Chapter 54: Mo Luo Town

Moluo Town is located in the south and forgets the north, in the middle of the Hundred Thousand Mountains in the southern wilderness. It was not built by the imperial court and is disorderly. It was built by the joint efforts of the demon sects and the various religions.

The town is not big, with four streets criss-crossing the southeast, northwest, and north. There should be four gates. There are no guards. Everyone who comes in and out is a member of the demon sect. The people who make a living in the city are also members of the demon sect. They burn, kill and loot, and the demons dance wildly. This town only follows one

Purpose: Respect the strong!

Ignorant people only know that this town is evil, but those with some knowledge know the true purpose of this town.

Once every three years, on the 13th day of the twelfth lunar month in the cold winter, the Demon Sect’s grand event, the Demon Peak Conference, is held on the Demon Subduing Mountain in the Southern Wilderness. Demons gather around it. Regardless of sect or idleness, anyone who is a member of the Demon Sect can participate.

Keeping grudges in the open and all parties proving justice was the motto of the Demon Lord back then. Now, several years have passed, and although the Demon Lord has disappeared, this grand event has been retained by all parties and is carried out as scheduled.

It just so happens that Fu Mo Mountain is the highest mountain among the 100,000 Mountains, and the foot of the mountain is right at Mo Luo Town. Therefore, the only way for the Peak Demon Conference is to go out of Mo Luo Town and not far away from Fu Mo Mountain.

On that day, the town of Moluo, which had been cold for three years, was once again lively. There were many people and horses, and various factions of the demon sect were everywhere, making the noise loud and clear.

People poured in from all four city gates, and there were constant frictions and fights. The snowy ground was stained red with pools of blood. There was no one to dissuade them, and most of them were people who were watching the show to encourage them.

At this moment, outside the east gate, four or five strong men were surrounding three horses and three men on horseback, laughing and drinking. The weapons in their hands were dripping with blood. Not long ago, they had robbed several waves of fat sheep.

The three horses looked very tired, their noses were hot and they were panting, and their hoofs were unsteady. The three people on the horse also had a dusty look on their faces, their hair was messy, and their clothes were covered with snow. They turned out to be two young men and a lame old man.

"Old Sun, I leave it to you." The young man in black robe behind the old man glanced at the person in front of him in disgust, picked up the kettle and drank water. This was already the fourth group he had met, and he was used to it.

Next to the young man in black robe is the young man in gray robe. His face is slightly pale, and his hands are shaking slightly as he holds the reins. He looks stubbornly at the old man's back and keeps warning himself: "It's just killing people. It's the most normal thing in the world. You have to get used to it. You can't."

It’s embarrassing for big brother.”

As he said this, his eyes gradually turned cold and he looked at the enemy fiercely. Yes, the three of them were the three people from Mo Yu who had been through the dust.

Several strong men blocking the road heard Mo Yu's words clearly and looked at each other and laughed. One of them, a man with a rough beard, stepped forward with a knife, pointed at Sun Xiangyi with disdain and said: "Just because this lame old... uh

…”

Before he finished speaking, Sun Xiangyi's eyes turned cold, and he waved his hand and struck out with all his strength. The big man's chest deflated, his eyes widened, and he vomited blood and fell to the ground.

It happened too suddenly. Sun Xiangyi's attack was only raised and lowered. The remaining people were unable to react in time and were dumbfounded. Even the restless people around were silent at the moment and looked at Sun Xiangyi fearfully.

Not surprised, Mo Yu touched the end of Youwei's handle and comforted his mount, while Mo Qi breathed rapidly and stared at the snow as the blood adapted. The situation was improved compared to before.

Not liking being watched, Sun Xiangyi was too lazy to continue taking action. He lifted the reins in his hand, clamped his legs on the horse's belly and shouted: "Get out!"

The sound of thunder exploded, and the remaining people suddenly came to their senses. When they saw the hooves of horses approaching, they rolled to both sides in panic. They were so frightened that they threw their weapons aside. They barely managed to dodge the two horses that came forward, but one person still managed to avoid them.

His legs were trampled by Mo Qi's horse, and he wailed and beat the ground.

The three of them did not hesitate to show mercy and rode directly into the city. As for the outcome, it was nothing more than the jungle of the jungle. Those who rob others should be prepared to be robbed at any time. This is a devil's cave, and there is no good.

When they entered the city, they were surrounded by crowds of people, either stalls were easy to change, some were playing together, or some had evil intentions, and the three of them did not dare to stay any longer, so they went directly to an inn under the leadership of Sun Xiangyi.

The horses were led to the stables in the backyard by the store owner. For safety reasons, the three of them only had an upper room. It was close to the street and the floor-to-ceiling windows could be lifted up to see what was going on outside.

It was windy and snowy all the way, and we stayed in hotels and went out for a while, but we were never able to have a stable rest. Now that we have arrived in Moruo Town, we can finally recharge our batteries.

Now that he is in the mortal world, he must consider Sun Xiangyi's enemy Zhou Youdao. He is the next leader of the Blood Refining Sect. He is not very powerful. Not to mention that the Blood Refining Sect is the top sect of the Demon Sect. For such a grand event, they will definitely send people to participate.

The status of the sender should not be low, at least he should be an elder or something like that, and he would live in a small town even if he was a good person.

Sun Xiangyi and Zhou Youdao had a long-lasting grudge, and now they are alone. It is difficult to get revenge. Therefore, the Peak Demon Conference is his only chance. Various factions testify. As long as both parties are present, Zhou Youdao will have to accept his life-and-death plan.

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There were no forces involved, but there were casualties on both sides, and none of the sects would be held accountable afterwards.

The two of them were both injured in Zhaofeng Village. Zhou Youdao also believed that his internal strength was higher than that of Sun Xiangyi, so in order to eliminate the root cause, he would probably come to the Peak Demon Meeting in person. He knew that what Sun Xiangyi lacked was an opportunity, so he gave him this opportunity. At the meeting, everything turned out to be...

They are all so in tune with nature.

The three of them ordered food and drinks, told the shopkeeper not to disturb them, and sat down to eat and drink. Sun Xiangyi drank and sighed, looking at the street through the window, with a melancholy expression on his face: "We have been apart for more than ten years, but I didn't expect that when I come back, I will be there again."

Become a guest at the door."

The tone was mixed with a hint of loneliness and desolation, which greatly reduced the appetite of both Mo Yu and Mo Yu. Mo Yu frowned, knowing that Sun Xiangyi was saddened by the situation. Things have changed and people have changed, and everyone would feel melancholy in the next life.

Thinking of the Lord's Mansion, I suddenly felt a sense of sympathy for each other, and sighed: "Old Sun, everything depends on human beings. You will definitely get your revenge and take back everything that belongs to you."

Mo Qi echoed the situation: "Old Sun has made another breakthrough in his realm. He will definitely be caught off guard and avenge his previous humiliation."

The words of the two people had more or less effect. Sun Xiangyi looked back, glanced at the two of them complexly for a few times, raised his head and took a few sips of strong wine, then returned to his normal state: "That's natural, if he hadn't been attacked and maimed by that despicable villain.

, I have already been killed by his hand."

He put down the wine jar, took up his chopsticks to pick up the food, and while chewing, he looked at Mo Yu and the two of them, and said in an incomprehensible tone: "There are countless demons in this town, big and small. You two can just stay here if you have nothing to do. If your itchy skin causes trouble, I will

I don’t care.”

Mo Yu glanced at the street and said softly, "And you, the old devil, are the ones who are afraid of you?"

Mo Qi suddenly came to his senses. Sun Xiangyi was in the realm of the Sixth Heaven. He was already extraordinary in raising his hands and feet. How terrifying was he to be afraid of someone.

Sun Xiangyi looked at the two of them with disdain, snorted and laughed at their ignorance, shook his head, looked vaguely in several directions around the town, and said in a low voice: "You are in the world, what do I mean?"

The two of them were surprised when they saw Sun Xiangyi surrendering for the first time, but they believed in his words without a doubt.

The rivers and lakes are so vast that the leaders of each sect are at least seventh-level masters, and the supreme elders above them are even more unpredictable. What’s more, the world is vast and there are some hermits and experts who can’t come out. Who dares to dominate?

At that time, there were many masters in the Jun Mansion, and the top ones were even two Ninth Heavenly Powers. But what happened? They were wiped out overnight, and all traces were completely wiped out.

Mo Yu has always believed that there are rivers and lakes above the rivers and lakes, like a hidden giant hand, manipulating and controlling the entire Tianhe. Who is it and what is its purpose?

Everything was like a giant cocoon, waiting for Mo Yu to draw the silk. He had to go despite not wanting to do so. Five words were engraved bloody in his heart: Twelve Sects of Heaven! This was the only information about his enemy that he knew.

After eating and drinking enough to avoid being exposed in public, the three of them could only stay in the room. Sun Xiangyi said that he had an old friend in Moruo Town. The two had known each other for more than 20 years, and they knew each other well and had a life-long friendship.

Before arriving, he had already sent a message to him about his coming, asking him to check out the news about the Blood Refining Sect first and meet him this afternoon.

Several hours passed, and as the sky turned dark, there was a knock on the door.

The three of them became energetic and each drew their weapons. Sun Xiangyi signaled the two of them to step back, stood up on crutches, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Who is it?"

The knock on the door disappeared, and after a few breaths of silence outside the house, a voice sounded: "Old friend, come west."

After just four words, Sun Xiangyi's face changed drastically and he looked excited. He hurriedly walked to the door and opened the door with his right hand trembling slightly.

The door opened, and there stood an old man with a stout figure and a bald forehead. His face was clean and beardless, but his eyebrows were all white and slanted to both sides.

The old man, who was wearing a coat and robe, first glanced around the room, glanced at Mo Yu and the two in astonishment, then turned red, excitedly patted Sun Xiangyi's arm and said with a smile: "Sun Laoguai, you are finally willing to come here!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and while talking, they closed the door and entered. After sitting down, the old man smiled and pointed at Mo Yu and said, "I wonder who these two little friends are?"

Sun Xiangyi was taking out a jar of wine and unsealing it, curling his lips and said casually: "I have two new registered disciples for my service."

As he spoke, he filled two glasses of wine and handed one to the old man. The old man took the glass. The two shook their heads and smiled again. They touched each other and drank the wine in one gulp, exclaiming that they were happy.

Sun Xiangyi smacked his lips, squinted his eyes and joked at the old man: "Who knew that the evil eyebrows who were so powerful back then would disappear in this remote place, and they would last for more than ten years."

The old man's surname is Bai, his name is Zhouyue. He was born with unibrows and was abandoned. He studied under the demon sect Sanren. He became famous for his unique skill of corpse-crushing claws. He slaughtered four or five sects one after another, so he was named Evil Eyebrow Sanren!

Bai Zhouyue and Sun Xiangyi reunited after a long absence. They chatted about their love for two hours, telling each other about their recent experiences and trivial matters.

Mo Yu and the others were silent throughout the whole process and had no right to interrupt. They simply sat aside and listened quietly. When they got tired of listening, they began to meditate. When they heard about some people and things in the world, they listened intently.

At night, Moluo Town is still noisy, with the demons doing whatever they want. Inside the house, you can clearly hear people eating, drinking, shouting, fighting, and killing outside. Only the areas around the big sects are clean.

Finally, after chatting away and starting to get to the main topic, Bai Zhouyue hesitated and said: "Old guy, as expected, there are more than twenty people coming from the Blood Refining Sect this time, and the leader is none other than that old ghost Zhou."

"Pah," Sun Xiangyi crushed the wine cup in his hand into powder, his eyes were cold and he gritted his teeth: "It is indeed him!"

Seeing Sun Xiangyi's expression, Bai Zhouyue's expression was complicated, her eyes dodged, her fingers kept tapping on the table, and hesitantly said: "There is one more person."

"Who is it?" Sun Xiangyi's face darkened and he frowned solemnly.

Bai Zhouyue's eyes flashed darkly, she glanced at Mo Yu and the two of them, and said in a low voice: "Sun Cheng."

When these two words were spoken, Sun Xiangyi's face froze and his eyes were dim and empty. For a long time, he stood up with his sleeves thrown away in anger, his figure suddenly stooped, and he said with mixed hatred: "This traitor!"

Mo Yu frowned. His surname was Sun, and he was a rebellious son. Could it be Sun Xiangyi's son who recognized a thief as his father? His heart was palpitating. If that was the case, it would be difficult for the Peak Demon Party and his party.
Chapter completed!