After wearing the book, I became the vixen master of the villain boss

"What's wrong? Master." Murong Mo looked at him.

Yan Xiuyu shook her head, it shouldn't be him, it's his body that has a problem.

Has the spiritual power become so disordered?He was a little worried.

It's just that before the words were spoken, he was tossed about by that villain for a whole night.

In the early morning, mist shrouded Mosha City, a white bird flew not far away, followed the window of the inn, and landed on Yan Xiuyu's tea table.

Yan Xiuyu frowned slightly. The senior brother of the sect master had received a letter. He reached out and took the bird that was folded from the piece of paper. This is their unique way of conveying messages at Zhujianfeng, and non-disciples would not be able to see it.

He opened the letter, and what he saw was the handwriting of the senior brother in charge.

This is the trial and promotion in the sect is about to start, and he is being urged to go back. Although it is said between the lines that Murong Mo, as a disciple of the immortal, should participate in this kind of trial, but the last few words of concern are still It exposed that the senior brother in charge was thinking about his own affairs.

The corner of Yan Xiuyu's mouth curled slightly, but then he thought that the trial was still a few months away, and whether it would be possible to rush back at that time.

He frowned slightly, picked up a writing brush with his slender fingers, picked up the pen and wrote a letter to Xiao Feng, when the pen was raised again, Bai Guang softened his expression, leaving only a faint line Qinghui.

Murong Mo just finished training, opened his eyes, looked curiously at the letter written by Yan Xiuyu himself, and couldn't help saying, "Master's handwriting is really beautiful."

Seeing characters like people, this kind of clear and concise font looks very much like the cold fairy in the usual days.

Yan Xiuyu nodded casually, carefully closed the envelope, squeezed out a spell, and then the little bird flew out of the window slowly.

Murong Mo suddenly saw Yan Xiuyu's focused gaze, ignored him, and was a little at a loss.

Was it too much last night, and Master didn't pay much attention to himself this morning?

"Master, how about I take you to see the market outside?" He asked tentatively, and sat down beside Yan Xiuyu.

Yan Xiuyu shook his head, he didn't want to go out, these days he had seen a lot of things outside, but he lacked interest.

"Is your cultivation still stagnant?"

He turned his head to ask Murong Mo, but he heard a commotion coming from downstairs in the inn, he couldn't help frowning.

"Ahhh!"

With such a loud scream, even non-cultivators could hear it. Many demon cultivators came out of their rooms and wanted to go downstairs to find out.

Because the voice was too noisy, Murong Mo and Yan Xiuyu who were staying in the room couldn't help but frowned. The two of them looked at each other, and they were about to go down and see what happened.

Yan Xiuyu put on a mask, and Murong Mo added a hat brim to cover his master's figure, while he himself was pretending.

When the footsteps were far away, they picked the time when there were the least number of people and walked downstairs.

They saw that the inn was distorted. As soon as they went downstairs, they saw that the first floor was originally a place to eat. There was a demon with a twisted face soaked in blood. He was nailed to the big pillar in the middle, and the blood flowed along Flow down the pillar at the top.

The demon cultivator's eyes widened, and he could not rest in peace.

There is a feeling of horror, those female demon cultivators are trembling with fear, but it seems that it has been happening for so long, so why haven't the other people in the inn got them down yet?

Yan Xiuyu's eyes trembled slightly, and he sensed the surroundings with his spiritual sense. Mo Xiu, who was the first to notice the tragedy, was tremblingly holding on to the handle to support his body.

The shopkeeper, chef, and attendants in the inn were all gone, and the man nailed to the pillar was the waiter in the inn.

He turned around and looked out of the door through the window. The old dead tree had disappeared, as if it had been uprooted, leaving only a big black pit.

Murong Mo hugged the little master's slender waist, and his low voice blew past his ears, "Master, do you think it's that resentful corpse who came to take revenge?"

Yan Xiuyu nodded, "It seems that all the demon cultivators in this inn are related to the dead man."

The other guests were not affected...

Murong Mo thought for a while, took out the blue bead in his hand, and said slowly: "I found this in the inn, and those people also have this kind of thing on their bodies, but the style is not as complicated as that of the waiter."

Yan Xiuyu thought for a while, her eyes fell on the things in Murong Mo's hands, and then at those demon cultivators, frowning.

Those demon cultivators who were watching wanted to open the door and leave, but found that they couldn't open it, and even the window was blocked.

But judging from the people walking outside, they didn't find anything unusual here.

Some female cultivators were even heartbroken and tried their best to shout for help outside, but the eyes of passers-by never turned to this place.

Don't those people see them?

Murong Mo also noticed these abnormal situations. He saw that everyone panicked, and they even started to smash the tables and chairs in the inn violently.

His eyes could not help but darken.

"What's the situation now?" A tall demon in black clothes stood up and presided over the scene.

He watched Moxiu in the inn gradually fall into a state of madness, and had to stop it.

"The most important thing for us now is to find a way to open the doors and windows here, and find ways to escape, instead of wasting time on venting emotions."

A steady voice came down, hitting the minds of every demon cultivator, but was blocked by Murong Mo and Yan Xiuyu.

There are not only low-level demon cultivators in this inn, but also many powerful ones. They coldly watched those low-level demon cultivators fall into chaos, and just watched from the sidelines without saying a word, or even paying attention to these people.

These cold-hearted expressions are like watching ants trying to survive.

Yan Xiuyu looked at the Moxiu who jumped out. He was wrapped in a black windbreaker, with indifferent eyes and good features, but he exuded a condensed temperament.

Hibiscus hid the impatience in her eyes, glanced at Linji behind her, and couldn't help frowning when Dujia, the Jiaotang team, steamed gifts for you. When she looked at those demon cultivators who had fallen into madness, she returned to her sternness.

"Calm down now, shut up!" He said coldly, those irritable demon cultivators wanted to scold the boy.

What do you think you are?You still want to teach them a lesson at a young age? !

It's just that they murmured their lips for a moment, and were shocked to find that they couldn't make a sound. They pressed their throats and looked at the leader Moxiu in disbelief. Their pupils dilated, and some even backed away in fear. a few steps.

This turned out to be the great power of the Nascent Soul Stage, is it now in this small inn?

No wonder they think too much, Mosha City has preferential treatment for monks at the Nascent Soul Stage and above, and those powerful people can live in a place even better than this.

Moreover, most of these great powers didn't bother to be crowded in the same place with these low-level demon cultivators. They all obeyed the arrangement of the City Lord's Mansion and went to rest in a better place.

Mu Jin looked down at the similar expressions on the faces of these demon cultivators, but the indifferent expressions remained unchanged.

If he hadn't considered Linji, he wouldn't have cared about these people.

Just as he was thinking about it, the person behind him tugged at his sleeve and said in a low voice, "Do you see something strange in this inn? I have something to do outside, and I want to get out quickly."

Mu Jin looked around carefully, and finally focused on the pillar nailed to the little girl.

The ground under that area has long been solidified with blood, and Xiao Er was nailed by a huge iron nail. The long nail was nailed from his neck to his limbs, and his mouth was torn. There are many marks of whiplash on the body, which looks particularly scary.

Even the murderous Demon Cultivator didn't dare to take another look.

Mu Jin was not afraid, her eyes fell on the iron nail nailed to Xiao Er's heart in the middle, the longest nail had a fiery red gemstone on it.

He sensed the flow of spiritual power around him with his spiritual sense, and finally found a breakthrough, flew up directly, pulled out the iron nail on Xiao Er's chest, and inserted it into a spiritual formation.

As the gears turned slowly, with a "click", white light illuminated the inn, and then everything returned to normal.

"The gate! The gate can be opened!"

"Windows, windows are fine too!"

"I want to get out! Get out of this damn place!"

The low-level demon cultivators ran out as soon as they opened the door, as if they had survived a catastrophe, and some people were aggrieved.

"Such a thing happened in this Demon Sha City. I'm going to report to the guards in charge and ask them to find an explanation! I wasted so many spirit stones for nothing. I didn't expect such a thing to happen. It's really bad luck!"

This incident made Mu Jin shine, and in the inn, a sneaky magician stared at Mu Jin from a distance, and was shocked when he saw his figure.

This figure looks very similar to the one in the arena before, and it is in the Nascent Soul Stage.....

A dark light flashed in his eyes, and he ran out secretly, preparing to report to the person in charge. The young lady of their city lord's mansion has been looking for that person for the past few days, maybe it is the person in front of him.

Thinking of the bounty offered, he couldn't help rubbing his hands, and ran to the arena even more impatiently.

Yan Xiuyu and Murong Mo knew the way to crack it long ago, but neither of them said anything. After all, they are human monks, so why should they show the limelight.

Moreover, it only takes a little time for Mu Jin to find it, even for those Demon Cultivators of Golden Core stage, it will not take long.

They don't have to get involved.

"Master, look, the grievances of the group stationed outside under the big tree are gone." Murong Mo whispered in his ear, lowering his voice.

Yan Xiuyu turned his head and saw that it had disappeared without a trace. He thought for a while and said, "There is a saying in Buddhism, karma and retribution. If the ghost avenged him, he should have dissipated his grievances and reincarnated."

"Is that so?" Murong Mo's eyes flickered, "Where does Master think he will go? Hell or heaven?"

"The ghost kings of the ghost world are responsible for these kinds of things. They have to judge the merits and demerits of their past lives before they are willing to let people reincarnate." Yan Xiuyu explained to him in detail.

Murong Mo nodded, there was nothing left to be curious about, he took out a booklet he searched last night, "Master, isn't there any curiosity about what happened in this inn?"