Xiaoqingshan Chen Mansion, Yunzhong Chen Xiaobao, is discussing secretly with Taoist Mingzhu.

Han Mo took advantage of the dark clouds covering the moon and the dark night, and walked quickly to a secluded forest.

There were two figures waiting for him in the woods.

One of them, hunched over and leaned on a crutch, made several turbid coughs from time to time, like an old man in his twilight years.

At this time, a bright moon poked out half of the thick dark clouds.

The moonlight was falling on the man, illuminating half of his face.

That face was obviously very young, but it looked like it was dry and had a pale face, her eyes were deep and her hair was white and withered.

What was most shocking was his eyes.

His eyes were filled with ferocity, hatred and malice.

This is not the look that a human should have.

He is more like a revenge evil ghost crawling out of the Nine Nether Abyss.

Han Mo recognized the identity of this person at a glance.

The wind is the fourth one, the wind is bright!

If it were an ordinary monk from Qingxi Mountain and Blessed Land, he would never dream of dreaming that Feng Si Shao, who was handsome and handsome, would have turned into this look, no one or no ghost.

But Han Mo didn't find it too surprised.

He already knew about everything that happened in the fairyland of Cloud Sea.

In the fairyland of the sea of ​​clouds, Feng Chenglang jumped up and down, instigating the monks to oppose Yun Chong and Chen Xiaobao.

Thousands of monks not only failed to deal with Yun Chong, but were tricked by him!

The wind turns brightly, but stealing chickens will not make you lose rice!

He was so angry that he vomited three liters of blood, killing half of his life.

After returning, Feng Chenglang became like a person who was not a human or a ghost.

At this time, Feng Chenglang also discovered Han Mo's existence. He coughed twice, vomited two mouthfuls of blood, and then he said.

"Han Mo, you are here!"

Feng Chenglang stopped coughing, and a pair of cold eyes stared at Han Mo sinisterly.

Han Mo's face became unstable.

His heart seemed to be struggling.

Han Mo stood there for a long time, finally gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and bowed his fists to Feng Chenglang.

"The villain Han Mo, I have seen the Fourth Young Master Feng!"

"Hehe, very good..."

Feng Chenglang smiled proudly when he saw Han Mo lowering his head.

A trace of abnormal flush appeared on his pale face.

His laughter was like a night owl, unpleasant and harsh, echoing in the quiet woods for a long time.

After these days of "training", the guy Han Mo finally knew who the real master was.

Feng Chenglang was so proud that he was a little overwhelmed. When he was excited, he coughed violently again.

Coughing and vomiting blood.

A mouthful of red blood squirted on the ground, looking shocking.

After a while, Feng Chenglang finally stopped vomiting blood. He gasped violently, as if he had walked around in front of the gate of hell again.

He raised his head, his eyes became extremely vicious and extremely vicious, and his whole body exuded a strong smell of resentment.

"Yun Chong, I will definitely not let you go! I will live well until I kill you with my own hands!"

Now, the belief that supports Feng Chenglang to survive is hatred for Yun Chong.

Feng Chenglang reached out and pointed at the person beside him, and said to Han Mo.

"Han Mo, this is Yan Xiaojia from the Punishment Hall! You want to kill Yun Chong and take back the concubine Yu Ji. Yan Xiaojia wants to convict Yun Chong to maintain the rules and regulations of the sect. The enemy of the enemy is friends, and you two are born friends."

Yan Xiaojia walked up and looked at Han Mo.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: "If you want to defeat Yun Chong, then from now on, you must listen to me."

Han Mo nodded silently when he heard this.

Yan Xiaojia was very satisfied with Han Mo's attitude, and he continued: "Yun Chong is extremely cunning. We only have one chance to deal with him. If one blow fails, Yun Chong will definitely find an opportunity to turn the tables."

After hearing this, Han Mo nodded again.

What Yan Xiaojia said is not bad at all.

Han Mo knew Yun Chong very well. This person was scheming and cunning.

If he is given a chance, he will definitely turn the tables against the wind.

Han Mo asked, "So, what are you going to do?"

Yan Xiaojia's eyes were full of light and he said coldly: "As soon as the sky was dawn, we would go to the third peak of the execution hall to sue Yun Chong!"

On the third peak of the Punishment Hall, the elder of the deacon is Han Yifa, and Han Yifa's personal disciple is Han Qianxi.

Yan Xiaojia is also the personal disciple of Han Qianxi, the sword immortal in the execution hall.

Therefore, the third peak of the Zhengtang is also considered the territory of Yan Xiaojia.

By the third peak, the chance of success will indeed increase a lot.

Yan Xiaojia said coldly: "When you arrive at the punishment hall, you need not say anything extra. As long as you bite it a little bit, it is the Pure Yang Golden Pill provided by Yun Chong!"

When Han Mo heard this, his eyes flashed. He was also a smart person. How could he not understand Yan Xiaojia’s plan?

After such a long period of investigation, Yan Xiaojia has obtained tangible evidence.

The female cultivator of Baihualou murdered countless errand disciples in order to seize their pure yang energy and refine a pure yang golden elixir.

In other words, whoever controls the Pure Yang Golden Elixir is the real culprit behind Baihualou.

Baihua Tower has many killings and sins are heinous.

This alone is enough to cure a death sentence.

Han Mo was a little worried and said, "Motivation, what is Yun Chong's motivation for doing this? If the motivation is insufficient, Yun Chong can completely deny it. He said that this pure Yang Jindan was not refined by him. He could even say that this pure Yang Jindan was picked up by him."

As soon as these words were spoken, Yan Xiaojia's expression changed slightly.

He really didn't expect this kind of "sophistry".

Although this "picked" rhetoric is shameless and unconvincing, it is still an argument.

If Yun Chong bit this article to death, the entire interrogation process would be in a deadlock.

Time is delayed and various variables are likely to arise.

God knows, if Yun Chong takes a breath, what idea would he come up with, and will he turn the tables against the wind?

Yan Xiaojia fell into silence, but Feng Chenglang smiled, his face was full of viciousness and fierceness, and he slowly walked forward with a crutch.

Feng Chenglang reached out and threw something in the direction of Han Mo.

Han Mo stretched out his hand and took the thing. He looked down and couldn't help saying, "Yinzhu?"

"right!"

Feng Chenglang smiled and said in a yin test: "We can do something on the best Yin beads! In order to get more top Yin beads, Yun Chong specially refined pure Yang Jindan for you to improve your Taoist strength."

This is a convincing reason.

The best Yin pearl is rare in the world. Yun Chong takes risks for it, and everyone will believe it.

However, when it comes to "the strength of Taoism", Han Mo's face became extremely gloomy.

His pure Yang outer pill was sealed by Feng Chengshen.

Now, he cannot communicate with the Pure Yang Outer Pill and cannot absorb the power therein.

Now Han Mo is just an ordinary early stage monk in the foundation building stage.

Feng Chenglang smiled, as if he understood Han Mo's dissatisfaction, and gave the other party a "peace of mind", he spoke.
Chapter completed!