Xianzhou City.

Mu Zhe walked on the main street, and for some reason he suddenly frowned slightly.

Jiu Xi was drooling at the demon cultivator walking around, and saw this and said in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Mu Zhe closed his eyes slightly, spread his spiritual consciousness, quietly covering the entire Xianzhou city, and whispered: "Not quite right."

Jiu Xi sucked a few breaths of demonic energy at the demon cultivator who passed by, and sneaked back as if he was a thief: "Hmm? What's wrong?"

Mu Zhe said: "When I cleaned up the plague ghosts in Yuzhou City, the thirteen plague ghosts were scattered in every corner of the city, but the plague ghosts here..."

He raised his hand and pointed at the central government of Xianzhou: "It seems that there are less than thirteen, and they are all gathering in one place."

Jiu Xi said "ah" in a daze, not very understanding of this, just asked, "Then can I eat it later?"

Mu Zhe stopped, opened his eyes, and looked at the direction where the plague ghost was.

Jiuxi: "Don't you go?"

Mu Zhe said: "You can't go."

Jiuji said disappointedly: "Ah?"

"The master just wanted to send me away, not because he wanted me to really remove the thirteen plague ghosts." Mu Zui said, "As long as the master kills Li Genglan, or the Sanshui Senior Brother prevents Feng Yun from activate the formation of "raising plague ghosts", those plague ghosts will not be afraid."

Jiu Xi looked at the demon cultivator running around, sucking, and it was too painful to see that he could not eat. He forced his eyes off the demon cultivator and said with difficulty: "Then what are we going to do? You won't just want to wait here."

Mu Ze naturally wouldn't wait. He spread his spiritual sense out again, but this time he searched for it was not the illegitimate ghost, but the monks and mortals.

As expected.

Mu Zhe suddenly opened his eyes, turned to the south, and said, "Go."

He said that he had already left quickly, and Jiuxi hurriedly followed and said, "What are you going to do?! Have a meal?"

Mu Zhe's voice didn't fluctuate: "Go and save people."

The thirteen mortal ghosts have not yet been completed. There must be other mortals or monks in Xianzhou City who were captured by demon cultivators to Xianzhou, so that they can be transformed into mortal ghosts.

If they had time to save them, the formation of the thirteen thirteen thirteen thieves would naturally not be activated.

But Mu Zhe felt that this matter was still strange.

Since ancient times, the "epidemic ghosts" recorded in books have been carried out in the city of mortals. Because mortals have no power to tie chickens, some cultivation levels of all mortals can easily cause a unilateral massacre.

For example, Fengdu.

For example, Yuzhou City, which was not yet successful back then.

This time, the magic array of "raising epidemic ghosts" is in the city of the demon cultivator.

Xianzhou is full of demon cultivators, and there are even two demon masters in the realm of Transformation of Gods. Even if they have developed a plague ghost, it is impossible to easily massacre the entire city.

This formation is only available in the mortal city. It can be regarded as a joke in the city with monks.

But Li Genglan did it, and Feng Yun and the demon lord also followed him to plan the matter. Mu Zui felt that there must be a bigger conspiracy behind this.

Shen Gurong faced Li Genglan, and suppression of several realms would not be possible. The most difficult thing to deal with is the magic circle that is unknown where it is.

Mu Zui began to wonder whether the formation in Xianzhou was a formation that "raising epidemic ghosts". Those epidemic ghosts who had been refined might just be used to confuse them.

After thinking about it carefully, Yu Xinghe was attracted to Fengdu. At the same time, their spiritual boat was smashed by a demon cultivator and accidentally hit him into Fengdu...

Then he followed the weasel into Xianzhou.

Perhaps, all this is just a trap that is free from Genglan, so as to attract Chen Gurong to Xianzhou.

Jiu Xi followed him, saw his extremely ugly face, and whispered: "What did you think of?"

Mu Zhe had already walked into the mansion where the monks and mortals were imprisoned, and killed countless demon cultivators cleanly and neatly, broke through the secret door and entered the cage made by Xuan Iron.

In the iron prison, there were indeed monks imprisoned inside.

Mu Zhe walked over like a deep water, glanced inside, and suddenly he was stunned.

In the cage, Miao Qingfeng and Su Fangyi were trying to draw a formation to escape. Suddenly, they were startled by kicking open the door and looked out with horror.

There was no light here, and the two of them carefully identified it for a long time before they recognized Mu Zhe.

Mu Zhu: "..."

Why are they two again?

Su Fangyi looked at him and tears suddenly slid down.

Seeing that Su Fangyi had told him about the relationship between Taoist partners before, Mu Ze did not repel him. He was about to use the Nine-Vac Sword to break the cage when Su Fangyi suddenly rushed over, grabbed the iron railing with both hands and said with hissing: "Holy Lord... Is the Holy Lord here?"

Mu Ze frowned: "What?"

"Saint Lord, don't come to Xianzhou!" Su Fangyi's face was covered in tears, and she swallowed, "My master... Feng Feng Yun wants to use the lives of countless demon cultivators in Xianzhou City to open the formation to make the heavenly way forward."

Mu Zhe was stunned, immediately stepped forward and sternly said, "What do you mean?!"

Su Fang said: "That formation is not a "epidemic ghost"! This is a trap, the Holy Lord cannot come to Xianzhou!"

She was trembling all over crying. Miao Qingfeng stepped forward and gently supported her, and said to Mu Zhe pale, "Fang Yi accidentally broke through the city lord Feng Yun and discussed this matter with the demon lord, and was thrown to Xianzhou. What did she say that she became an epidemic ghost? She..."

Su Fangyi's pupils were trembling. The master whom she raised herself was sent to Xianzhou without any emotion. For her, the blow was still too severe.

Mu Zhe's face was gloomy, he opened the cage with the Nine-Breath Sword, cut off the shackles on the wrists of the two, and said in a deep voice: "Don't cry for the first time, tell me what the formation is, what is the right way of heaven?"

The strong wind blew the small window frames and even the fog rushed in through the gaps in the window frames, and the misty white mist lingered around.

"The way of heaven?"

Outside Xianzhou City, Chen Gurong smiled coldly. He leaned over slightly and looked down at Li Genglan from a high place. His ugly face reflected in his godless eyes.

"Tell me what is the right way to heaven?"

Li Genglan said coldly: "The fate destined by the way of heaven is the right way."

If fate is displayed on the Jingshi Record, then Jingshi Record is the right way.

Chen Gurong sneered when he heard this: "You let it go..."

Lin Xiachun: "Cough."

Chen Gurong: "..."

Chen Gurong forced himself to hold back the words.

"You're talking nonsense."

But the momentum became significantly weaker. Chen Gurong glared at Lin Xiachun with anger and continued to say to Li Genglan: "Things are done by man, not destined by heaven. You can't even tell the difference between good and evil, right and wrong, and you don't feel sad to place your future on the destiny of heaven?"

Li Genglan said, "Everything in the three realms is destined to be the way of heaven."

His blood-stained five fingers grabbed the handrail tightly, almost breaking the wooden handrail into powder. It is conceivable how much effort he used.

His eyes were red and he said with a deep heart.

"Why was the only one who was considered a possessed by the epidemic ghost in Youzhou back then? This is a fate."

"There are countless ferocious beasts outside Youzhou City, and I was just a child back then. Why did I finally be saved by Nan Yang who passed by for several days? This is a fate."

"I entered the Tao to cultivate demons, found the epidemic poison in Youzhou, and used the inadvertent fragments to study the magic array of "raising epidemic ghosts". This is also a fate."

"Everything is a destined fate of the way of heaven. When the orbit wheel rotates, no one can escape the shackles of the way of heaven."

Li Genglan said hideously: "The cycle of cause and effect has returned to the fate of the heavenly way. The person who guards the Jingshilu is the only one who can violate the heavenly way, so you survived that year and did not become a plague ghost."

Chen Gurong looked at him coldly, as if watching a clown jumping up and down.

"If it weren't for him!" Li Genglan's hissing, "Even though he was loved by the way of heaven, he violated the way of heaven for a waste and changed all my destined destiny. He deserved to die! He deserved to suffer a hundred years of hardship, he deserved..."

Chen Gurong's pupils shrank suddenly, and the anger that was pouring into the sky suddenly swept across his spiritual sense, almost burning him to the point of losing his mind.

"Do you deserve it?" he murmured and repeated Li Genglan's words, "You say he deserves it?"

Seeing that his face had finally changed completely, Li Genglan laughed madly and happily, and said without hesitation: "Yes, he deserves his sins. For tens of millions of years, which chosen man in the Three Realms can fail like him? He actually ruined himself for a mortal! The reason why he died tragically was his own fault!"

Lin Xiachun's face finally changed a little. He tried to walk a half step forward, trying to persuade his master - although it felt useless.

"Owner……"

Chen Gurong was trembling all over, his eyes were scarlet, suppressing his anger that was on the verge of bursting, and his pupils were full of murderous intent that could not be covered.

"Come here." Chen Gurong raised his hand gently and whispered to Lin Xiachun without looking back.

Lin Xiachun hesitated for a moment: "Master..."

Chen Gurong said expressionlessly: "I'll say it for the last time."

"come over."

Lin Xiachun: "…"

Lin Xiachun had no choice but to turn into a sword body and landed steadily in Shen Gurong's hands.

Chen Gurong was shaking all over, but his hand holding the sword was as steady as a rock. His eyes were staring at Li Genglan with no sound at all.

"Since you want to trap me, as you wish, I'm trapped here."

Chen Gurong lowered his eyes and looked at Lin Xiachun, who showed a bloodthirsty cold light. He turned his hand gently and the sword light flashed slightly, illuminating the eyes of the two of them.
To be continued...