Chapter 160: The Destruction of Mo Village

A dim wooden room was filled with people, men, women, old and young, no less than a hundred people. More than a hundred people were crowded together in this shabby and damp room of less than 40 square meters. Everyone had a heavy face, no one spoke, like a statue.

The whole room was silent.

With a soft "creak", the door of the house opened, and a child stuck his head out and whispered, "We've arrived at our destination."

The people started to move and walked out of the door of the wooden house. It turned out that this was not a house, but the cabin of a ship. What they saw was a vast ocean and countless small islands on the sea. Not far in front of them, there was a white mountain on a small island. The white mountain was so high that it seemed to be inserted into the sky. Everyone looked at the towering white mountain with solemn faces and eyes full of respect.

“We are back again…” An old man sighed with trembling hands, saying, “Alas, after eight hundred years, we are back again.”

Everyone looked at him with heavy hearts.

"Yeah, we're back again... Shirafon!"

"Our descendants are incompetent and unable to resist the foreign enemies. They can only return and seek protection from their ancestors." Everyone choked up, "Our descendants are ashamed of their ancestors!"

The leader, Mr. Mo, suddenly shouted loudly: "Shut up!"

Everyone then gradually stopped crying and looked up at Mr. Mo, waiting for him to speak.

Old Mo looked around, "Look, look, what are you all like? Dry your tears! Do you still have the face to see our ancestors like this? Back then, when natural disasters struck and the family was about to be wiped out, did our ancestors cry like you? No, it's not that they were heartless, but that they didn't have time to shed tears. Now it's time for the family to survive. Tell me, do we still have time to cry like babies?"

"No!" everyone shouted in unison.

"They are going too far. I want to skin them alive and beat their penis!" someone shouted.

"Yes! I will trample them under my feet and make them apologize to us!" someone shouted.

"That's right, men of the Mo family must have this kind of momentum!" Old Mo said in a deep voice: "Although they are powerful, we are not easy to bully! We must be prepared for a long-term war. Do you understand, kids?"

"I understand. For the sake of my Mo Village, even if I only have my last breath left, I will fight to the end!"

Old Mo nodded in satisfaction, turned around and faced Bai Feng, "Although our Ice Mo family in the Far North has been silent for hundreds of years, it is not without any foundation!"

Mingxiang and others followed, looking at the villagers of Mojia Village apologetically, sighing slightly in her heart. She thought Ni Hong came for the "traitors" of Huajian Sect, thus implicated the people of Mojia Village. She could not forget the flames that day, and the villagers who resisted death for their families, and the blood that splashed more than three meters high, as if it was splashed on her face. She could even feel the boiling temperature of the red blood.

Fortunately, Xiaoxun came back a few days before the incident and told them what the Huajian Sect had done, so everyone took precautions and most people evacuated in advance, so there were not too many casualties. Even so, the corpses were piled up like a small hill, and the place where the Mo family had lived for hundreds of years was destroyed.

inhuman!

The other junior sisters who were passing by also kept silent and followed behind him silently.

Mingxiang clenched his fists, his finger bones cracking, "Ni Hong!"

"Damn it, it's really not satisfying at all. I only had to chop them a few times with my sword and they're gone!" Lie Guang shouted as he sat on a huge rock, standing with his feet up, looking at the corpses piled up like a small mountain in front of him.

"I agree with this." Suo Qingshu carefully wiped the string of jade beads in his hand with a white handkerchief, his face calm. However, his eyes were red, as if he was extremely excited and his blood was overflowing, which showed that his heart was not as calm as his appearance.

"Hehe, sissy, you finally said something sensible." Lieguang laughed, "I originally wanted to come out and have some fun, but I didn't expect it to be so unsatisfying!"

Suddenly, a shrill scream came from a distance. Hearing the scream, Lie Guang laughed and said, "I didn't expect that Ni Hong is such a good interrogator. Tsk tsk tsk tsk, that interrogation method even makes me feel creepy."

"I don't know what the interrogation revealed." Suo Qingshu enjoyed the screams very much. He squinted his eyes and listened for a while before speaking, "I hope you won't let me down."

The screams stopped abruptly, and Ni Hong came out with a frosty face. Seeing Ni Hong coming, Lie Guanghou and Suo Qingshu stood up quickly and asked, "How is it?"

Ni Hong shook her head and gritted her teeth and said, "These people are really stubborn. No matter what I do, they won't say a word." She walked quickly into the floating boat and said calmly, "Let's go back first."

"Then..." Lie Guanghou hesitated, "What about those people?"

Ni Hong glared at him, a cold light flashing through her eyes, "Do you still need me to teach you this?"

Lie Guanghou laughed excitedly and said, "Of course not!"

Suo Qingshu stretched out his scarlet tongue to lick his slender lips. Without saying a word, he turned around and walked towards the direction where Ni Hong came out.

Not long after, the two returned to the boat with a strong smell of blood. Lie Guanghou's heavy sword was dripping with blood, and the blood flowed all over the ground. Suo Qingshu's jade beads were even dyed red. The two smiled and stepped onto the boat, with a look of satisfaction on their faces.

"Set sail, return!"

Three huge floating boats slowly sank into the clouds, leaving behind broken walls and corpses...

The north wind howled and the heavy snow flew wildly.

Ye Yier looked at the heavy snow outside the window anxiously.

Somehow, she was always awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night, sweating all over, and then she couldn't fall asleep again. She was a little worried, maybe something happened. She always persuaded herself that she was thinking too much, but the dream was so real, as if it was a real thing, like a movie, playing over and over in front of her eyes.

"Knock, knock!" There was a knock on the door. Ye Yier gathered her thoughts, turned around and opened the door.

A child in brocade clothes stood outside the door. "Miss Yier." The voice was crisp and pleasant. Ye Yier remembered that this child was Mei Honger's disciple, named Huang Li. During the days in Yunxiao Sect, she had taken care of his food and daily life. She raised her round little face and said, "Miss Yier, there is a man outside the door who claims to be Mo Chou and wants to see you."

"Mo Chou?" Ye Yier's eyes lit up and she said quickly, "Xiao Li'er, take me to see him quickly."

Huangli nodded and led the way, "Please follow me."

When he arrived at the reception hall, he saw from a distance a lone black shadow in the white snow outside the reception hall. Mo Chou turned around and looked at Ye Yier, and his voice was a little anxious, "Something happened, take me to find your master!"

"Something happened!" Ye Yier's mind suddenly exploded, "Sure enough, something happened. No wonder I have been so uneasy these past two days. Something really happened!"

After telling Mei Honger her intention to leave, she did not try to persuade her to stay. Although the two of them got along very well, he couldn't always let her stay here.

After leaving Yunxiao Sect, Mo Chou did not let Ye Yier go to find Canglan immediately, but took her to the far north, the Mo family altar, Baifeng.

We moved carefully along the way, made a detour for most of the way, and finally arrived at the Far North and the White Peak through a remote path.

Ye Yier couldn't believe that the scene before her was real. The people in Mojia Village all looked so haggard, and each of them had some injuries.

"What on earth happened?" Ye Yier's expression gradually became solemn, and her temperament changed. She suddenly turned from an innocent girl into a cold-faced strong woman.

The fiery red light flickered, shining on Shi Yan's face, making it look cloudy and uncertain.

Shi Yan has been in this cave for nearly three months. During these three months, Shi Yan has been practicing with great concentration. Xiao Kong, Xiao Hei, Xiao Bai, Peng Niao and others have fallen into a deep sleep since they absorbed the flame crystal for more than ten days. They have been sleeping for more than two months and there is no sign of waking up.

While protecting them, Shi Yan practiced various spells he had taken out from his storage.

The ground of a cave was piled with jade slips and magic weapons. For every cultivator, this scene was like an indescribable and unbelievable dream. And Shi Yan, the damned one, threw these things on the ground at random, which was really unforgivable.

These days, the scriptures taught by the mysterious man have encountered a bottleneck and are stuck at a certain point, unable to make a big breakthrough. So Shi Yan put this problem aside for the time being and looked through the scriptures of other sects, trying to find common points among them to help him break through this bottleneck.

On this day, Shi Yan was reading the spells of a casual cultivator, whose name was Zhenren Qin Jue, and he was a very famous casual cultivator hundreds of years ago.

She was born with six fingers, loves music, uses the zither as a weapon, and the sound of the zither as a killer move. She seems to be both good and evil, and she only cares about music and nothing else in her life.

She once became famous for defeating 27 masters at the same time with the song "Broken Water Flow". In the following years, many people came to learn from her, but she only wanted to accept one person in her life.

His whereabouts are unknown.

What Shi Yan was reading was this article. After reading only a few lines, he was immediately shocked, surprised and amazed.

"This... So it can be done this way!" Shi Yan exclaimed, and then thought: "I wonder if the rhythm of spiritual power can be controlled like described in the book?"