In the early morning of the next day, Mo Zong, with a slightly tired face, appeared on a small island in the Bohai Bay. The rising sun was rising in the east, and the sunlight on the sea was bright red, dyeing his whole body a little red.
There was a large ship stranded on the island. Although the bottom of the large ship was dilapidated, the hull and cabin were beautifully decorated. Various shells and pearls from the deep sea were randomly used for decoration, even as flower pots and
Decoration on flower pots.
Compared with these rare and astonishingly expensive shells and pearls, some ordinary cloths and shabby calligraphy and paintings seem to be more precious to their owners.
There is a study and a bedroom in the cabin of this boat. On the other end of the island, there are two stone houses, one seems to be used for bathing, and the other is the kitchen.
On this stranded boat and even on the entire island, there were only two people, a man and a woman, who seemed to be a couple.
Both of these people are about forty years old, with elegant temperament, and they look like scholars who live in seclusion here.
It's just that on such a small island where even clean water is difficult to obtain, ordinary low-level practitioners may not be able to live well, let alone ordinary scholars.
Facing the rising red sun in the east, Mo Zong asked that question, and then directly took out the pair of dolls.
As for the big black flag, he had already planted it on the beach beside him before he asked that question.
"I killed the tea shop owner and Song Yanbo... As for what their names were, I think you might know." Mo Zong looked at the middle-aged man and woman who had just come out of the cabin, very calmly but sincerely.
He continued: "When I killed the tea shop owner and his man, I did not examine their bodies carefully, but I happened to examine Song Yanbo's body carefully, and I found that in addition to his true essence itself, his
There is a very powerful restriction in the body, which is very similar to the mental spells that some powerful sects used to control their disciples."
"I don't know the true identities of you two, but I feel that your cultivation level may not be higher than that of the tea shop owner and his waiter, so I guess you are not the mastermind controlling all this."
Mo Zong paused and then said more truthfully: "So I guess there may be such a restriction in your bodies. Although you claim to be descendants of Emperor You, there is actually someone above you. He should
The restrictions can be manipulated to determine your life or death, so in fact you do not have real freedom, you still obey others' orders."
This middle-aged couple rarely interacted with strangers, and their expressions were a bit reserved. Now, listening to Mo Zong say these words, they had already guessed Mo Zong's identity. Their backs were turned to the rising sun.
His face looked more reserved and dark.
"I can give you a chance to choose."
Mo Zong looked at the couple who were still silent, and then said: "I don't have to take away your Emperor's magic weapon. I can even find a way to lift the restrictions on you. I can give you real freedom. In exchange,
You can tell me the truth of the matter, how many people like you there are and who is controlling you."
The middle-aged couple listened to his words and slowly turned their heads to look at each other.
The middle-aged man spoke slowly. He looked at the Demon Sect and said, "If we don't tell you, you will naturally kill us too and then seize the magical weapons from us."
"That's natural."
The Demon Sect nodded and said: "The more of these magical weapons I obtain, the stronger my power becomes, the more extraordinary methods I can understand, and the better I can sense the things related to these magical weapons.
The existence of practitioners.”
"You should understand."
Mo Zong rubbed his face and continued: "As my cultivation and strength continue to grow, even if you don't tell me, I can find people like you and the masterminds behind you. This is only a matter of time, and
It won’t be too long.”
The middle-aged man's expression didn't change much, but the middle-aged woman looked quite moved. She turned her head to look at the middle-aged man beside her, but hesitated to speak.
"I do what I say."
Demon Sect said lightly: "And I can tell you clearly that I was able to find this place just because I sensed the breath of the unique magic weapon on your body. If I can lift your restrictions, you will still be worried. Even if you are just
If you lose your magic weapon, I will never be able to find you again."
The middle-aged man was silent for several breaths, and then he raised his head.
But he did not look at the Demon Sect. Instead, he turned to look at the middle-aged woman beside him and said, "Is it almost time?"
The middle-aged woman nodded and said, "That's almost it."
The Demon Sect was slightly startled.
At this moment, he felt slightly dizzy, and a slightly fishy sweetness came out of his throat.
"What kind of poison is this?"
The demon sect reacted instantly, and the true energy deep in the sea of qi in his body began to swim away rapidly.
He felt a little sticky on his face just now, but he just thought it was because the sea breeze here was mixed with too much water vapor. Even now, he didn't feel any toxins raging in his body.
What kind of poison was able to hide from his perception, and actually made him feel it after he was deeply poisoned.
"Sorry, I can't do this."
The middle-aged man looked at the Demon Sect and said very sincerely: "Thank you for giving us the choice, but the restriction in our bodies is not controlled by others as you think."
"We don't actually have any special magic weapons on us, but the reason why you can sense our existence should be the skills we practice as husband and wife." The middle-aged woman also spoke up at this time.
When her voice reached Mo Zong's ears, it seemed like it was coming from a far away space.
This is not because she used a weird technique to speak out, but because of the invasion of this weird and powerful toxin, the Demon Sect's perception has already had a big problem.
"Whoa!"
A terrifying energy bloomed on the Demon Sect's body.
The couple screamed at the same time, and their bodies flew nearly a hundred feet upside down in an instant, flying straight from one end of the island to the other end of the island.
As they flew by, the energy of their bodies was completely integrated, and a colorful light spread out on both sides of their bodies, like two beautiful colorful phoenix wings.
The couple thought that Mo Zong was going to launch the most powerful attack, but what made them look shocked was that Mo Zong actually ran away with all his strength!
The black flag originally planted on the ground next to Demon Sect rolled up like a black cloud, directly wrapping around Demon Sect's body.
As their bodies flew back, Mo Zong's body flew out like a black rice dumpling and smashed into the sea behind.
With a bang, almost at the same time, four pillars of light fell from the sky, and countless waves rushed towards the island like sharp swords.
The stranded ship where the couple usually lived was directly torn apart by these waves.
Looking at this scene, the couple did not move at the other end of the island.
"So decisive."
The middle-aged woman looked at the place where the Demon Sect disappeared with fear on her face, and said in a trembling voice: "He is indeed a figure like the legendary Demon King."
The middle-aged man frowned and said: "He completely understands the use of this war flag and killing war partners. He is more terrifying than I thought. We have to leave immediately, otherwise we will wait until he forces out all the poison and then kill him."
Come back, we can’t leave.”
"My poison..." The middle-aged woman originally wanted to subconsciously say that no one can force out my poison, but suddenly she thought that the other party was the owner of the Destiny Blood Box and had a terrifying true essence cultivation level, so her words changed.
I couldn't say anything anymore, my face instantly turned pale, I just nodded subconsciously. (To be continued)