Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 1963 Evil Thing: Black Creature

Seeing this, Jiang Mo waved his sleeve robe lightly, and rolled up the magic cloud cauldron.

If you look carefully at the body of the Moyun Ding, you can see that there is a looming ancient heavenly palace hidden in the engraved cloud patterns.

"This magic cloud cauldron may have been refined by a god-level giant who reached the sky in ancient times."

"With my current strength, it would be great to be able to exert one percent of the power of the Moyun Ding." Jiang Mo murmured as he observed the Moyun Ding carefully.

What's more, Jiang Mo sensed through the power of spiritual thoughts that there were countless shrill roars in the Moyun Cauldron.

At this time, the bald monk looked at Jiang Mo and asked, "Your Excellency, the poor monk has given away the most precious treasure now."

"Can you let us go now?"

The bald monk asked with a very respectful expression.

However, in the depths of his pupils, there was a hint of coldness flashing through.

"of course."

"I've always kept my word." Jiang Mo nodded.

The bald monk and the others, after seeing Jiang Mo nodding, immediately turned into streamers, and rushed towards the distant sky, as if they were pardoned.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

A sound of piercing the air resounded immediately, and in the blink of an eye, the bald monk and the others had disappeared from Jiang Mo's field of vision.

"Uncle Jing Hui, this time, we are too aggrieved."

"Our Nine Wonders Sect has always been the one who bullies others. No one has ever dared to bully our Nine Wonders Sect."

"Besides, even your beloved item—the Yunmo Cauldron, fell into the hands of that kid. I'm really not reconciled!" Mo Yunfeng said through gritted teeth.

Originally, they wanted to find some treasures from the waterfall this time and make contributions to the sect.

However, stealing the chicken was nothing, not only did not find the treasure, even Jinghui's magic cloud cauldron was snatched away.

Moreover, one of the most precious treasures of the Nine Wonders Sect, the 'Brilliant Cassock', was also destroyed during the battle.

This time, they lost too much.

"The poor monk has been walking in this fairy world for so many years, and no one has ever made the poor monk suffer so much."

"It's true that the kid snatched the Poor Monk's Mo Yun Ding, but can he really take away the Mo Yun Ding smoothly?" The bald monk snorted coldly, with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth.

In the Immortal Martial Demon Realm, this bald monk, Jing Hui, is known as a 'Monk Demon', and he is definitely not a good person.

There are not one thousand monks in his hands, but eight hundred.

How can he be so easy to suffer.

"Huh? Uncle Jing Hui, you mean, you still have a dark hand?" Mo Yunfeng said in surprise, his eyes lit up.

'Walking in the world of martial arts, you will never lose money' is the golden rule followed by their Jiuqimen.

If the young man in black and white hair can be embarrassed, then their trip is not too bad.

"of course."

"The Moyun Ding has been in my hands for nearly 100 years, although the poor monk has not completely unlocked its secrets."

"But I also found some tricks from inside."

"Before handing the Moyunding to that kid, I used brute force to break an ancient restriction on it."

"Originally, the restrictions on the Moyun Ding are extremely strong, even with the strength of a poor monk, it is difficult to break through."

"But there is a restriction, but it is very fragile. After so many years of exploration, the poor monk found a way to break it." The bald monk said with twinkling eyes.

Hearing this, Mo Yunfeng was overjoyed and asked, "Uncle Jing Hui, after the restriction is lifted, what's the use?"

"Could it be possible to severely injure that kid?"

When Mo Yunfeng finished speaking, Li Xiankui and others also looked excitedly at him.

They were suppressed tightly by the white-haired young man just now, and they have long been suffocated.

If you can see him deflated, you will be very happy.

"Hmph, although the poor monk doesn't know the true origin of the Mo Yun Ding."

"However, according to my perception, there may be an extremely terrifying ominous creature hidden in it. Once released, even a poor monk can't resist it."

"It won't be long before the monsters in the Moyun Cauldron will explode completely."

"At that time, that kid will be the first to die!"

The bald monk said with twinkling eyes.

There was a fierce look in his eyes.

"Uncle Jing Hui, if the monster of Moyunding really erupts, then even we may find it difficult to subdue it. At that time, the world of immortal martial arts and demons will seem to be in turmoil." Mo Yunfeng seemed to have thought of something, and his expression was a little bit Said solemnly.

"So what if there is turmoil in the Xianwu Demon Realm? What if the people are dying? What does it have to do with us?"

"Unlucky, it's just those weak people who have no power to restrain chickens!"

"The weak creatures are nothing more than cannon fodder. They have nothing to do with us." The bald monk shook his head and said indifferently.

In the eyes of everyone in Jiuqimen, if people are not for themselves, heaven and earth will perish.

As long as they can live happily, who cares about the flood behind them?

"Uncle Jing Hui is right, I have learned a lot."

"Even, if that guy is killed by a murderous creature, maybe Master Uncle Jing Hui can take this opportunity to regain the Moyun Cauldron." Li Xiankui clenched his fists and said excitedly.

At this moment, a slightly mocking voice suddenly resounded above everyone's heads.

"The murderous thing you are talking about is this thing?"

After hearing this familiar voice, the bald monk suddenly trembled and shuddered.

Everyone raised their heads and saw Jiang Mo holding a three-foot-sized black creature in his hand.

The shape of the black creature was somewhat similar to that of a monkey, with slender sharp claws, and its body seemed to be artificially carved with ancient patterns.

It opened its mouth, pointed at the bald monk and the others, stuck out its scarlet tongue, and let out a sharp cry.

"hiss!"

That kind of neighing, like a terrifying sonic martial art, was extremely ear-piercing.

In just a split second, several disciples of Jiuqimen fell to the ground with blood dripping from their ears, their expressions extremely painful.

"This……"

"what is this?"

"Who the hell are you?"

"How did you follow us here?"

The bald monk asked in horror.

Whether it was Jiang Mo or the black creature, he was terrified.

It stands to reason that they had already thrown Jiang Mo away.

Mo Yunfeng, Li Xiankui and others were already standing there in a daze.

They never expected that they would be tracked here by Jiang Mo.

"Isn't this what you said, the monster of the Moyunding?"

"Don't you recognize it?"

Jiang Mo smiled coldly, and as soon as he let go, the monkey-like black creature suddenly let out a strange cry and rushed into the crowd...

(End of this chapter)