After the two introduced each other, information was shared. After a while, Mo Chengjun already knew the situation that Balinger and the others were facing. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were filled with contemplation.

Chu Xuexian acted very impatiently: "Senior Brother Mo, we really shouldn't delay here now. The sooner we inform the sect, the more chance we have of surviving."

Mo Chengjun shook his head: "Junior sister Chu, you are deceiving yourself and others.

Based on the situation you described, even if the sect dispatched experts now, there would be no delay at all on the way, and it would be impossible to make it in time.

After all, the barren mountains are thousands of miles away at least, and it is hard to say whether Senior Brother Ba and the others can survive the night.

Therefore, Uncle Master and the others actually want you to flee, but they are afraid that you won't, so they tell you this."

Chu Xuexian's face turned pale. She actually knew all this, but she just didn't want to admit it. At this moment, after being exposed by Mo Chengjun, she seemed to have lost all her strength and even acted hysterical.

"Then what do you say we should do? What do you say we should do? Shouldn't we do nothing? Just watch them die?

Senior Brother Mo, tell me?"

She talked, shouted, and vented, and tears flowed down unsatisfactoryly, like spring water that could no longer be stopped.

Okay, Mo Chengjun's claws are numb again, what's going on with this woman?

One moment he is yin and yang and another moment he is crying, it is really difficult to deal with!

In his past life and this life, as a single man from beginning to end, Mo Chengjun wanted to say that the only thing he couldn't handle was a woman, and what's more, he couldn't handle a woman who cried to you with red eyes.

"Don't cry, wait, Junior Sister Chu, can we stop crying first?" Mo Chengjun shouted quickly: "The top priority is that we have to save people, do you understand?"

"Rescue?"

Chu Xuexian grasped the key point instantly and stopped crying. She just looked at Mo Chengjun with tearful eyes: "Didn't you say there is no way to save her?"

Mo Chengjun had a question mark on his face: "I said it is unrealistic to rely on the sect to send strong men, but when did I say there was no way to save it?"

"It seems like this..." Chu Xuexian thought for a while, and finally stopped crying. Instead, she wiped her tears randomly and said, "Then what should we do?"

"Don't worry, don't worry yet, let me think about it!"

Mo Chengjun no longer paid attention to her, but frowned and began to think. He was connecting the information he knew, evaluating the methods he could use now, and thinking about what to do.

Break in?

That’s too tough!

Mo Chengjun is still self-aware. This evil is also a ghost king. He is similar to the strong immortal cultivators in the out-of-body realm. Although he has great limitations and many disadvantages.

But if he, a little foundation builder, wants to challenge his opponent in a one-on-one battle, it would really be too long for his life.

This is not to mention that the opponent has a ghost city and countless ghost armies.

Looking at it this way, it's not much different from an egg hitting a stone.

But the problem is, he is not here for a duel, he is here to save people. As long as he diverts the Ghost King's attention, seizes the opportunity, and leads people out of the underworld, there is a high chance of survival.

In this situation, it would be best to find some foreign aid. It seems that the sect is too far away to rely on.

However, is there a sect nearby that can help?

No, it's not very realistic. Just negotiating will take an unknown amount of time.

So, you have to rely on yourself!

Wait, the sect is not necessarily unreliable. The name of the Galaxy Sword Sect is actually quite intimidating.

Moreover, it’s not that I don’t have a trump card. To deal with ghosts, thunder is the best way after all.

So, can this be done?

Mo Chengjun's thoughts were spinning rapidly, and flashes of light flashed in his mind. Some were rejected by him, and some were retained by him, until finally, a vague plan took shape in his mind.

With a sudden pause in his steps, Mo Chengjun looked at Chu Xuexian and asked: "Junior sister Chu, how much combat power can you recover by midnight?"

Chu Xuexian was stunned for a moment, and then started to calculate: "I can't say for sure, but if there is a magic pill to recover, I should be able to recover by five points."

"Five points? A little less!" Mo Chengjun frowned slightly:

Chu Xuexian immediately said: "I practice the "No Return and No Regrets Sword Art". If necessary, I can use the secret method to fight, and I will never hold you back!"

"I don't need you to work hard. Five points is enough."

At this time, Mo Chengjun finally made up his mind and said: "Junior sister Chu, I have a plan. It is very risky, but there is a chance to save people. I wonder if you are willing to give it a try?"

"As long as I can save people, even if it's just a point, I'm not willing to give up!"

"Okay, now, let's go back to the Demon Slayer Division first!"

"Demon Slayer Division?"

"Yes, we have to get some supplies first!"

…

As Daxuan's violent organization specializing in slaying demons, the Demon Slayer Division naturally has a rich collection of secrets on martial arts, magic and breath-taking techniques. Of course, they are incomparable to those of the Galaxy Sword Sect.

In addition, there are also various types of elixirs, magic weapons, and strange materials.

At this time, Mo Chengjun forced Qian Baihu to open the warehouse, walked in, and ransacked it without any scruples.

Naturally, he didn't like any magic weapon, but pills were good things. He first gave Chu Xuexian the ones that restored her magic power, letting her practice and recover them, and then wiped out the rest.

No treatment, broken mirrors, internal injuries, external injuries, no one was spared. In order to save people, these are all necessary.

Then, he started looking among all kinds of debris.

Mo Chengjun was wandering around with the idea of ​​​​shopping for items, but don't tell me, he really found some good things.

The first was a dormant Eye of the Spiritual Fountain, which was shaped like a branch of a dead tree, and he accepted it with a smile.

Next is a large piece of gold crystal ore, which is a good thing to refine into the sword pill. It can increase the sharpness and strengthen the sword body. Naturally, he is not polite.

Of course, what surprised him the most was that at the corner of the warehouse was a high platform that had been gathering dust for many years.

The high platform is two feet high and one foot wide. It almost reaches the roof when placed in the warehouse. The material used should be some kind of spiritual bamboo. Even though it is covered with dust, there is still light shining and swimming.

Without saying anything, Mo Chengjun raised his hand and swept away the dust directly with a wind technique. When he touched it, he could feel the coolness of bamboo and its affinity for magic power.

Yes, this is actually an altar!

There are many large-scale spells that require the help of magic altars when used, which can gather more spiritual resources from heaven and earth, and is also a convenient way to communicate with spiritual forces from heaven and earth.

After all, not everyone can directly control the magic of heaven and earth like Mo Chengjun.

As representatives of large-scale magical powers, [Expelling Thunder and Electricity] and [Conjuring Wind and Rain] can use the altar. When Mo Chengjun was researching, he saw records about the altar more than once.

But of course he didn't need it, and he never thought about making it.

But this time it was different. Facing the evil ghost king, with this altar, the power of his spells could be increased by at least 10% or 20%, but it was not a slight increase.

Immediately, without saying a word, Mo Chengjun began to nurture the altar with his magic power. To put it bluntly, he circulated the magic power back and forth between the altar and himself, contaminating the altar with the triple imprint of his own magic power, so as to achieve

So handy.

It is worth mentioning that during this period, Mo Chengjun asked the sect for help through the sound transmission formation. With the authority of a true disciple, he directly delivered the news to the Star Hall in order to attract the attention of several big bosses.

Not to mention whether we can make it in time, at least it is a struggle.

Moreover, these evil ghost kings still have to be killed. He can't kill them, but the strong men of the sect can!

Then, he conveyed the news to the surrounding sects again. This time, he naturally put his own predicament behind and focused on the evil ghost king.

This ghost king who slaughtered an entire city is a street rat that everyone shouts to beat. Anyone caught by any sect must be punished.

Just like that, when it was almost midnight, Mo Chengjun finally walked out of the treasure house. He and Chu Xuexian set up the clouds again and headed towards the ghost city.

It's midnight, the sky and the earth are dark, the Yang world and the Yin earth are getting closer, and the opportunities between heaven and earth are getting colder and colder.

Outside the deserted village, Mo Chengjun took the lead in pressing the cloud head, and after searching for a long time, he found the location. He began to arrange the altar, put up the command flag, and used himself as a link to integrate the altar into the earth's veins.

Then, he sat on the altar, crossed his legs, and meditated. The magic power surged in his body, the internal Qi circulated, and the Jingzhe Qi constantly regulated the internal organs and balanced the yin and yang of the body to ensure the peak state.

As for Chu Xuexian, she had already ridden the four-eared donkey demon further away, hiding her aura and figure in a specific location.

Then, time passed little by little until midnight passed and a new day began. When the Yin Qi in the world was at its strongest, Mo Chengjun opened his eyes.

He stood up, made a hand seal with one hand, and touched his eyes. A dark color appeared under his eyes. When he looked around, the world had turned into black and gray.

The black earth and gray sky are as monotonous as a painting, but between the black and gray, there is a majestic city standing.

On top of the towering gate tower, the four characters "Deviled Ghost City" seem to be reflected in people's hearts. The miserable wind comes from all directions, as if it can take away every trace of warmth between heaven and earth, and the coldness penetrates into the bone marrow.

This is Yin soil!

This is a ghost town!

Mo Chengjun inhaled slightly and exhaled again. His whole body's aura had quietly changed. He had lost his usual calmness. He no longer cared about everything in the past. He took a step and his whole body was like a dragon out of the sea.

, full of unspeakable arrogance.

He said: "The wind is coming!"

Then, a strong wind descended from the sky and the earth, and the sound of sobbing and screaming covered up all the noise. Wherever the strong wind passed, it rolled up sand and dust all over the sky, as if everything was shaking.

He spoke again: "Yun Ju!"

As a result, billowing black clouds rose from all directions and rolled in. They intertwined and piled up, becoming larger and thicker, obscuring the originally dark and overcast sky.
To be continued...