Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty

By the side of Slender West Lake, the Slender West Garden, which covers an area of ​​1,000 mu, looks magnificent.

The red and yellow colors are strong, and there are many pavilions and pavilions built on the east and west banks.

Looking down from the sky, there is a different view.

Leng Luo came to the side of Luzhou, glanced at the Slender West Lake Garden, and said, "The side of Slender West Lake is a place for the nobles in the palace to play and rest during their leisure time. Why is Jingming Dao Moqi here?"

Lu Zhou glanced at Mo Qi and said, "You are the head of the black cavalry, directly under the emperor, even you don't know?"

"The black cavalry is only responsible for performing tasks, and never asks about the court." Leng Luo said.

Although he was out of Li Mo's control, the memories of the past many years were still in his mind.

Lu Zhou remembered the powerful witchcraft he used on the flying chariot who pretended to be the Nether Sect during the first battle in Anyang, and said, "Don't give up and Moli... In your opinion, what is the relationship between the two?"

Leng Luo said lightly:

"As far as I know, Li Mo is a woman... a coquettish woman who is good at bewitching the mind and has powerful witchcraft."

If not, how could Leng Luo be taken advantage of.

Heroes are saddened by Beauty Pass.

Leng Luo has been in the world for many years, and he never thought about it.

At this moment, Lu Zhou's old face showed a rare smile, and caressed his beard indifferently: "I remember, Mo Qi has an elder brother who separated at an early age and disappeared."

Leng Luo did not speak.

Because of these, they were already known when they fought against the ten witches and sages.

It's only certain now.

Leng Luo said hoarsely, "No matter whether you are a man or a woman, you have to die."

"It's so good, Mo Li, I'll leave it to you." Lu Zhou said.

"Thank you."

Leng Luo handed over.

To be able to surrender to such a character... This made Pan Litian, who was leaning on the chariot behind him, amazed.

He has been watching Lu Zhou, his cultivation base has been abolished, and he has no choice to enter the Motian Pavilion. Leng Luo should do the same, so what will happen if Leng Luo restores his cultivation base in the future?

"Master...it's here."

The chariot stopped.

Suspended above the middle of Slender West Lake.

Little Yuan'er jumped over.

Zhao Yue and several female disciples needed to keep the flying chariot suspended and did not move.

Luzhou continued to overlook the Slender West Lake Garden.

Except for the two apprentices, this time it was really the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled... I'm afraid it's hard to save some props.

Four more critical hits.

Gotta use it tight.

System, system, are you intentionally increasing the difficulty so that I don't rely too much on item cards?

"There is a formation."

Leng Luo glanced at the surrounding pattern and made an accurate judgment.

Duanmusheng had the best field of vision, where he was at the helm, he could clearly see every corner below.

"How did you know?"

In his opinion, the scenery below is good, where are the signs of the formation?

Leng Luo pointed to the surroundings and said, "These pavilions are built according to the direction of the gossip, but they seem to be long and narrow... Around Bieyuan,

There are obvious fluctuations in vitality. Among the masters of Jingming Dao, no one is good at building such a large formation. So... the surrounding of Shouxi Bieyuan is very likely to be a great magic formation. Vitality fluctuations are just appearances. "

"Teached." Duanmusheng clasped his fists.

The younger generation, even if they are talented, will always have less experience in front of these old monsters.

Pan Litian leaned against the chariot, looked at the next formation, took a sip of wine and said, "This formation doesn't look simple, and I don't know what type of formation it is."

"You know witchcraft?" Leng Luo glanced back.

Pan Litian disapproved of it and talked eloquently: "Jingming Dao, the most notable thing is the classics of witchcraft... When it comes to witchcraft, there are will control, magic, range control, and mental bewitching. ...but either way, a solution can be found."

No wonder Pan Zhong knew so much about witchcraft.

Mo Qi, the sect master of Jingming Dao, has such a relationship with Mo Li, it is not surprising that there are books on witchcraft. It's just... Jingmingdao is one of the top ten famous sects, and it is difficult for people to associate the two together.

Leng Luo asked, "Then do you know how to crack it?"

"do not know."

Luzhou: "..."

Duanmusheng: "..."

Leng Luo: "..."

I don't know what you're doing, it's a waste of time.

at this time--

In the Slender West Garden, there were more than a dozen cultivators in green robes.

The cultivator in the green robe slowly floated up.

"Meet the old man."

Lu Zhou ignored the person in front of him.

At a glance, there is not even a master of the Primordial Spirit Tribulation Realm.

Mo Qi didn't dare to come out, but sent a bunch of cannon fodder.

Duanmu Sheng shouted, "Let that old thief Mo Qi come out!"

"Forehead……"

More than a dozen practitioners trembled.

All of them were pale and sweaty on their foreheads.

"I don't know what you are doing when you come to Slender West Garden?"

Lu Zhou shook his head.

Why Mo Tiange came here, Mo Qi knows better than anyone else.

Jing Mingdao has already ended up like this, and he even sent some little scoundrels to waste time.

Lu Zhou waved his hand indifferently: "Clean it up."

"The disciple takes orders!"

The only one who can take action right now is Xiao Yuan'er.

Xiaoyuan'er was as light as a swallow, and Taiqing Jade Slip broke out, running the Seven Stars to Harvest Clouds, and several blue figures flashed past.

At the same time, Brahma Ling slammed into the past.

Bang bang bang!

More than a dozen cultivators were vulnerable to a single blow and flew upside down.

Mouth after mouthful of blood formed a blood mist and fell down.

More than ten people fell into the Slender West Lake.

Leng Luo: "..."

Pan Litian: "..."

As expected of Motian Pavilion's behavior, even Leng Luo was shocked by this resolute approach.

Luzhou did not sympathize with Jingmingdao.

Mo Qi made trouble for Mo Tiange again and again... and Mo Li stabbed in the back many times.

This is just the beginning.

The only unfortunate thing is that these practitioners, most of whom are nothing but Fanhai, don't actually reward merit points. How pitiful is this? Advanced players go to the novice area and don't give experience points?

Lu Zhou shook his head, discarded his distracting thoughts, and thought again.

Xiaoyuaner Yukong returned.

"Master, the disciple has completed the task."

Lu Zhou nodded.

His eyes swept across the entire Slender West Garden, and he said solemnly: "Moji..."

One Mo and the other abandoned, like a very heavy subwoofer, fell from the air.

Mighty and powerful, radiating from top to bottom...

It can be clearly seen that the sound waves are like the formed air currents rolling out.

Swept the entire Slender West Lake Garden.

see this scene.

Leng Luo couldn't help but admire: "I admire."

Lu Zhou shook his head and said, "It's just a trick of carving worms. God Court can do it."

Leng Luo said: "However, it is possible to send sound skills to every corner with such subtle control, without hundreds of years of precipitation. Take control."

Pan Litian also said: "The old man agrees with your statement... Cultivation is one thing, skills and experience are not comparable to the realm."

Perhaps it was because of their different identities that Lu Zhou sounded quite useful.

It is much more comfortable than the flattery of ordinary people.

The crowd continued to look down at Bieyuan.

This sound wave shook the disciples of Jingming Dao to the side.

Mo Qi hid in the house and didn't dare to go out... He could only respond in the same way—

"Ji Tiandao!"

The sound waves rolled back, and the air seemed to be twisted.

Pan Litian frowned and scolded, "Oh... this old man!"

Leng Luo is okay... almost unaffected.

Lu Zhou's face was even more indifferent, and his mind was clear.

Duanmusheng recommended himself: "Master... This old thing doesn't eat toast and drink fines! My disciple is willing to take the lead, and I will dig out this old thing when I dig three feet into the ground!"

Lu Zhou raised his hand and said, "No need."

Since Slender West Garden is surrounded by powerful formations, it would be a bit reckless to let Duanmu live.

At this time, a voice came from the other garden again——

"Motian Pavilion deceives people too much, if this revenge is not repaid, it will be a waste of life!"

The sound faded away.

"Want to go?"