Salted Fish Demon Zun refuses to work overtime [Transmigration Book]

In short, after a series of questions and answers, Mo Motang and his party were finally released.

Even so, there were still a group of immortal cultivators who expressed their desire to go with them, including Zhao Wan.

So far, Mo Motang can understand this, after all, there is nothing more soothing than Zhao Wan.

The problem lies here.

Isn't this the third place where "he" appeared?

Elsewhere, do you really need help?

The answer is, yes.

"He" had far less trouble with the first two locations than this one.

In contrast, it is a more pure flash flood and tsunami, the effect of making people "transparent" has not been left on anyone.

It's just similar to natural disasters, the immortal cultivators have already undergone countless trainings, and they have already started rebuilding efficiently and quickly.

Before dark, the immortal cultivators present will take care of everything.

That being the case, Mo Motang had nothing to say, so he planned to bring someone back.

The immortal cultivators did not agree to be teleported by him.

That's right, I almost forgot, the immortal cultivators didn't trust him.

And, it seemed, among those mortals, he saw sparkling eyes full of expectation.

More than one pair.

They seem to be looking forward to flying.

But unfortunately, I'm afraid it's not the kind of slow ride-like flight they imagined.

Mo Motang took some of his own people with him, so as not to have any accidents with the little devil who was not good at flying or even weak in physical strength and might be halfway behind.

As for the 24 mortals, none of them will fall, and they will be led one-on-one by Xianxiu.

Still in order to avoid accidents, Mo Motang sent some tailwinds under the swords, sticks, forks, and other magic weapons used by the immortal cultivators, as well as cranes, deer, kuns, and other spirit beasts.

A group of people slowly lifted into the air in a mighty manner.

Zhao Wan suddenly moved close to his side, walking side by side with him.

It's just that there is no sword under his feet.

The long sword had already been broken into several pieces during the confrontation with "him", and after being forced to use it a few times, it was broken into slag.

Of course, this was not a problem for Zhao Wan. After using it a few times, the long sword shattered into powder.

Those powders are now lying in his mustard.

Although only part of it.

That thing, that is, "he", actually ate most of the powder of the long sword.

He left "him" a little, one of the purposes is to dig out those powders.

But now, this purpose can be abolished.

He stretched out his hand to hold Zhao Wan, and the silver bracelet turned slightly, just like after the long sword was broken, he transformed into a silver long sword for Zhao Wan to use.

The scene became much more harmonious in an instant.

Don't ask him why he holds hands.

Wasn't it because he didn't hold it, the long sword transformed from his silver bracelet refused to be used by Zhao Wan.

Zhao Wan was slightly stunned, and shook his hands back lightly, bringing his hands together in the palm of his hand.

A line of sight pierced like a needle.

Mo Motang felt it, it wasn't from anyone around him.

That can only mean that it is remote.

Shen Motang reversed his position calmly, followed all the way to the source of the sight, and couldn't help but be surprised.

It was a hall where a tornado had occurred in the middle of the house, and amidst the chaos, the person staring at his side with dark eyes was probably a middle-aged or middle-aged man who looked a little like Zhao Wan.

No wonder he guessed, it was noon, but the room was pitch-black, making the silhouettes look weird.

"He is the suzerain of Changtian Sect."

Zhao Wan's voice suddenly resounded in his mind, and Shen Motang was startled unprepared.

But he didn't reveal anything. After reflecting on the relationship between the characters, Transsion asked, "Do you know he's looking at you?"

Zhao Wan held his hand and tightened it a little, "Sorry, I didn't tell you."

Mo Motang said "it's okay".

If you think about it carefully, this line of sight should have appeared shortly after the two of them broke the mustard seed, but at that time there were many eyes looking at him, and Zhao Ling didn't show viciousness like now, so he ignored it .

Reasonable.

Ah, of course, it is also possible that as early as when the devils joined the rescue, the immortal cultivators each informed the sect, which contained a warning.

A sneeze came from behind.

Mo Motang looked back, and it turned out to be a familiar face——Yue Xingxun.

At first, when Yue Xingxun mentioned that he would go back to Shuangyuezong with them, he was shocked.

He even said with emotion that this kid is quite busy, and he has to get involved in everything.

But after thinking about it carefully, he also understood that Yue Xingxun's master, the undercover undercover who worked three jobs at the same time, would not let his apprentice miss this opportunity to inquire about information.

I don't know how much Yue Xingxun knows about this matter.

The big boss incident is over, and Mo Motang can calm down to Yue Xingxun now, and looks away after a glance.

It's a pity that a certain suzerain doesn't know when enough is enough. If his eyes can be lethal, he will feel that he has been turned into ashes.

But even if he didn't hesitate to peek, did he really think he wouldn't find out?

Mo Motang thought that Xue Zhaowan would not pay attention to it, and Zhao Ling felt like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity in a dark corner, and he didn't want to provoke him.

That would not be of any benefit to him or to Shuangyuezong.

If Zhao Ling decides to take the lead, he can play with him.

However, another quarter of an hour passed, and that line of sight was still looking at him viciously.

As if waiting for his discovery.

Mo Motang's eyelids were twitching, thinking over and over in his mind who was the villain, he almost couldn't hold back his eyes that wanted to fly into the sky.

Zhao Wan suddenly called out: "Tangtang."

Mo Motang came back to his senses in an instant, with a benevolent look on his face, as obedient as he could be.

"what happened?"

Zhao Wan pointed down.

Mo Motang looked along, and saw more than a thousand waving and shouting demons standing on a hilltop below.

They were doing everything they could to get his attention.

Mo Motang immediately paused, "Let's go down."

After saying that, Mo Motang led Zhao Wan to take the lead, followed by the demon bosses, and the immortal cultivators looked at each other, forced to follow.

Then, at the very front of the black devil, everyone fell, Mo Motang instantly saw a small black shadow jump off Mo Yong's shoulder, and rushed towards him.

It is black mist.

Unexpectedly, they actually followed.

The black mist is like a small spring, jumping up and down before Shen Motang's eyes one after another.

"My lord, my lord!"

Eyes are shining with excitement.

Seeming to be complaining again, Hei Wu said bitterly: "Honorable Master walked too fast at that time, we didn't realize it yet, but everyone still wants to help, where are the victims?"

Mo Motang looked at the many demons behind him, and everyone's faces were full of joy and faint worry.

"It's all settled," Mo Motang evoked a faint smile, "It's all settled that we will return."

Then, Mo Motang restrained his smile and leaned over, pointing slightly at Heiwu to the mortals who accompanied Xianxiu, and continued in a low voice: "And these are the guests who want to visit the village."

There were some whispered discussions among the devils, neither too much joy nor sympathy.

It may seem a little unreasonable, but in Shen Motang's view, he already considers the feelings of those mortals.

They chose to follow the devil to a completely strange place, never to seek mercy.

As for those Xianxiu who were dissatisfied with the furrowed brows of the demon bosses, what to do.

I just hope that when they train in the future, they can learn about facial expression management by the way. It can't be called integrity to express all emotions on the face.

As a result, the black mist subsided a little bit, and he looked up at him with his small dark head, looked at Zhao Wan, and then turned his head to try to look at where Shen Tang was pointing.

Naturally, only giants can be seen one by one.

On the ground in front of the black mist, a small teleportation circle was instantly formed.

Mo Motang looked blankly at the magic circle, and the next moment, the black mist stepped on it.

The next moment, the voice of the black mist appeared above him.

Coincidentally, it coincides with Zhao Ling's peeping perspective.

Anomalies also occurred at this time.

"My lord, I heard... say..."

Hei Wu's voice gradually disappeared, but Mo Motang could only see that Hei Wu's body was drawn into a screen of snowflakes little by little.

That's right, a screen.

And the black mist disappeared.

Mo Motang's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the silver bracelet on his wrist seemed to go crazy in an instant, spinning wildly.

But the silver bracelet, which had been idling for a long time, could not find any abnormality at all.

Zhao Wan held his hand tightly at this time, and said in a low voice, "Tangtang don't panic, remember? He is a magic weapon."

Mo Motang turned her head to look at Zhao Wan, her face full of disbelief.

So in this case, what condition was accidentally triggered by the black mist, and it started?

Heiwu's magic weapon body was obviously given by him, so why didn't he know.

Yet he believed it.

The reaction of his silver bracelet has already told him the answer.

He should have been looking forward to what kind of magic weapon the black mist would be at this time, but he felt faintly uneasy.

In fact, the position where the black mist turned into a screen is too coincidental.

As if to verify, the snowflakes on the screen faded little by little, replaced by a black figure that gradually appeared.

A middle-aged man, who is three points similar to Zhao Wan, he tracked down the lord of Chang Tianzong a quarter of an hour ago.

"metropolitan?"

Someone behind him exclaimed.

Shen Motang's mind buzzed, and when he looked back, he saw that the screen made of black mist was where his eyes gathered.

The black mist not only made Zhao Ling visible, but also appeared in front of everyone.

Zhao Ling realized something was wrong, and suddenly looked at Shen Motang, "You!"

Silent Tang closed his eyes.

Then, for no reason, she turned her head to look at Zhao Wan, and blurted out: "Quickly tell me it's my illusion."

Zhao Wan looked away, and shook her head at Shen Motang, "I'm afraid not."

Mo Motang gasped.

The crowd has already exploded the pot first.

"Why is the suzerain here?"

"I have seen Sovereign Zhao."

"Sect Master Zhao's status is..."

These are immortal cultivators with different thoughts.

"Sect Master? From Changtian Sect? Why is he here?"

"The black mist pulled it over, boy, it's amazing."

"sharp."

"sharp."

"..."

These are repeating machine-like monsters.

And the mortals are in chaos.

For a moment, they only felt fear, as if what they were facing was not the Sect Master of the Immortal Sect, but an evil ghost that only existed in rumors.

But Zhao Ling understood what was in his own interest, and desperately tried to show the gentleness of the past, but whoever imagined it turned out to be even more ferocious.

And with a clear goal, he clung to Mo Motang, "What is Mozun's intention? Could it be that he is dissatisfied with me? Or, is he dissatisfied with Chang Tianzong?"

Mo Motang sighed silently, and suddenly raised the hand he was holding with Zhao Wan, "Sect Master Zhao didn't seem very surprised. Could it be that he has been watching for a long time?"

There was an uproar.

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