The villain is ill

Jin Feng was silent, "But you can't let them wrong you, right? Don't you still have a sect?"

"There is indeed a sect." Chu Mo nodded, "So I can't go back."

"Why?" Jinfeng had a small head and couldn't think that much.

However, Chu Mo understood why the head of the sect had to send someone out to arrest him every three days. Naturally, he deliberately let him go. Otherwise, as early as when Qingyue sent the message for the first time, there would be a group of powerful people behind him. He is so free now.

But even if Tianxuanmen is the number one sect of cultivation, it is only a sect after all, and if it is fully pressured by the outside world, it will not be able to bear it at all.

Chu Mo's reputation has been around for too long, and he was very popular for a while, but he rarely appeared in front of people.When things are extreme, they will be reversed, and many people are happy to see geniuses fall into pieces and sink into pieces.

Therefore, regardless of whether this matter is true or not, as long as he returns to the sect, even if the sect is strong enough to protect him, under the threat of public opinion, Chu Mo will only have one result in the end.

That is becoming a demon.

Even if Chu Moxiu is a fairy, in the hearts of everyone, he can only be a demon.

Regarding this point, when Chu Mo heard the magic cultivator mention the Shenhua Alliance in the secret realm of the South China Sea, he had a vague guess in his heart.

Thinking of the word "revise the plot" crossed out in Huang Ying's letter, Chu Mo's eyes darkened slightly.

That's right, he thinks that this incident is the work of the Shenhua Alliance.

A practice organization with an unknown number of people, and its members include almost all the sects. Except for them, no one can persuade so many sects to report him in a short time.

Moreover, for the current situation, they don't know how long they have been planning.

After all, although Chu Mo is Chi Wushang's disciple, he has only practiced for a few years. How can he spread his fame all over the world of comprehension without appearing in front of others?

Everything was a conspiracy against him, and there were too many people on the other side, even if he knew about it long ago, there was no way to guard against it.

This feeling made Chu Mo feel powerless.

He is too weak.

But Chu Mo didn't tell Jin Feng about these things, he just said: "It's time to go."

The only direct disciple of the supreme elder is actually a spy of the devil cultivator!

This news spread throughout the cultivation world overnight, and people from every sect could be seen discussing it.

The news quickly spread to Tianxuanmen, and the sect suddenly became chaotic. The disciples who had met or been with Chu Mo in the sect did not believe it, and the disciples who had never met Chu Mo were skeptical. Xiu, the three sides argued endlessly, and dozens of sect infighting took place in just one day, and Jingxiu Cliff suddenly became lively.

Cheng Xuanqiu was meditating on Jingxiu Cliff as usual, when he suddenly heard a loud commotion, he took a closer look and found that there were more than [-] people from the same sect coming in a group. After being reprimanded by the leader, he calmed down indignantly.

Cheng Xuanqiu was far away, so he couldn't hear what they said clearly, but he faintly heard the words "Qingmo" and "Moxiu".

What happened to Junior Brother Qingmo?

Could it be that he was plotted against by the demon cultivator again?

Cheng Xuanqiu scratched his ears and cheeks, feeling extremely anxious.

As soon as the leader leader left, Cheng Xuanqiu couldn't sit still, got up and walked towards the nearest disciple, who had a fight with other people before, his face was bruised and purple, and he was grinning and rubbing his wound.

"Hello Junior Brother." Cheng Xuanqiu said hello first.

The disciple was dressed in the costume of an inner disciple, and he was a little impatient when he heard the greeting. He turned around and saw Cheng Xuanqiu was a stranger, with a personal disciple token pinned to his waist, and his face looked better. Humming from the pain, he said after a while, "I've seen senior brother."

"What's going on here? Why are so many people coming to meditate on the cliff?" Cheng Xuanqiu asked.

"It's not about Senior Brother Qingmo. Those people slandered Senior Brother Qingmo. We couldn't see it, so we fought with them. We were caught by the law enforcement elders and sent to Jingxiu Yasiguo for three months."

"Could you tell me in detail?" Cheng Xuanqiu said, "I've been meditating on the cliff recently, and I don't know what's going on in the outside world. What do you think is wrong with Junior Brother Qingmo?"

The disciple turned his head and looked at Cheng Xuanqiu suspiciously. Seeing that his face was really dusty and his clothes were covered with dust, he seemed to have stayed on the cliff for a long time. He felt relieved and asked, "Do you recognize him?" Senior brother Qingmo?"

Cheng Xuanqiu nodded, "Junior Brother Qingmo and I are in the same class of entry-level disciples, and we have known each other since before the entry-level test." At this point he paused, "The relationship is not bad."

"Really?" The disciple's eyes lit up. "Then can you tell me what kind of person he is? I was lucky enough to meet him once, but I couldn't talk to him. It's a pity."

Cheng Xuanqiu's thoughts seemed to return to that day, "At first glance, I thought he was a little beggar, wearing a thin cloth shirt, with loose hair, covering half of his face, gloomy, and a little dumb, looking very embarrassed gone."

He shook his head and smiled, looked at the disbelieving eyes of the disciple in front of him, and continued: "He seemed to be in poor health at the time, coughing up blood at every turn, I thought he would not pass the test, but unexpectedly he was the first one to complete the entry It’s a test, it’s funny to say, I was the second one to get on the reception platform, I was surprised and happy at the time, I cried quite embarrassingly, all the disciples were laughing at me, but he didn’t.”

The disciple said with fascination: "Brother Qing Mo is really a good man."

"Not bad." Cheng Xuanqiu had a complicated expression, and asked again: "How is Junior Brother Qing Mo?"

"Sigh." Hearing the question, the disciple sighed, "It's strange to say, I don't know which party Qing Mo has offended. The day before yesterday, many sects jointly accused him of being a demon cultivator."

At first hearing, Cheng Xuanqiu was furious, "This is simply slander! How could Junior Brother Qingmo be a spy of the Demon Cultivator? He is the disciple of Supreme Elder!"

"I think so too, but those people bit it off and produced the so-called evidence that Senior Brother Qingmo colluded with Moxiu." The disciple said, "But I don't believe it at all."

Cheng Xuanqiu said: "He is not such a person."

"But what's the use of this? The other party obviously came prepared. Rumors that Senior Brother Qingmo is a devil cultivator's spy have spread all over the cultivation world. Under such circumstances, even if it is white, it will become black." The disciple gritted his teeth and shook his head, his eyes were a little red, "Now there are more than a dozen sects are forcing the sect masters to hand over Senior Brother Qingmo, and now I only hope that Senior Brother Qingmo will never come back."

Cheng Xuanqiu also knows the meaning of people's fearful words. Even if everyone in the sect believes in Chu Mo, the outsiders have already been bewitched, and with the so-called "evidence", once the hat is put on, it will not be so easy to get it off , "Where is the Supreme Elder? He doesn't care?"

"The Supreme Elder went into seclusion eight months ago, and he hasn't left the seclusion yet. If he was here, the matter would not have developed to this point."

Cheng Xuanqiu was not so optimistic. If the facts were as the disciple said, then it was very likely that there was a conspiracy against Chu Mo by a large number of groups in the dark.

Although Chi Wushang was powerful, he was only one person after all, but since the other party deliberately chose to do it during Chi Wushang's retreat, they must have taken care of him.

"I hope the Supreme Elder will leave the customs soon." Cheng Xuanqiu said.

"It has developed to this point, I am afraid that the Supreme Elder will be helpless when he comes out." The disciple said, "Except for our sect, almost all other righteous paths firmly believe that Brother Qing Mo is a spy of the demon cultivator. If the Supreme Elder is powerful To protect Senior Brother Qingmo is equivalent to making an enemy of the entire Righteous Way. Besides, doesn’t Supreme Elder hate Moxiu the most? I don’t know if he will trust Senior Brother Qingmo.”

"He will." Although he has seldom seen the way Chi Wushang and Chu Mo get along, Cheng Xuanqiu has an inexplicable confidence in Chi Wushang after only a few meetings, "Even if we don't believe in Qing Mo, we can't believe it." The elders will also stand behind him."

Speaking of this, Cheng Xuanqiu was a little frustrated.

In fact, he didn't say that he also wanted to stand behind Chu Mo.

But he is not eligible.

He couldn't do anything, he couldn't even get out of the retreat cliff.

Chu Mo disappeared.

Just when the demon cultivator incident was spreading, and all the cultivators were excited, and ordered Tianxuanmen to interrogate people, they disappeared without a trace, as if they were no longer in this world.

At first, the sects naturally didn't believe it, they thought it was Tianxuanmen who hid him. After all, the number one sect, Tibetans still have some skills, so they wished to turn over Tianxuanmen to find him.

It wasn't until Wuzheng asked someone to open the disciple library to search for the soul in the name of his personal disciple Zong Shi, but there was no movement at all, so they reluctantly gave up and stopped searching in Tianxuanmen.

But no one believed that Chu Mo was dead.

Since then, more than a dozen sects have sent more than a thousand Yuanying cultivators to search around, but they have not found any trace of Chu Mo, as if he disappeared from this world out of thin air.

Just as the search for Chu Mo was in full swing, the main hall of the Demon Palace was located in an extremely cold place in the north.

A man wearing a white ghost mask sat high above the main seat, and a group of demon cultivators knelt and knelt underneath.

The man was rubbing a photo stone in his hand, and a low voice came from under the mask, "Ling Jiu."

"Yes, my lord." A young man dressed in black with a handsome face took a few steps forward. If Chu Mo was present, he would definitely recognize this person as Qingling whom he had seen several times.

The man waved his sleeves, and Ling Jiu immediately flew backwards, hit the pillar, spat out a mouthful of blood, he hurriedly got up and knelt down again.

"Take him down, cramps, strips his bones, and sends him to the Ten Thousand Gu Cave."

Kneeling down, everyone watched the man's heart, and no one dared to question the man's decision. Two men in black stepped forward and grabbed Ling Jiu and left.

"My lord, please forgive me! I really didn't do it on purpose. Someone ordered me to do it. I am willing to explain everything. I beg your lord to spare me!" Ling Jiu wailed.

"Oh?" The man waved back the two men in black, "Say."

"It's the Shenhua Alliance." Ling Jiu's voice was trembling, and he confessed everything, "They threatened me to record the scene of your meeting with Xiao Xianchang. My lord, I have no choice. Please see that I have been loyal to you for so many years. For the sake of duty, spare my life."

"Shenhua Alliance?" the man said.

"It's the Alliance of Book Travelers. They think that this world is a book with a predetermined track, and they want to correct the plot and bring the world back on track." Ling Jiu kowtowed again, and continued without waiting for the man to ask, "These book wearers There are a large number of them, distributed in various sects."

"The book wearer." The man squeezed the photo stone's fingers tightly, "It's a book, do you know what's in it?"

Ling Jiu hesitated for a moment, and hesitantly took out a book. The words on it were all handwritten, a little scribbled, "This is the original plot direction I roughly recorded, and the Lord can read it at his discretion."

The man casually flipped through the pages, and seeing the name marked as the protagonist, his pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately closed the book naturally, "Do you have a list of those who wear the book?"

In order to survive, Ling Jiuzhi talked endlessly, "I don't have any here, but I know someone who must have it."

"Who?"