Mo Wu looked up at Lin San and asked in a deep voice: "How come those monster guards at the entrance have disappeared?"
"Ah, this..." Lin San rolled his eyes: "Last night was the Festival of Ten Thousand Beasts. You should have heard of the Festival of Ten Thousand Beasts, right? It is the most solemn festival of the demon clan, just like our New Year. , At the Festival of Beasts, the monster guards drank a lot of wine, and finally all the monster guards were drunk, so I took the opportunity to escape." Lin San made up one lie after another, and his face was shameless. Hong Qi is breathless, as if what he said is true.
Mo Wu narrowed his eyes: "Hundreds of monster guards were collectively drunk." It was obvious that Mo Wu didn't believe what Lin San said.
Lin San said with a crooked mouth: "What I said is true. If you don't believe it, you can go to the Sea of Monsters and see for yourself." Lin San expected that Mo Wu would not dare to go to the Sea of Monsters to check the situation of the guards, so he was confident. Dare to be so brave.
"Come back to Yangcheng with me. If you have anything to say, tell the city lord face to face." Seeing Lin San being so uncooperative, Mo Wu had no choice but to escort Lin San back to Yangcheng and leave it to the city lord to deal with him personally.
"Go to Yangcheng," Lin San frowned.
"Fellow Taoist, please be considerate. You came out of the Sea of Demonic Beasts for no reason. Your behavior is too suspicious. You must be sent to Yangcheng for interrogation by the city lord himself." After Mo Wu finished speaking, he waved his hand gently. The men around him suddenly looked at Lin San slowly surrounded him.
"Okay, I'll go to Yangcheng," Lin San could only agree based on the principle that a good man should not suffer immediate losses.
"You guys can keep a good watch here. I'll come back as soon as I go," Mo Wu said a few words, then led a group of subordinates to "escape" Lin San and flew towards Yangcheng.
On the road.
Lin San looked at the men surrounding him, his expression was very ugly. Did he really want to see the city lord of Yang City? No, he couldn't go to see the city lord of Yang City. He was now the most wanted criminal in the Sea of Monsters. "If the city lord of Yangcheng is a timid guy, he will definitely capture him and hand him over to the Black Turtle Clan or the Dragon Clan. Thinking of this, Lin San's eyes began to scan around, looking for an opportunity to escape.
After one stick of incense.
Mo Wu and Lin San arrived at the gate of Yangcheng.
"Ah," Lin San suddenly fell to the ground, covering his chest with both hands, and kept screaming in pain.
"What's wrong with you?" Mo Wu was stunned.
"I...my chest hurts so much..." Lin San said tremblingly.
Mo Wu bent down, stretched out his hand to hold Lin San's chest, and slowly input a magic power: "You hold on a little longer, and after entering Yangcheng, I will ask a doctor to take a look at you... Ah, you despicable villain, "Mo Wu was just about to take his hand away from Lin San's chest, but unexpectedly a red light flashed and a red sword was placed on Mo Wu's neck, with the hilt in Lin San's hand.
"Let Mr. Mo go," Mo Wu's subordinates roared immediately.
"Hmph," Lin San snorted coldly: "If you dare to scream again, I will kill Mo Wu immediately." As he spoke, Lin San waved his backhand, and the Wind Chaser sword drew a scar on Mo Wu's face. Blood immediately poured out.
"Ah," Mo Wu reached out to cover the wound and glared at Lin San angrily: "You shameless villain, I won't let you go."
Lin San turned to look at a group of Mo Wu's subordinates: "Stand back ten feet," Mo Wu's subordinates were all at the Golden Core stage, and each of them held a sword in their hand. The strange thing is that these swords are all the same shape and size, and they vaguely exude an icy air.
A group of Mo Wu's subordinates slowly retreated back.
Originally Lin San planned to forcefully break through the encirclement of Mo Wu and others and escape, but after thinking about it carefully, it was not safe. If he was trapped by Mo Wu and others, the danger would be great. After much thinking, Lin San finally came up with a plan. The insidious strategy of "hijacking Mo Wu".
"When I am out of danger, I will release Manager Mo Wu," as soon as he finished speaking, Lin San grabbed Mo Wu and flew away.
One day later.
Lin San and Mo Wu came to a desolate grassland.
"Dong," Lin San casually threw the haggard-looking Mo Wu to the ground: "You can go back,"
Mo Wu struggled to get up from the ground: "I won't let you go,"
Lin San's face turned cold: "Do you really want me to kill you?"
Mo Wu trembled and dared not speak anymore. He turned around and stumbled away.
After Mo Wu's figure disappeared, Lin Sancai jumped and flew towards the east.
…
Sea of monsters.
In a palace under the sea.
The master of the Ice Palace, Shi Hai Laoyao, was sitting on a chair, holding a white bead in his hand and playing with it carefully.
Opposite the old demon of Shi Hai, sat the Lord of the Black Turtle Clan, Ao Hai of the Dragon Clan, and the bald old man of the Crocodile Clan.
"Pa," the bald old man slammed the table: "I'm so angry. Hundreds of guards at the Golden Core stage were all killed overnight. This is simply a great shame for our demon clan."
The news of the tragic death of hundreds of monster guards at the entrance to the Sea of Monsters has reached the ears of the bald old man, the Lord of the Black Turtle Tribe, Ao Hai and the old monster of the Stone Sea.
The face of the Lord of the Black Turtle Clan was also gloomy and terrifying. He had also suffered a great loss this time, especially the loss of his right-hand assistant Bai Qing, which made him extremely heartbroken.
"Who is so powerful that he can kill hundreds of Golden Core guards overnight," Ao Hai said in a deep voice.
"Hmph, do you even need to guess? It must have been done by the human race," the bald old man snorted coldly.
"Yes, this matter must have something to do with the human race," the Lord of the Black Turtle Clan stood up and said coldly: "I propose that our tribes unite to attack the human race and avenge the dead guards."
Ao Hai nodded: "The human race has killed so many of our compatriots over the years, it's time to collect debts,"
The Lord of the Black Turtle Tribe raised his head and looked at the old demon Shi Hai across from him: "Brother Shi Hai, do you agree with my proposal?"
Old Demon Shihai nodded: "I have no objection,"
"Okay, now that we have reached a consensus, let's discuss the offensive strategy," said the Lord of the Black Turtle Clan.
Next, a few old guys gathered together to discuss strategies for attacking the human race.
At this moment, two guards suddenly walked in outside. One of them looked haggard and had scars all over his body.
"What's going on?" Old Demon Shihai looked at the two guards opposite him suspiciously.
"Pfft," the guard covered in scars suddenly knelt on the ground and cried loudly.
The old demon Shi Hai was stunned. He didn't understand why the guard was crying. Could it be that he was scared by him?
"Why are you crying? Tell me quickly what's going on," the bald old man shouted softly.
The guard covered with scars stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears: "I am a guard guarding the entrance to the Sea of Demonic Beasts. Last night was the Festival of All Beasts, so everyone gathered together to celebrate. Who knew that while drinking, we suddenly got hit... After being poisoned, leader Bai Qing suddenly sprang up and massacred us crazily..."
"What did you say?" The Lord of the Black Turtle Clan stared closely at the scarred guards, his eyes exuding strong murderous intent: "You said Bai Qing killed all the guards,"