A streak of light flashed across the horizon.
Moye stood still, hands behind her back.
He surveyed his surroundings with a somber expression.
"The signs of a fight indicate that the enemy was strong, but not that strong."
"The presence of bloodstains and severed limbs indicates that the enemy was not a single person, but a group of people."
"This blood and energy belongs to Xiaobai... It seems Xiaobai is injured, that's good."
Mo Xie's face grew increasingly gloomy.
The scene replayed in my mind—
He went out to hunt down the demon, while Miao Qingnu and Xiaobai waited there.
Not long after they left, a group of mysterious people appeared and captured them after a battle.
Was it intentional or unintentional?
Moye prefers the latter.
If it were intentional, it's impossible not to leave him something.
After all, this kind of thing is quite common in the demon realm.
Mo Xie chuckled wickedly, "I never thought someone would dare to rob me!"
He closed his eyes, sensed Xiaobai's aura, then found a direction and vanished in a flash.
...
Moye and Xiaobai signed a master-servant contract, so there was a subtle connection between them.
Following this feeling, Mo Xie continued his pursuit, but the terrain became increasingly remote.
Following the trail, Mo Xie arrived at a village filled with eerie atmosphere.
But at that moment,
He suddenly lost his connection with Xiaobai.
Why is that?
Mo Xie stopped under a huge locust tree, her brows furrowing slightly. "Could it be that we've entered a barrier, or... Xiao Bai is already dead?"
"Moo~"
Just then, an old farmer drove his blue ox along the edge of the field.
Mo Xie leaped down and asked, "May I ask, sir, are there any powerful forces operating here?"
Leaving aside Miao Qingnu's mediocre cultivation at the third-grade sect level, Xiao Bai's strength was equivalent to the third-grade king level.
It was not something that could be stolen by an ordinary cat or dog.
"Whoa!"
The old farmer stopped the green ox, quickly knelt down, and said respectfully, "Young hero, you must be a cultivator. This old man greets you."
Mo Xie waved his hand, releasing his Xuan Qi to stop him from kneeling. "Old man, there's no need for such formalities. You just need to answer my questions properly."
"Speaking of power, there isn't any powerful force near our Qinghuai Village..." the old farmer pondered, "but there is a Black Wind Stronghold built by cultivators a few hundred miles away."
I know that. I wiped it out a few days ago... no, I mean, Li Xiaoyao wiped it out.
Mo Xie said, "Old man, think again. Is there any hidden force here?"
Xiao Bai's presence disappeared in this village, which means that the audacious gang of thieves is nearby.
With the cultivation level of the King Realm and a penchant for robbing and pillaging, he's probably not an unknown figure, is he?
"A hidden force..."
The old farmer's expression changed, as if he had remembered something, and he said fearfully, "No, there are no hidden forces. This place is just our Qinghuai Village."
After saying that, he knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.
Mo Xie narrowed his eyes, revealing a slight aura, and said in a low voice, "Old man, that power may be frightening, but I am no less formidable!"
"Moo!" The intelligent blue ox immediately trembled and then lay down miserably on the ground.
The old farmer slumped to the ground, panting heavily, looking like he wanted to say something but dared not.
"What kind of demonic force could have frightened someone to this extent?"
Mo Xie's interest was piqued, and she lowered her aura.
He waved his hand to help him up and said gently, "Old man, to be honest, my friend was captured by them, so I am also their enemy. It's not a bad thing for me to get rid of this scourge for you."
Judging from the old man's fearful expression, it's clear that the mysterious force is likely a notorious evil entity.
After being swept by Mo Xie's profound energy, the old farmer felt as if a gentle breeze had swept over him, bringing him great comfort and relaxation.
After taking a few long breaths and calming himself down, he covered his face with his sleeve and whispered, "That power is quite formidable... May I be so bold as to ask what your cultivation level is, sir?"
Mo Xie smiled slightly and waved his sleeve.
The profound energy of the King of Extreme Realm swept across the land with overwhelming force.
The thick fog that had shrouded this place for years was completely dissipated with a casual wave of Mo Xie's hand.
The blood-red sun shone down.
"Divine power, oh divine power!"
The old farmer immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly, exclaiming, "Truly, a demon has been reincarnated..."
Stop talking, I can't handle this karma...
Mo Xie's lips twitched, and he had no choice but to help the old man up again. "Why do you always like to kneel... You're not allowed to kneel anymore!"
Whether the old man heard him or not, he was so shocked that his face turned pale as he exclaimed, "Qinghuai Village is shrouded in darkness year after year. This move by the cultivator is truly divine!"
Mo Xie shook his head and smiled, about to speak, when he suddenly felt the sky darken.
Looking up, I saw that the thick fog had gathered again, blocking out the sunlight.
"This...something's not right!" For the first time, a serious look appeared on his face.
This dense fog that blots out the sky is not a natural phenomenon... but a formation!
But he didn't show it. "Now you can talk, sir, right?"
The old man, unaware of the mystery of the dense fog, prepared to kneel down again.
"No kneeling allowed!" Mo Xie's brows furrowed.
The old man trembled with fright, then stopped kneeling, bowed deeply, and wept bitterly, saying, "Please, esteemed cultivator, rid us of this scourge..."
...
"Moo!"
The old farmer laboriously led the blue ox away.
A wisp of profound energy slowly entered the old farmer's body.
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