Su Zimu grabbed Wan Xiong's arm: "What does this Mo family do?"
"One of the few immortal cultivating families in Qizhou." Wan Xiong said.
"Which sect's white gloves?"
"What?"
"I mean, which sect is behind this?" Su Zimu explained.
Wan Xiong was stunned for a moment: "I really don't know about this."
"The right way or the evil way?"
"Right, right?" Wan Xiong said without any confidence.
Erdan said angrily: "Sure his mother's way!"
Wan Xiong looked gloomy: "I've never heard that Mo's family has anything to do with the devil."
Lao Helm said coldly: "You have heard about it, but doesn't the whole world know about it?"
"When is this happening? What's the fuss about?"
Su Zimu asked for a long time, but couldn't find anything useful, so he simply didn't think about it and continued to work on the technique with a calm mind, hoping to make a breakthrough at the critical moment.
If he had broken through the bottleneck and become a real monk, he would have to work hard no matter what. But at the beginning, he felt that he was just a little short of it. He practiced hard for more than a month and strengthened his whole body for several rounds, but he still couldn't kick out the last kick.
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After a while, the two teams joined forces and the prisoners were guarded together.
Continuing to move forward for half a day, the road became more and more deviated, and finally stopped near a wasteland.
Mo Xingliang took out a magic talisman and lit it. The talisman exploded in the air with a bang, and the scattered flames condensed into an illusory portal in the air.
Su Zimu used his eyesight well, but he couldn't see what was inside the door. He could only vaguely hear the roaring wind and the inhuman howl.
Suddenly there was a roar from behind, and several prisoners suddenly fled, stumbling, rolling and crawling.
The guards immediately chased after him, knocking him to the ground three or two times, with a bloody head.
Suddenly realizing that this was his last chance, Su Zimu used all his strength and let out a roar like a father-in-law is getting married: "If you want to live, run away——"
The shrill roar spread far away, and everyone was stunned by the voice. However, the scene they imagined did not appear. They seemed to be stunned by his roar. There was silence all around, only the desolation blown by the cold wind.
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Su Zimu was stunned. He thought that with just a roar, a few bloody ones would jump out, but he never imagined that this would be the result.
Hasn't anyone thought about escaping?
Several guards had locked onto his position and rushed over in a hurry. Su Zimu almost collapsed.
There is no other way, just fight!
But in the next second, the crowd suddenly erupted in loud shouts, and with a bang, hundreds of prisoners rushed out at the same time, like a group of wild dogs that had run loose, charging regardless.
There was chaos in an instant. The few guards who were trying to trouble Su Zimu were all knocked down by the escaping prisoners. Then they were trampled by countless big feet. When the crowd rushed over, only three of them were left alive.
Love, the unlucky guy with big footprints on his face.
In the chaos, Wan Xiong pushed Su Zimu hard: "Run!"
Before he finished speaking, Su Zimu had already grabbed his arm with his backhand. An irresistible force dragged Wan Xiong staggering, and he couldn't help but run forward. He almost fell to the ground several times.
When the prisoners were in chaos, the guards followed suit and tried their best to stop the escaping prisoners.
In order to frighten the prisoners, the guards all resorted to death-defying tactics. Once caught by them, either their arms or legs were broken off. As a result, everyone became even more frightened, and they used all their strength to run out as fast as they could.
For a moment, howls, curses, roars and sounds that were completely indistinguishable were mixed together, making the scene extremely chaotic.
Mo Xingliang's face was ashen, and he took out a small black flag only as big as a palm from his arms. There were several ferocious ghost heads on it, like koi carps playing in the water, swimming around on the dark surface of the flag.
The black flag swayed in the wind and became as tall as two people. Seven ghost heads opened their bloody mouths and spit out billowing black smoke.
The thick smoke spread rapidly, and wherever it passed, whether escaped prisoners or guards, everyone became dizzy and fell to the ground softly.
Even the scaled horses screamed and neighed in the billowing black smoke, and finally fell powerless.
Su Zimu suddenly felt his hands heavy. When he looked back, Wan Xiong had been wrapped in a layer of black mist, his eyes were blurred and his whole body was weak. He was being dragged forward by him.
"No, leave me alone!" Wan Xiong's face was blue and black, his eye sockets were sunken, and he looked like he was about to die.
Su Zimu didn't have time to think too much, and with a sudden tug, he pulled Wan Xiong out of the black mist, put him on his shoulders and ran wildly.
The speed of the black smoke was faster than expected. First, the escaped prisoners behind him were submerged in the smoke, and then the fellow prisoners around him fell down one by one. Even those running in front had sloppy steps and fell to the ground one after another.
Su Zimu was also shrouded in smoke, and he couldn't help but scream in his heart, but he didn't feel anything was wrong, and he was still alive and kicking without any abnormality.
Mo Xingliang dominated the audience as soon as he made a move, and he suddenly showed a proud smile. Unexpectedly, everyone fell down, but there was an inexplicable guy jumping up and down, running faster than a rabbit. That was a joy.
The smoke has the effect of confusing people. After it is spread out, it will naturally form a formation, which is similar to the ghost hitting the wall. Su Zimu did escape very quickly. In fact, he kept spinning in place and had no chance to escape.
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But Mo Xingliang still felt that his face was dull, and his Qi Lun Dantian was full of spring thunder: "Junior, where are you going!" He shook his hand and threw out a ray of yellow light.
Su Zimu felt wind blowing behind his head, a dull thud, and his eyes suddenly trembled like an earthquake. He suddenly felt dizzy, his ears were ringing, and his eyes were filled with stars. He stumbled over and fell down.
Wan Xiong also fell out and rolled several times, knocking a carriage apart before stopping.
Mo Xingliang snorted coldly, and the ecstasy flag automatically moved without wind. Wisps of black air floated out of the fallen guards, and they woke up one by one after a while.
Mo Xingliang ordered without expression: "Bring everyone in!"
The guards showed bitterness on their faces, but did not dare to complain. They quickly piled the prisoners into the car and sent them into the illusory portal as quickly as possible.
When Su Zimu woke up, he was surrounded by unconscious strangers, regardless of gender, old or young, piled on top of each other.
He forcefully pulled out his arm, pushed away the stranger on his body, and crawled out of the crowd in embarrassment. He found himself in a large pit made of boulders, with dark red bones everywhere at the bottom.
Su Zimu grew up in peaceful times, how could he have seen this? A cold chill instantly enveloped his whole body.
Looking up again, a bloody barrier covered the bone pit. Several guards happened to push a car to the edge of the pit and suddenly lifted it up. More than twenty unconscious people rolled and fell into the pit. You were crushing me and me.
Pressing you down, the limbs are tangled and piled into a pile.
There were several other people in the same crowd, many of whom had their limbs twisted in weird ways and even had their necks broken.
Su Zimu's heart was beating wildly: What the hell is this place?
