of the Blood Temple Sect are maintaining order.
Mo Hai led the Lu family to a hillside and put away the fairy boat. Mo Hai and others also came to the grass. Looking at the crowd of people kneeling on the ground in front of them, Mo Hai shook his head slightly. Having faith is a good thing, but
Some beliefs are rubbish.
"Mr. Mo, these are ordinary people. If we take action later, we may hurt these people."
Lu Feng said with some regret.
"Just let them go later. If they persist and are unwilling to leave, life or death will be left to fate."
Mo Hai said.
"Why don't you kneel down and are still whispering here? It's really disrespectful."
A Blood Temple cultist said dissatisfiedly.
"Get out of the way."
The Lu family pushed this Bloodbrass cult member away, but they didn't look good.
"Mr. Mo, patriarch, the people of the Blood Temple Sect are not good people. There is no need for us to think about them. In my opinion, it would be better if they died."
Someone from the Lu family said.
"Yes, don't worry about them. There is no need to be merciful to the people of the Blood Brass Cult. No normal person would believe in the Blood Brass Cult."
"These people should all die."
The Lu family members obviously didn't have any good impressions of the Blood Brass Cult, and they all said this one after another.
At this time, it was no longer easy for Lu Feng to be a saint.
Above the sky, rays of light streaked across the sky from time to time, landing on the head of the Blood Brass Religion in Blood Breathing Mountain. These were the senior leaders of the Blood Brass Religion scattered throughout the country.
Mo Hai and others waited for half an hour, but Chen Mucai arrived late.
The jade-paved square in front of the huge stone statue of the ancestor of the Blood Temple has been properly arranged and a blazing fire is burning. Many children have been brought to the square. Those children, both male and female, are about the same age as Lu Yong.
However, these children did not have Lu Yong's mentality. They all looked frightened. If they were not under a spell that prevented them from speaking, they would have cried loudly.
Chen Mu's fairy boat landed in the square. Chen Mu took Lu Yong off the fairy boat and came to a middle-aged man.
This middle-aged man was wearing a dark red robe. He looked radiant. His skin was faintly red. It was not a normal red color, but a strange red color.
Next to this middle-aged man, there was also a fat young man. This young man was wearing a green robe and a cuckold, and he looked a little funny.
"Those are Wu Ziwei, the deputy head of the Blood Temple Sect, and his son Wu Yang."
Lu Wentian pointed ahead and said.
Lu Wentian had already told about the incident of injuring Wu Yang in Hanshui Swamp a few days ago, so Mo Hai also knew why the Blood Temple Church selected Lu Yong this time. This was obviously to "revenge a public and private revenge."
"It is said that Wu Ziwei's cultivation level is already at the Fusion Realm. He claims that he is at the high-level Fusion Realm, but in my opinion, this is definitely an exaggeration."
Lu Feng said.
"It's indeed an exaggeration, it's just the initial level of integration."
Mo Hai said.
The Lu family looked at Mo Hai in shock.
"Mr. Mo, how did you know?"
Lu Feng asked curiously.
"You can tell at a glance."
Mo Hai said casually.
The Lu family were all shocked. They could see through the other person's cultivation level at a glance. That cultivation level was at least one level higher than the other person's. From this point of view, Mr. Mo's cultivation level should have reached the initial Mahayana stage.