After following him several times in a row, Qiao Song was absolutely sure that Zhuo Mufeng must be alert and might even guess his identity. This made him even more afraid to be careless.
Since he didn't know what tactics Zhuo Mufeng used, Qiao Song stopped following him when he was a little far away from the tent group. Instead, he chose to sit back and wait for Zhuo Mufeng to return.
After going back and forth, he learned Zhuo Mufeng's return route.
It was the same today. Qiao Song followed Zhuo Mufeng as before. Seeing that he was getting further and further away, he was afraid that he would be in danger, so he stopped in time.
"This kid is sneaky and must have colluded with the devil. When the great elder comes back, he will definitely have something to do." Qiao Song stood there and watched Zhuo Mufeng disappear with a sneer.
This period of time was definitely the most depressing one he had experienced in recent years. A mere twenty-two-year-old boy actually made him unable to get up or down all day long. He was so suspicious that if word spread, he would lose all face.
Sometimes, Qiao Song really wanted to gather the masters from the Moko Cult and kill Zhuo Mufeng. But he was not sure that he would be able to kill him quickly, which would inevitably attract the masters of the right path.
If we do it from a distance, we won't have any worries, but considering how weird this kid is, we're afraid that something unexpected will happen.
With an extremely annoyed snort, Qiao Song turned around and returned. After meeting up with other masters of the Moko Cult, he continued to wander around in the name of patrol.
According to the usual practice, the boy will not return until an hour or two.
…
Another tryst with my sister in white clothes. Naturally, it is indispensable to be close to each other.
However, what surprised the sister in white was that her younger brother behaved a lot today and did not tease her as much as usual. He would not give up until she turned red in the face and begged for mercy.
The sister in white bit her lip, unable to tell whether she was disappointed or relieved. She lay motionless in her little brother's arms like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
It is unimaginable that this female master of the Demon Sect, who in the eyes of outsiders has unparalleled martial arts skills, would look like this pitiful person letting her loved ones bully her.
Zhuo Mufeng rested his chin on Sister Bai's head, put his hands into Sister Bai's collar, and whispered: "Sister, do me a small favor."
The delicate body of the elder sister in white kept twisting, as if trying to dodge and struggle, but she couldn't get rid of the evil hand that was causing trouble. She could only tightly grasp the little brother's skirt with her delicate hands, and said in a trembling voice: "You, again, think about how to harm me...
"
These words sounded like anger, but also carried a bit of resentment and expectation, which suddenly made Zhuo Mufeng's blood boil. He lowered his head and found that even the ears of the sister in white were red. This picture of a helpless melon that was ripe and falling, ready for you to pick.
Zhuo Daguan almost lost his mind and turned into a beast to knock him down.
However, Zhuo Mufeng is definitely not a human being. Sooner or later, the woman in his arms will be his, and business is still important today. He has been planning for so long, and if he misses this time, he will not have such a good opportunity.
He took a few breaths and barely suppressed his impulse, but he did not dare to look at the shy sister in white anymore and asked: "Last time, my sister told me that the Wanhua Demonic Art you practiced not only has the healing function, but also can simulate
Various auras, I wonder if they can pretend to be seriously injured for me?"
The affectionate sister in white was stunned when she heard this and couldn't help but raise her head.
…
Amidst the lofty mountains, masters from Shenbing Pavilion, Jianhai Palace, Baoyuan Temple and Dahuan Mountain were leading warriors from the five major rivers and lakes to escort supplies and transport them to the tent group.
The daily consumption of food, healing elixirs, living supplies, etc. in the tent group is astonishing. Basically, the Twelve Holy Lands will send people to transport it every half a month.
The leader is obviously Master Jingkong of Baoyuan Temple.
As one of the most powerful people in the world recognized in the Holy Land, with Master Jingkong at his command, and with the concealed route, it is impossible for him to be discovered by the devil every time, so he doesn't have to worry too much about being attacked.
As for why more super masters are not sent to take charge, it is because manpower is also needed outside the Sealing Heaven Formation. Otherwise, if all the men are taken away, what if the demons in Gusu City launch an attack?
After walking for a while, Master Jingkong suddenly looked at the woods on the left. Although the Qi of the Heavenly Puppet was dense, it could not block the eyes of this powerful man in the world.
"Donors, why are you hiding? Let's go." Master Jingkong clasped his hands together and said in an extremely helpless tone.
These words shocked everyone in the team, but no one would question Master Jingkong's judgment. They all drew their swords and activated their skills to prepare for strong enemies.
There was no movement in the woods, only the rustle of fallen leaves in the wind.
Seeing this, Master Jingkong shook his head, and suddenly recited the Buddha's name. Immediately, Buddha verses composed of golden light flew out of his mouth, expanded in mid-air, tore apart the energy of the sky, and blasted toward the dense forest on the left.
Boom boom boom...
In a huge shaking like an earthquake, trees were broken, earth and rocks disintegrated, and several figures flew away in the distance. Master Jingkong opened his eyes, and his eyes were like golden lamps, reflecting the figures of those figures one by one.
"Master, why didn't you chase him just now?" An elder from the Shenbing Pavilion couldn't help but ask.
If it were other super masters, he would not dare to ask more questions. But Master Jingkong and Master Balin of the Tantric Sect are famously compassionate people with excellent tempers and do not have the power of other super masters.
Master Jingkong read: "Amitabha, in the world of suffering, all living beings are floating and swaying because of anger, ignorance, resentment and desire. Who knows, no matter what you do, it will still be in vain in the end. You are just a pitiful person, why bother to kill them all."
All the Holy Land masters behind him looked at each other, feeling speechless. Even many monks from Baoyuan Temple had strange expressions on their faces. They wanted to say something, but in the end they couldn't.
Master Jingkong is famous for his compassion. He has peerless martial arts skills, but he usually wouldn't even trample an ant to death, let alone touch a human being.
Even if it is a person who is full of evil and has done the most evil, what he thinks of is not to kill to stop killing, but to influence the other person.
If Master Jingkong is like this, other people in Baoyuan Temple will naturally restrain themselves.
It is for this reason that even if the strength of Baoyuan Temple is not inferior to that of Moko Sect, in the eyes of people in other holy places, its deterrent power may not be as good as the worst Shenbing Pavilion.
"Amitabha, please continue on your way." Master Jingkong sighed and walked forward.
Although everyone was dissatisfied, due to the other party's identity and cultivation, they could only complain a few words in their hearts, and then gathered their spirits and followed him.
At the same time, Qiao Song, who was patrolling outside the tent group, suddenly saw a Moko master flying over in a hurry, with a look of eagerness on his face.
The master landed in front of Qiao Song. Without waiting for him to ask, he clasped his fists and said, "Fifth Elder, my subordinates have found traces of Zhuo Mufeng."
Is it because of this? Qiao Song frowned: "Why are you so rude?"
The master gasped and said: "Fifth Elder, something is wrong. I think that boy seems to have been seriously injured. Although I tried my best to hide it, I can't be wrong."
"What did you say?" Qiao Song was shocked. Zhuo Mufeng was seriously injured? He suddenly remembered that several times before, his own road was the only way Zhuo Mufeng had to return.
But this time, he was discovered by his subordinates, which proved that Zhuo Mufeng had chosen another path. It was so good. Why did he choose another path? Could it be to avoid running into him?
Qiao Song told himself to calm down and analyzed: "With that kid's martial arts, there are no more than seventy people who can threaten him in the world. Who can seriously injure him? If it is a super master, unless he is a super master who has practiced five-star martial arts,
Otherwise, he would never have a chance to escape. But there seems to be no such person in the devil's path, right?"
What's more, in his inference, Zhuo Mufeng had already colluded with the devil, so how could the devil take action against him?
wrong!
Qiao Song suddenly realized that even if Zhuo Mufeng really colluded with Mo Dao, Mo Dao would never let too many people know about it in order to conceal the news. So, could that guy be accidentally injured by friendly forces?
But the high-level demons who could seriously injure him should have the opportunity to learn the inside story. Or is this just a trap, a trap specially designed for him?
It has to be said that Qiao Song occupies a high position in Moko Cult and is by no means a loser. He did not faint from being smashed by this pie.
He was a little hesitant, but he was afraid that it was true. Wouldn't that be a huge opportunity missed?
"Quickly lead the way and take me to have a look. Everyone should follow and be sure to restrain your breath!" Without any room for delay, Qiao Song made a quick decision and decided to go over and have a look.
However, he used a trick here to bring so many people there. If Zhuo Mufeng was seriously injured, he might not be able to notice it, and then he would be able to take action.
If it was just a false injury, this place was not far from the tent group. If there was a fight, with this group of people rushing in front, nothing would happen to him, Qiao Song.
How could anyone dare to disobey the fifth elder's order, not to mention everyone knew about the grudge between Zhuo Mufeng and the Moko Sect, so each and every one of them had murderous intentions, and their breath quickly flew out.
They moved quickly, but due to a little delay, they did not successfully find Zhuo Mufeng. Qiao Song was afraid that Zhuo Mufeng had approached the tent group, so he sent a message and ordered everyone to spread out and search at a certain distance.
After the hands were spread out, the effect was remarkable, and soon someone sent a message back, saying that they had found traces of Zhuo Mufeng.
Qiao Song was overjoyed and hurriedly ordered everyone to gather in the designated direction. He took the lead. Sure enough, he spotted a figure in white dozens of meters away.
The man had a rosy face and a calm expression. He was not Zhuo Mufeng.
He was running at a leisurely pace, neither too fast nor too slow, but the Moko Sect had its own secret method of observing Qi. Qiao Song suddenly noticed that behind Zhuo Mufeng's seemingly stable breath, he was clearly extremely sluggish and was just trying to hold on.
Furthermore, although this place is unlikely to be dangerous, in the past few times, Zhuo Mufeng did not fly with all his strength, but this time he suddenly flew slowly and leisurely. Judging from his mixed and weak aura, it was clearly to cover up the fact that he was seriously injured, because
He can't run fast to begin with.
And why did Zhuo Mufeng cover up? Naturally, he was afraid that people from the Moko Sect were nearby, and wanted to bluff them so that they would not dare to move!
This is consistent with Qiao Song's previous judgment. This kid must have known that he was following him, which is why he acted abnormally today.
His fists were clenched, Qiao Song's eyes filled with murderous intent.