Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 432 Sending the God of Plague Away
As time passed, on the fourth day, Ling Wuce had an inexplicable strange intuition.

In the mechanism, there were already cultivators shuttling back and forth. In addition to the Mohist disciples, there was also a group of cultivators wearing black and white monk uniforms. They were none other than the Piao Miao Sect's disciples.

There were two Mohist Tianbo ferries parked outside the mountain stream. The boats had arrived in the morning and were fully loaded with spirit stones, which was quite a large sum.

Until the moment when the disciples of Piao Miao Sect began to help load the spirit stones, the strange intuition in Ling Wu Ce's heart became stronger and stronger.

After he suspiciously made hand gestures and used the Eye of Divination, he looked around again and was almost scared to death.

The entire mountain stream was now a sea of ​​red, especially when the eight old guys gathered together, the death stars on their heads shone like bright lights.

The old guys are still unaware of this and are still happily wandering around the agency.

Mo Xiuwen walked out under the Death Star. After a few days of readjustment, the energy of the mechanism conversion had changed. Especially after trying it several times, a little infusion of spiritual power would not cause any problems.

As for how much to infuse, he had no idea, so the Grand Elder of Piaomiao Sect waved his hand and directly sent two ships of spirit stones.

"If it's not enough, just make up for it. Whatever is left will be yours."

He naturally wouldn't let Mo Xiuwen help for nothing. If things worked out, Piao Miao Sect would also need to owe the Mo family a huge favor.

Not only Piao Miao Sect, but also the remaining seven families, as long as they have some ideas, they will owe this favor in the future.

The Mo family made a fortune this time. Ling Wuce grinned and looked at Mo Xiuwen strangely. He was also an evil person. Although he did not show it in cultivation, this ability was more terrifying than his cultivation talent.

only……

"Your death star is shining!"

Ling Wu Ce couldn't help but find this group of people to remind them that this thing could be big or small. If it was serious, it would cause bloodshed, and if it was minor... no matter how minor it was, it would still be bad luck.

The Great Elder of Piao Miao Sect was obviously a little stunned. Everything is ready and it’s about to begin, and now you tell me that I’m going to be in trouble?
"Is there any way to crack it?"

This is how he put it. When encountering such a mysterious matter, you naturally have to find a professional.

Crack?

Now it was Ling Wuce's turn to be surprised. Isn't Tianji Tower professional enough?
See them crack it?
It's still bad luck as it should be. The whole sect was destroyed, and now I heard they are living in someone else's home waiting for reconstruction!
"I suggest you stop what you are doing and wait until the storm has passed."

Ling Wu Ce shook his head helplessly and spoke.

Stop?

The Grand Elder of Piao Miao Sect is definitely unwilling to do so. The arrow has been drawn and all the necessary preparations have been made. Why stop at this moment? Are we kidding?

What's more, what he said before was not a joke. If he doesn't do it while the momentum is still there, he may not dare to do it in a few days.

Besides, his attempt was full of danger and unknowns.

“Could it be because of what I am about to do?”

He couldn't help but guess.

Ling Wu Ce thought about it and felt that if that were the case, there was some truth to it, but not much.

But it’s not right that a group of people have death stars on their heads!

"Could it be that the plague god brought it?"

The smart elder Luo who spoke pointed at Han Yu who was lying straight outside, hinting at something.

Everyone knows that wherever this guy goes, someone will be in trouble.

The title of Plague God was personally certified by Tianji Tower and is a professional affirmation.

I have to say that this statement easily gained unanimous approval from a group of old guys.

Han Yu, who had been lying there quietly, had no idea that he was being blamed by the God of Plague again for no reason.

A group of people came out and surrounded his body, pondering and talking.

"We really shouldn't have him present when we're doing something important. How about sending him away and bringing him back after we're done?"

The Great Elder of Wushuang Tower touched his chin and pondered.

"How far is far?"

Elder Luo seemed to agree with the other party's idea, but he was not sure how far would be considered safe.

A group of people looked at Ling Wuce. As a divination expert, Ling Wuce was truly an authority at this moment.

"Don't look at me! I'm not sure."

Ling Wu Ce didn't dare to make a decision for them. After all, the tragedy of Tianji Tower was still fresh in their minds. Since these old antiques had no intention of giving up, he should definitely not get involved.

In the end, it was the Grand Elder of Piao Miao Sect who made the final decision, and his method was also very good.

"Let my men pull him onto the boat, sail as far as possible, and bring him back after the job is done."

So Han Yuzhen was carried away by someone.

Ling Wuce still felt that something was wrong, and couldn't help but ask again, "Senior, would you like to discuss this with the Mo family?"

"It's just a small place I'm borrowing. What's there to discuss?"

The Grand Elder of Piao Miao Sect spoke unhappily, it’s not like we’re borrowing the Mohist Shen Ji Academy!
Besides, they were the ones who were unlucky, so how could they drag the Mohist school into this?

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. If the Mo family suffers losses, I'll compensate for it." Ling Wu Ce had a strange look on his face and kept complaining in his heart. He knew he was in trouble but he still continued, not afraid that his words would come true.

Since others have said so, he can't say anything else.

Soon, the two ships took off into the air one after another, making quite a noise. Everyone waited for another half an hour as they felt the sound of the ships breaking through the air gradually fade away.

"Surely the people are far enough away?"

The Great Elder of Piao Miao Sect looked up to the sky and said.

"There must be a distance of a thousand miles."

A group of people nodded and said.

Ling Wu Ce looked at the heads of several people again, and it seemed that the Death Star had really dimmed.

Is it possible that sending it far enough can really avoid disaster?
It doesn't matter whether it is or not. Now that the Death Star is no longer shining, it will naturally continue.

At the top of the mechanism, the Mo family disciples were already pouring spirit stones, and Mo Xiuwen was making the final confirmation.

The group of old guys have begun to feel tense. It is one thing to have a good idea, but it is still imaginary.

Whether it succeeds or not, you can only know it after trying.

The Great Elder of Piao Miao Sect stood in the circle, silently looking up at the sky, and silently recalled all the good things he had done in his life.

“It shouldn’t be too little, right?”

"Is it time to bless me?"

"You can't really let me die, right?"

"I really want to explore a path for those who come after me. It's a very noble one..."

The people who were standing far away and watching felt upset. It was useless to think about doing good deeds at the last minute.

"What do you think, old monk?"

Elder Luo asked jokingly to the Grand Elder of Galan Temple standing beside him.

"Amitabha, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away."

The other person clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name.

Elder Luo thought it was a witty remark and asked strangely, "Do you really mean it's possible?"

"No!"

The old monk shook his head and said, "I just want to tell you that we in the Galan Temple never believe this."

On the mountain stream, the old butler accompanied Mo Yushu and stood on the top, looking down at what was happening below.

The Mohists naturally knew what this group of people were going to do, but they did not stop them.

"Tell me, if this person from Piao Miao Sect really succeeds, how will the Mo Clan cope with it?"

Mo Yushu seemed to be asking the old butler, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

The old butler pondered for a moment, then said silently, "If it really happens, all the Transcendent Realms in the world will be ready to come to us in a humble manner."

Personal connections, resources, or even conditions, these things can make the Mohist school’s influence reach its peak.

No one in the Transcendent Realm could resist the temptation to go further.

"It really worked. I'm afraid this person from Piao Miao Sect will leave a profound mark in the history of the cultivator world."

Mo Yushu was not without envy.

"Wrong, if it really works, Xiu Wen will be a truly amazing talent in the history of the cultivator world."

The old butler grinned and laughed heartily.

"I've said it before, you can't suppress Xiu Wen's talent, he will shine sooner or later."

Mo Yushu smiled when he heard that. He knew Mo Xiuwen's talent. Not only him, but everyone in the Mo family knew it.

"Tell me, will there be any problems? After all, Han Yu is here..."

The old butler changed the subject and asked.

"Rumors are not to be believed. Besides, didn't that person also promise to compensate the Mo family for all the losses caused?"

Since the Grand Elder of Piaomiao Sect dared to say this, Mo Yushu had nothing to be afraid of.

"You should know that the Tianji Tower was destroyed. A few days ago, the Kuhe Sect and the entire mountain were all gone."

Thinking about the current situation of Kuhe Sect, the old butler still feels frightened.

"It's not that evil..."

Mo Yushu was waving his hands and laughing when his face suddenly froze, and the old butler beside him also changed his expression...

(End of this chapter)