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Chapter 640 Silence

Without the brain of the central stronghold where Qian Zhiming is stationed, all the Buddhas in the ten affiliated cities are like headless flies who don’t know what to do. By the time they reacted, the Bloody Mandala War Hall led by five people from Lanxiang had already killed them.

They made dumplings and disappeared from the ten affiliated cities.

After struggling to survive the divine punishment, Mo Han quickly returned to the Scarlet Mandala Castle in a war boat with his seriously injured body, and went into retreat that night.

In the early morning of the next morning, the Ten Affiliated Cities of Sin City, including some areas around the Ten Affiliated Cities, were all rumored to have had a doomsday scene last night. No one knew the cause of the doomsday scene, and no one knew what exactly happened. Because Mo Han had just left

After that, the army affiliated with the ten cities had tightly sealed the place. No spies from any force could enter it, and no news could be transmitted.

At a time when many people were discussing the doomsday scene, all the heads of the organization's headquarters, the largest assassination organization on the sinful continent, gathered together. Everyone's face was gloomy, as if they could drip water. And on the floor of the hall

Broken teacups, teapots and various decorations can be seen everywhere.

"Who can tell me what happened? Who can tell me who did it? Who can tell me why all this happened!" The middle-aged man sitting on the main seat roared at all the people in charge below.

The entire city was uprooted overnight, and the forces of Buddha Kill were completely wiped out. No news was passed on, and no member of the organization escaped. Everything was lost silently. No one knows the enemy, and no one knows the cause and effect.

, don’t know the way of destruction.

A young man sitting at the bottom said angrily: "There must be elements of Sin City in this!"

There was a sudden silence in the entire hall, and you could hear a pin drop. Everyone's eyes fell on the young man, but no one spoke.

Everyone knows that there must be the shadow of Sin City behind this, but there is no evidence, no evidence. Even if there is evidence, if Sin City all targets them, then they will only have one way to escape, and only a few can escape.

Out. Therefore no one spoke, and no one spoke.

Deliberately spread by thoughtful people, the news of the killing and annihilation of Buddhas in the ten affiliated cities spread like wildfire. First, there was shock, then disbelief, and then everyone was silent. The city lord's palace was silent, the Buddhas were silent, and the blood was everywhere.

Tuoluo was silent, and all news about the killing of Buddhas in the ten affiliated cities was silent.

Silence does not mean disbelief, silence means acquiescence, and it means that all this is true.

No one was responsible for the killing of the Buddha in the ten affiliated cities, and no one issued a statement. Except for the conscientious guarding of the city lord's mansion, except for the shock of the major families and major forces, except for the silence of the killing of the Buddha, and the closed door of the Bloody Mandala

Thank you, as if nothing happened.

However, many people, many forces, and many aristocratic families have set their sights on Bloody Mandala. We cannot blame them, but the suspicion of Bloody Mandala is really high. Judging from the strength and style they have shown, and with some

With the cooperation of the people, there is no problem at all in making all the Buddhas in the ten attached cities disappear.

The reason why everyone suspects the Bloody Mandala is that the Buddha Killer disappeared too cleanly in the ten affiliated cities, leaving no one behind. All the wealth in the ten affiliated cities of the Buddha Killer was also scraped three feet to the ground, and not even a fly was left.

Next. There is only one force in the Sin Continent that can do this, and that is Sin City.

This is the private action of some people, or the attitude of some people. Whether it is the former or the latter, no one dares to discuss it without permission, and no one tells it openly. There are only private speculations and explorations. It can be said that with the

The destruction of the Buddhas in the ten affiliated cities has cast a shadow over the entire sinful continent. Many people and forces are in danger, just like the calm before the storm. Of course, some people are happy and others are sad. This has not changed since ancient times.

Among the dragon veins of the Blood Mandala Manor, Mo Han sat cross-legged on it. A blue and dark golden aura lingered around him. From a distance, the foggy area was full of mystery. From a close look, it seemed that the gods were blocked by something.

Consciousness is like a dream.

The Xuan Jing, the Emperor Dragon Art, and the Great Dream Heart Sutra are running simultaneously in Mo Han's body. Magical and spiritual power are intertwined in Mo Han's body. The realm is taking shape. The invisible meaning of the great road is looming. All these make Mo Han full of mystery, as if he comes from an unknown source.

place.

In the most luxurious guest room in the manor, Bian Gaolang was sitting at his desk, constantly dealing with matters of all sizes from all over the ten affiliated cities. Bian Gaolang had not left the Scarlet Mandala Manor since the day of the operation. He had not seen Mo Han when he came back.

After passing him, he went into seclusion. These days in the Blood Mandala Manor, Bian Gaolang discovered that the aura of the Blood Mandala Manor was extremely rich, even far exceeding the aura concentration of the City Lord's Mansion. And the aura of the Blood Mandala Manor seemed to be full of

Some kind of indescribable charm is extremely powerful for cultivation.

In just a few days, he felt that his Dao and cultivation had progressed a little. Especially the Dao enlightenment. At his level, it could no longer be solved by time and spiritual energy, but by chance and epiphany.

"Dong, dong dong!" While Bian Gaolang was deep in thought, someone knocked on his door: "Come in!"

Qi Ling opened the door and walked into the house: "I wonder how the first battle general will live here for a few days? Please forgive me if I am negligent!"

Bian Gaolang laughed: "Young hero, you are so polite. Bloody Mandala's hospitality is the highest standard I have ever received in my life. Young hero is here. Could it be that Young hero Mo is out of seclusion?"

The highest standards mentioned by Bian Gaolang are of course not referring to Bloody Mandala's services and accommodation, but to the rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the vague aura of the avenue.

To be honest, the service at Bloody Mandala is really not that good. After all, since Mo Han came back and Qi Ling arranged a place for Bian Gaolang to live, except for three meals a day, no one has paid any attention to Bian Gaolang.

Qi Ling nodded: "The first general's guess was correct. Not long ago, Xiaohan sent a message to me and told me that he was about to leave the country, and asked me to come and ask the first general to discuss matters."

Mo Han came out of the dragon vein, and his cultivation level has completely broken through the realm of the warrior in the holy war realm, and has entered the master realm, and has been stable.

Bian Gaolang followed Qi Ling to the hall of the manor. Mo Han was already sitting on the main seat, waiting for their arrival.

Just seeing Bian Gaolang arriving, Mo Han immediately stood up to greet him: "Thank you City Lord for your love, and thank you for your support from the first battle general, so that my Bloody Mandala can get rid of the crisis and gain a firm foothold!"

Bian Gaolang looked at Mo Han with a half-smile and said, "President Mo's thanks are always empty words, they only sound nice."


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