.Because it was the time to eat, the tavern was quite lively and sparse, with most of the dozen eight-immortal tables sitting on diners.

The owner of the pub probably wanted to be more popular, so he found a storyteller and told some interesting stories about the world in the pub lobby to gather diners.

"By the way... Mo Batian, the successor of the 'Liuyun Iron Sand Palm', made a big fuss in the Longxing Martial Arts Hall, demolished the signboard of the martial arts hall and beat the owner of the martial arts hall. He was shocked by all. Before leaving, guess what he said?" The old man who was telling stories with a folding fan with a passionate voice.

"Old Zhang, he was keeping a secret. Tell me, what did Mo Batian say?" Someone shouted loudly among the many diners.

Seeing someone taking up his words, the storyteller, known as Lao Zhang, nodded with satisfaction. He held the tea bowl on the table, drank a sip of tea, and then let out a gentle voice. It was so much that everyone's appetite. He said loudly: "Oh Mo Batian, he said: I, Mo Batian, three months later, on the ninth day of the 10th month, will wait for him at Temufeng on Wufu Island to come to the three-year appointment."

"Old Zhang, who is Mo Batian waiting for?" Many diners couldn't help but ask loudly.

Old Zhang closed the folding fan and spread his hands helplessly and said, "Ask me, who will I ask? After Mo Batian finished speaking, he left, and only then did he know..."

"Tsk... waste your emotions." Many diners expressed their contempt for Lao Zhang.

"Hey, what are your attitudes? What I said is true."

...

"Batian?" Chen Musheng, who was holding a wine glass, his expression changed.

The Chameleon sitting opposite raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't it you who made an appointment with Mo Batian?"

"That's right..." Chen Musheng nodded silently, thinking a lot in his heart. Every bit of the things on the Forbidden Island three years ago and the stupid egg who was dedicated to practicing the iron sand palm, he had always been concerned about the three-year agreement that had long passed, but the former brothers of life and death were unable to meet for a long time.

"It seems that Batian's martial arts cultivation has also improved a lot. He is still so simple-minded that he actually used this method to find me." Chen Musheng thought to himself, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

"On the ninth day of the 10th month, Gofukushima?" Chameleon rolled his eyes and said, "It's past. And... Gofukushima has long been ruined. The first floating island captured by the Mo family's army nine months ago was there."

"What?" Chen Musheng was stunned.

The Chameleon curled his lips and said, "Your friend, shouldn't it already..."

"No," Chen Musheng frowned and said confidently: "He doesn't die so easily. I'm still waiting to learn about his world's number one martial arts iron sand palm."

The Chameleon shrugged, "I hope so."

Chen Musheng's mood suddenly became very complicated at this moment, but he didn't know what to do. He suddenly stood up and said, "Waiter, check out."

"Okay, guest. Just give you two cents of silver at this table." The waiter with a scarf hanging around his neck happily came up.

"Walking to Fengyue Island", Chen Musheng threw a piece of silver in his waiter's arms and said solemnly to the Chameleon.

The night is filled with darkness.

Under the dazzling galaxy, the howling cold wind blew. Today, Fengyue Island has become particularly quiet as the night comes. In Mojia Town, except for the warriors patrolling at night, the swords swaying back and forth in the scabbards and the heavy footsteps, the "woof" wind sound like ghosts is the most pleasant.

The guards on Fengyue Island are very strict.

At any time, patrolling airships will be on guard in the nearby airspace. At the same time, Mojia Town is surrounded by bulging camps, and more than 8,000 dead soldiers are stationed here.

Even late at night, there were tall figures standing guard everywhere near Lingxiao Hall, and teams of warriors with swords with their waists and hips were patrolling back and forth continuously.

Under the dark night, one tall and one short, two figures were as quick as leopards, quickly traveling around Mojia Town, approaching Lingxiao Hall quickly.

These two people are naturally Chen Musheng and Chameleon who are planning the assassination operation.

In fact, with the powerful martial arts practice of the two, even if they were in full swing through the main gate openly, the Mo family's guarding power would definitely not be able to stop them.

However, the most taboo thing about assassination is to alert the snake. If everyone on Fengyue Island is really alarmed and besieged by more than 8,000 dead soldiers, it will definitely not be easy.

"It's almost time, let's go in." Looking at the familiar huge palace in front of you, Chen Musheng felt mixed feelings. Back then, he was a young man who was not very experienced when he was enthroned as the commander here. When he celebrated with Mo Batian happily outside the hall, he was still a young man who was not very experienced in the world.

Now, he is back.

As the strongest assassin in the history of Tianwu Realm

"Hold my hand." Chameleon grabbed Chen Musheng's wrist with his smooth little hand.

"Look at you." Chen Musheng nodded with a smile.

"Don't worry, my girl's skills have improved a lot recently, and the use of this invisibility technique will definitely be foolproof." Chameleon said proudly. At the same time, his figure and Chen Musheng's body became thinner and thinner...

The two living people disappeared out of thin air.

"Let's go and go straight to Huanglong, and fight quickly."

The two walked together and under the noses of many patrol guards, they walked into the interior of Lingxiao Palace with great swagger.

The complex and complex underground world below His Highness Lingxiao is like a ferocious beast's esophagus, and the maze-like underground world is filled with blood and tears. In the past, the army of 100,000 dead soldiers in the Mo family were almost all transformed here.

In the narrow secret rooms, cold iron beds were filled with them.

The transformation of the Dead Warrior is not a 100% success rate. In fact, among the two warriors who have received the transformation, most of the time, only one of them survived and became a new human being.

The warriors who failed to transform often explode and die, turning into a bloody corpse, and being ruthlessly carried out.

The Mo family once transformed the army of ten thousand dead soldiers, which meant that there were more than 100,000 living lives, blood stained on these cold iron beds.

Several guys wearing black cloaks had relatively successful transformation of Mo Batian. He had originally mastered the incarnation technique and the cultivation of the mid-level samurai. After transformation and awakening, he became a dead warrior. After possessing the immortal body, his power also ushered in explosive growth and became a martyr at the peak of the earth.

This level of death warrior is already a very noble existence in this underground world.

In the month after his awakening, Mo Batian gradually adapted to this cold and cold body without any feeling. He found that he would never be tired or hungry again...

Sometimes I feel sad when I think of the dead Ya'er, but I can't squeeze out a single tear.

Due to the huge changes in the situation in the Tianwu Realm, after Mo Batian became a noble new human, the second elder did not delegate him to other floating islands as commander. Because at this time the Mo family was no longer the Mo family before, the death of most of the dead soldiers greatly damaged the Mo family's vitality.

For more than a month, Mo Batian has only stayed in the secret room underground, occasionally taking people to patrol. He stayed in his secret room for most of the boring time.

"Peng, peng, peng"

The knock on the door sounded, and a man in a black cloak pushed the door in and said coldly: "The Great Elder summoned all the earth-level dead men to come over, go quickly."

After saying that, the black cloak turned around and left without looking back.

""

Mo Batian, who was lying on the bed, was shocked all over. He suddenly stood up, and a strange light burst out from his tiger eyes.

A quarter of an hour later.

Mo Batian and twenty other earth-level dead soldiers were taken into the secret room where the great elder lived.

The candlelight in the secret room was in a trance. Mo Taiji leaned his fat body against the Taishi chair with a gloomy face, closing his eyes as if he was thinking about something.

"Here you come." Mo Taiji closed his eyes and said in a gloomy voice, obviously he was not happy.

"I've seen the Great Elder." Many dead men bowed and said in unison.

"Very good." Mo Taiji suddenly opened his eyes, full of vicious expressions. His bloated body sat up, got up and walked to the front of many dead soldiers.

Seeing this great hero who was highly powerful, who ruled the entire Mo family, and even almost annexed the entire Tianwu Realm, many dead soldiers showed a look of awe. Mo Batian in the crowd quietly lowered his head.

"Do you know why I summoned you here?" Mo Taiji paced back and forth, looking at the tall and sturdy figures in the house, twenty-one cold breaths, which reduced the temperature in the secret room to the extreme.

"The Great Elder made it clear." The dead soldiers answered respectfully.

"Hmph...hahaha..." Mo Taiji laughed and said, "I have just realized that two brave assassins have lurked into the Lingxiao Hall. They don't know how to live or die, and want to assassinate this elder."

"Don't worry, our brothers, we will immediately take back the two assassins." In the crowd, a bald and red-clothed dead man took a step forward and said loudly.

"No" Mo Tai Chi waved his hands.

"Elder..." The dead man was puzzled.

Mo Taiji's small eyes showed an extremely vicious expression: "These two assassins are bold but they do have some strength, and they are not something you can easily deal with. Listen, stand behind me and wait for the two assassins to come to my door. I will do it myself. With you helping me, I will definitely tear the two assassins into pieces."

"Yes, my subordinates understand." Many dead soldiers bowed and responded. In the crowd, Mo Batian clenched his fists.

"Hmph, Chen Tieshan's son, I will let you go without a reply today. You will never think that my blood demon skills are enough to see the movements and stills of dozens of miles apart." Mo Taiji snorted secretly, turned around and returned to the Taishi chair and sat down.

Twenty-one dead men with great earth warriors, under the command of Mo Taiji, walked silently to the back of the Taishi chair and waited for the two bold assassins mentioned by the Great Elder.

Following the dead soldier in front of him, Mo Batian buried his head and walked by Mo Tai Chi silently.

"call"

Mo Batian suddenly raised his head, revealing his hideous and terrifying face. His right palm became as hot as volcanic magma. He suddenly turned around and swung his palm knife, which immediately slashed Mo Taiji's neck.

"Gululu..."

Mo Taiji's neck was cut off by a palm, and his head rolled down and rolled to the ground...
Chapter completed!