In just one day, several masters from the Golden Elixir Stage were ambushed and attacked and killed.

This made everyone feel threatened. Some of the passers-by of Xulong Mountain couldn't help but think of the murderer. The guy who caused a bloody storm in Xulong Mountain at that time would be the same person as this time?

Although this is a bit incredible, after all, the one who died here is the Golden Pill stage. No matter how powerful the level passer is, it is impossible for the Golden Pill stage to be killed in the Foundation Establishment stage. After all, the level passer is the innate and foundation establishing.

But this idea prevents many people from having doubts, just like some conspiracy argument, which always makes people involuntarily push all this onto something or person they think.

And believe it without doubt.

These people naturally don’t know that all this was caused by Zhong Wuxian and others killing innocent people for their own selfish desires. You should know that there are only more than 100 passers-by in the third level, and there are only more than 800 accompanying them.

If we want to include the Golden Elixir Stage, there are probably only less than 300 people.

This number is naturally pitifully small in the entire sea area, but if it is in the island of Trial, it is considered a lot. Therefore, even if Zhong Wuxian, Mo Dangdao and others rob the lives and golden elixirs of the monks, the news spreads nowhere soon.

Somewhere in the desert, a second-level golden elixir monk looked at Mo Dangdao in front of him with horror, and still looked at his golden elixir being held in his hand in disbelief, opening his mouth and blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"For the sake of the foundation... why..." Two companions had died by the monk, one was a monk in the foundation building stage, and the other was a passerby in the innate stage. He and his companions in the foundation building stage were accompanying people, but they did not expect to die inexplicably at the hands of Mo Dangdao.

"I refuse to answer the dead man's question." Mo Dangdao replied lightly, pulling the hat very low, but it did not prevent others from easily guessing his identity with this outfit. The monk felt his gradually disappearing life, and the fear in his eyes was finally replaced by resentment, and said, "You... you are going to fall into the devil..."

Mo Dangdao had no reaction: "Whatever you think..." After saying that, he collected the storage bag and treasure on his body, and then the golden elixir rose up from the wind and no longer looked at him.

Finally, the monk lost his last little vitality and lay on the ground side. The round hole in his chest was filled with cold blood, spreading on the boundless sand, shocking...

After Mo Dangdao flew, he was about to find the next target, but just as he chose the direction and was about to go quickly, an alert suddenly arose in his heart!

I saw a gray light and shadow suddenly flying from the sky in the distance, like an incompatible silk thread that divides the world under the scorching sun. The gray light and shadow soon came to Mo Dangdao and then floated steadily in the air.

This visitor was just an old man in gray robe. The fluctuations of spiritual power from his body meant that he was a second-level Jindan cultivator. However, this old man obviously knew Mo Dangdao's origin, but there was no sense of respect or fear on his face.

On the other hand, Mo Dangdao, although the expression on his face did not change at all when he saw this person, a huge uproar broke out in his heart! The two looked at each other for a while, and Mo Dangdao took off his hat. His eyes were not dull, but he could not see any other emotions. He only heard him say, "Long time no see, it's a shame to the Taoist."

"I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Mo also came here, it was so strange." The Yinshu Taoist looked at Mo Dangdao lightly, with a consistent expression on his dead wood-like face: "There are three waves of monks here who were ambushed and six Jindan-stage monks were killed. I didn't expect that the famous fisherman actually started doing this kind of thing."

"What I do, it seems that you can't control me, either." A murderous intent flashed in Mo Dangdao's eyes, but he didn't know what he was afraid of but didn't dare to take action immediately: "You stop me, you won't be so bored that you want to uphold justice or something."

"My master is very interested in what you have done and sent me to ask fellow Taoist Mo to come over and talk about it." The Yinshu Taoist said lightly: "Fellow Daoist Mo to come with me."

Although the Yinshu Taoist said "please", the tone was more unquestionable, as if he was applying an order, he would not be allowed to refuse.

As for his tone, Mo Dangdao frowned, then remained silent for a moment, and said, "Why should I go with you?"

The Yinshu Taoist said lightly: "Fellow Daoist Mo can choose not to go. After all, in addition to you, there are also fellow Taoist Zhong and fellow Taoist Cao. The master first invites you, you should know what this means." After a pause, the Yinshu Taoist took out a token from his arms, and then compared it to Mo Dangdao, saying: "You can refuse."

When he saw the token, Mo Dangdao's eyes flashed with horror as before, his heart sank, and his body trembled unstoppablely. The murderous intent on his body disappeared in an instant. Mo Dangdao's face changed, and his eyes were even more complicated and difficult to understand. After a long time of silence, he let out a heavy breath and said, "Is your master the master of this token?"

"You will know after you see it." Yinshu Taoist said lightly: "I don't have much time, and my master doesn't have the patience to wait for you for too long. Don't be a fellow Taoist, or not to go, just say something."

Mo Dangdao swallowed a saliva and said slowly: "He...how could he enter the Island of Trial?"

"Don't worry about this with fellow Taoist."

Mo Dangdao's strength is much higher than that of Yinshu Taoist, but at this moment, Yinshu Taoist is much better than Mo Dangdao. Mo Dangdao was afraid of something, and looked at the token and finally said, "I'll go!" This sentence was said, and the worry and fear in his heart seemed to have faded a lot.

The Yinshu Taoist seemed to have known Mo Dangdao's answer for a long time, and did not show any surprise. His face was always dull, and he closed the token and turned his body, Yufeng: "Then come with me."

Nodded, Mo Dangdao brought the hat back to his head, as if this could cover up his pale face exposed in the scorching sun, and then his body turned into a rainbow light and disappeared into the sky with the evil Taoist.

The Yinshu Taoist led the way, while Mo Dangdao followed behind him, his face full of solemnity. It was obvious that he was worried, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Before he could fly for a long time, he heard the Yinshu Taoist saying in front of him: "Here, let's go down. Master does not want to be disturbed by others. Don't worry, you'd better restrain your breath."

If someone else said this sentence to Mo Dangdao, Mo Dangdao would have been furious. After all, he was also a famous wandering cultivator who had been famous for a long time. When would he be domineering? But after the Yinshu Taoist said this, Mo Dangdao's eyes only flashed with hesitation, and he obediently restrained his golden elixir power and then fell down.

Below were a few small sandbags, and there were a few cactus growing messily on the arched pile of sand. The slanted sunlight pulled down several shadows. Mo Dangdao seemed to feel something, but he didn't say anything.

The Yinshu Taoist came to the center of the three sandbags, then stretched out his hand, ignited a ball of black mana on his hand, and then put his index finger and middle finger together. Suddenly, a wave of water-like ripples appeared in this steaming space, and then a different scenery appeared in the middle of the originally empty mountain bag!

The grass is growing, the green pond is quiet, and the banana trees are waving in the wind, making it an oasis that is hard to see in the desert.

On the grass in the center, there were a few figures leaning against the banana tree. One was sitting cross-legged on the ground, while the other six were leaning against the side. The person sitting cross-legged was a handsome young man with fair skin and handsome appearance. He had no spiritual power fluctuations on his body, but he seemed to be sitting there a big tree, still standing still.

Who else could this person be if he is Leng Ao?

When I saw these people, Mo Dangdao's eyes shrank, and Pan Yang, the more famous iron hand in the cultivation world, was also behind this person.

"Owner."

The Yinshu Taoist bowed his waist respectfully to Leng Ao and saluted, and then said, "Don't bring it to Dao."

Leng Ao opened his closed eyes at this time, and then slowly swept towards Mo Dangdao. When Leng Ao opened his eyes and the Leng Ao that Chu Hao saw seemed like two people. Leng Ao in front of Mo Dangdao, just a slight glance of his eyes made him feel like he fell into an ice cellar. The powerful pressure seemed to be a mountain suddenly coming, causing his chest to sink!

Mo Dangdao was extremely shocked. He clearly felt that the person in front of him was just a junior in the innate Great Perfection realm, but this feeling was much greater than the pressure of facing the Great Perfection of the Golden Elixir!

This invisible pressure made him lower his head and dare not look at his cold and arrogant eyes!

"Mo Dangdao?" Leng Ao's voice slowly sounded. Unlike in the past, his voice was more of an innate aloof and cold person. The name Mo Dangdao was not a casual cultivator, but just a name of an ordinary mortal. "I heard of you, it was the first time I met."

"Dare you a descendant of the crown prince?"

Mo Dangdao swallowed a saliva. Under this huge pressure, he couldn't even raise the slightest intention of resisting! How powerful spiritual pressure does this require? His pride as a fourth-level Jindan cultivator actually made him unable to raise his head to speak, and even his voice was extremely weak! After saying this, even he was stunned.

"Descendants of the Crown Prince?" The answer to Mo Dangdao was a cold and arrogant sneer, as if Mo Dangdao said a ridiculous thing. This sneer made Mo Dangdao tremble all over, as if he had said the wrong thing!

Leng Ao said lightly: "There are no descendants of the crown prince here!"

Suddenly a gust of wind blew over, and Mo Dangdao was shocked. Before he could react, the hat on his head was accidentally blown to the ground. Then, a cold and arrogant voice continued: "I don't want others to talk to me with their heads wrapped around them."

This was an extremely insulting thing, but Mo Dangdao had no reaction at all. Then he was about to speak, but he heard the voice of the evil Taoist saying, "This is the master, and the master has no descendants."
Chapter completed!