"Hmm?" Mo Bei was a little unhappy and his tone suddenly increased.

The waiter showed a hint of panic on it and said, "Fellow Daoist, don't misunderstand it. The little one is not sitting on the verge of yelling. Please let me tell you."

"Our evil spirit sect has a large sphere of influence, ranging from three million miles to four million miles to four million miles wide. It is divided into nineteen islands and thirty-eight sea islands, and each island has a jurisdiction of seventy or eighty small islands. Together, there are tens of thousands of well-known islands alone. Not to mention some small unknown islands."

"If you don't tell me a specific location, I'm really not good at talking to you." The waiter explained with a sad face.

Mo Bei suddenly realized the unhappiness on his face restrained a little, but then he rolled his eyes again and said in his heart: "If I know the specific location of this Qingling Island, would I be afraid of asking you?"

Mo Bei was a little depressed for a moment: "If what the waiter said in this shop is true, I'm afraid it's really hard to find Qingling Island in one month. Master, you really have a problem for me."

"but……"

The waiter changed the topic and then said, "Senior, if you want, I will be careful for you in these days. If you find out the news, I will notify you."

When Mo Bei was worried, he just nodded casually to the waiter's words and did not take it to his heart.

"With a waiter, how can I find out for me? It's better to go out and find it yourself."

Mo Bei frowned, savored the tea, and thought about what to do.

At this time, the words of several tables of cultivators around him came over after dinner.

One of the disciples showed longing and exclaimed: "Hey! The God Yan Zhenjun of the Qiankun Demon Sect is really powerful! With a casual wave, it will collapse and the earth will break!"

The disciple of the Demon Sect wearing a yellowish costume next to the disciple kept nodding and responded: "Yes, the Qiankun Demon Sect is worthy of being the leader of the twenty-eight demonic paths!"

"But that unknown true king of Demonic Dao is also amazing. There is no need for this true king of Shenyan, how much is missing!"

"Yes, the two true kings of God and Ghost hate are fighting against each other, no matter how close they are!"

Hearing this, Mo Bei's heart moved, and his tea-drinking action immediately stopped, and he raised his ears, becoming very interested in their words.

"Unknown True Lord?"

Mo Bei's heart moved, leaned over, and asked at the two disciples of the Evil Spirit Sect at the next table, "Oh? What's going on with this senior brother? Can you tell me in detail?"

The disciples of the Evil Spirit Sect were all stunned, and then looked at each other, showing a look of surprise. They said, "Have you not even heard of this?"

"It's true," Mo Bei hugged his hands and said with a smile: "I just came out with the uncle in the sect to do a task today, and I'm really not sure about this matter."

"So that's it." The disciple of the Evil Spirit Sect was not restrained, waved his hand, signaled Mo Bei to sit down, and said, "Then I will talk to you carefully."

"This happened three years ago!"

"That day, the god of the Qiankun Demon Sect, the true king of the Ghost Eagle, the two of them suddenly came to our Evil Spirit Sect. They wanted to discuss major events with the leader of the Evil Spirit Sect."

“Then the two of them attacked our territory, an island, and there was a great battle.

There was an unknown true king there!"

Speaking of this, the disciple of the Evil Spirit Sect showed a hint of pride and continued: "This true king is so powerful that he is not inferior to the true king of God-loving ghosts and hating ghosts."

"The three true lords started fighting for some reason!"

"That battle was like a hell on earth!"

A look of remembrance appeared in the eyes of the disciple of the Evil Spirit Sect, and then he seemed to remember something. Suddenly the remembrance turned into a deep fear, a fear from the bottom of his heart:

"The three true lords have fought in ancient times and have tear the holes in the sky!"

"The demonic energy dyed the sky black, and I couldn't see my five fingers. Even that great sun turned into a magic sun, which was extremely dark!"

Another senior brother from his side took over the conversation and continued, "Yes, God-loving ghost-loving is really powerful, changing the world and collapsing thousands of miles away, and that true king is even more terrifying!"

"The war lasted for three days, countless islands were destroyed, and even the protection formation of our evil spirit sect was affected by the remaining power and created a crack!"

Mo Bei was also trembling when he heard this, and he showed an incredible look on his face, thinking to himself: "The terror of this true king is indeed unimaginable. Since he can fight against the two true kings of Shenyan and Ghost Hat, and he is not at all inferior. Who else can be there besides my master? I'm afraid something happened!"

"What about the end?" Mo Bei asked.

The disciple of the Evil Spirit Sect took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and then curled his lips and said, "In the end, I don't know who won or lost in this battle. I'll just be able to fight against such a powerful man in the terrifying realm, but I'll be fine if I'm not affected by the remaining power..."

"The two true lords of God and Ghost Abandon and the unknown true lord did not know where to go at the same time."

Mo Bei felt a little disappointed and asked unwillingly: "What is the name of that true lord? What does it look like?"

"You're not kidding... I can't see the appearance of the True Lord." The disciple of the Evil Spirit Sect looked at Mo Bei with a strange expression, and then said, "Besides, the True Lord has no trace, it is extremely mysterious. He has never revealed his name!"

Mo Bei thought and then asked, "Then, do you know where Qingling Island is?"

"Qingling Island?"

The disciples of the Evil Spirit Sect shook their heads: "What you said is too wide. There are countless islands in our Evil Spirit Sect, and there are countless small islands that have not been named."

Although Mo Bei was prepared, he was still a little disappointed when he heard all the disciples of the Evil Spirit Sect say this.

At this time, the righteous disciple at the next table interjected, "Qingling Island? Why are you going to Qingling Island?"

When Mo Bei heard this, he felt happy and turned around without moving. He looked at the disciple of the horned and righteous disciple behind him, and exclaimed, "I am going to go there to find relatives. Do you know the location of this Qingling Island?"

"I know, but..." The disciple with a mustache smacked his lips and shrugged: "Even if you find the location of Qingling Island, it's useless. Because Qingling Island has long disappeared..."

"It's gone!" Mo Bei raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a strange expression.

"yes,"

The disciple of the Beard nodded and chewed it in his mouth while breaking a bean and chewing it, saying, "As early as three years ago, when the Shenyan True Lord fought with the mysterious True Lord, the Qingling Island was affected and destroyed. If you go now, you may only see a pile of broken walls."

"Looking for relatives? Let's mourn brothers." The disciple of the Beard of Eight Characters sighed: "Under the remaining power of the two true lords' battle, the entire island has been destroyed. Where can anyone survive?"

Mo Bei's face suddenly turned dark, but he still asked unwillingly: "Senior brother, please indicate the location of Qingling Island, I am very grateful!"

"Why,"

The beard looked at Mo Bei's firm expression, no longer dissuading him, and pointed out the window and said, "You hire a spiritual ship at the dock and walk west for a day from now on. After walking east for half an hour, you can see a piece of ruins."

"The Qingling Island was destroyed back then, but there were still some corners left. If you go there now, you may see a few pieces of gravel."

Mo Bei kept everything in his beard words in his heart, and then he hugged his hands and thanked him.

Mo Bei no longer listened to the following words. He hurried out of the teahouse without waiting for these disciples to finish speaking.

"This unknown True Lord seems to be the master in most of the past! It seems that something has changed!" Standing outside the teahouse, Mo Bei's eyes fell into the crowd, his face a little unfair.

He looked calmly and thought anxiously: "No matter what, I still have to go ahead. Maybe these people are hearing about it?"

Mo Bei made up his mind and headed straight to the dock. He spent thirty spirit stones and hired a small wolf-toothed spirit ship to fly straight to the direction of Qingling Island.

"Fellow Daoist, what you are talking about. I seem to remember that there is such an island."

The old man in the eighth level of Qi Refining Period of the Spirit Ship rolled up his trousers and pinched his hand gestures while urging his spiritual ship, urging his spiritual ship to quickly shuttle through the vast ocean, while saying:

"But that island is not too big, and there are few disciples doing tasks on it on weekdays."

The owner of the spirit ship said without a word: "It has been a long time since I went there, fellow Taoist. Please let me judge the direction carefully."

Mo Bei responded casually for a few seconds and then went straight into the room of the spirit ship.

He used the magic tricks and set up several simple restrictions to completely block the room.

Then he sat down cross-legged and began to meditate.

The next day, the sunset is twilight.

Mo Bei slowly opened his eyes, opened the ban, and walked out of the room.

As soon as he opened the door of the room, a stream of thick golden mist slowly penetrated into the room, covering him.

"Hmm?" Mo Bei frowned first, took two steps back, and the spiritual energy activated, burst out from his cuffs, turning into strong winds, blowing the golden mist away.

Mo Bei's spiritual consciousness spread from his eyebrows, touching the golden mist, with a strange face revealing his face, and he said to himself: "What's going on with this golden mist? It actually contains such a rich spiritual energy, and it seems that it does not harm the cultivator."

At this time, the voice of the old man from the spirit ship came from the golden mist, and said with a smile: "It's the first time that fellow Taoist is coming to our Evil Spirit Sect. You probably haven't seen this golden mist."

"This is a great treasure of our evil spirit sect. Every time at dusk, this golden mist will rise above the sea surface, which can invisibly temper the tendons, veins, and flesh of the cultivator."

While he was talking, Mo Bei had already walked to the deck, but found that the owner of the spirit ship was sitting cross-legged on the bow of the ship, allowing the rich golden mist to cover his whole body, constantly drilling in his body, seeping into his pores and skin.
Chapter completed!