Cultivating immortals is a hard job

The two looked at each other, and the other looked at Mo Xun very playfully.

Mo Xun glanced at the corner of the wall, where there was a secret door.

There is an isolation and restriction in front of the secret door. Although it is hidden, it is like paper in front of Mo Xun's powerful spiritual consciousness.

Behind the secret door, there is a small cubicle.

There are two men sitting in the compartment at the moment. One of them looks older, but his cultivation is quite good.

Late stage of elixir formation!

The other one was a middle-aged man, and Mo Xun knew him as Gu Yan, whom he had met once.

Mo Xun sneered at the one-eyed dragon, pulled up a chair and sat opposite the purple-robed man.

It seems that things are not as complicated as he thought!

Seeing Mo Xun acting like this, the man in purple robe sat up straight and suddenly clapped his hands.

"You have the guts! Let me introduce myself first. My surname is Xing, and my last name is Rong. I am the master of the Baiquan Sect. I invite fellow Taoists here to discuss a deal..."

Mo Xun directly waved his hand to interrupt him.

"You are not qualified. Call the people behind you to come out."

Upon hearing this, Xing Rong, who was still smiling, suddenly froze.

"Junior, what do you mean?"

Mo Xun didn't say anything, just stared at the other person coldly.

Xing Rong was a little scared when he was stared at. Although the young man in front of him, no matter how he looked at it, was a low-level monk who had not yet completed his Foundation Establishment, it gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.

"Junior, I know you have a great master, but so what? Your master must have not shown up for several months, right? Now that you have come to my realm, even if you were once a dragon, you'd better give it to me. Well...besides, even if you don’t think about yourself, you should always think about that little girl, right?”

Mo Xun's expression remained unchanged, but he stretched out his fingers and tapped the armrest twice.

"You've finished speaking. I'll give you three breaths or I'll demolish this place."

Xing Rong stood up immediately after seeing Mo Xun's arrogant look.

"Hmph! It seems you really didn't see the coffin..."

As soon as he said this, Xing Rong's expression suddenly changed.

Immediately afterwards, Xing Rong was shot out and hit the hidden secret door, causing a gap in half of the wall.

The restrictions in front of the secret door also dissipated, revealing a large space inside.

At this moment, Xing Rong had passed out.

But that state was really tragic.

Not only was the cassock on his body shattered and torn, but his head was covered with blood, and he had to go out in one breath.

In an instant, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Mo Xun turned his head and glanced at the frightened Cyclops. This guy was quite upright before, but now he was almost scared to death.

Immediately afterwards, there was a muffled groan.

It turned out that the one-eyed dragon flew out in a panic, and then landed next to Xing Rong very accurately.

When the sawdust and smoke dispersed, a figure slowly walked out of the secret door.

"Hahaha... I know that Taoist brother will not just watch his disciple be wronged. Zuo Jin, the elder of Xiaduoluomen Xingmo Hall, has met Taoist brother and hopes that he will not be offended in such a way. Invite Taoist brother here."

Judging from his appearance, Zuo Jin looks about fifty years old.

He is a bit short and quite round.

Wearing a yellow and white robe, with a rounded belly, he was wearing a harmless smile and holding fists in his hands.

This person gave Mo Xun the feeling that he was really not on par with the elders of the major sects.

On the contrary, he looks a bit like a rich man in the secular world!

But the person the other party was looking at right now was beside Mo Xun.

At some point, there was another person in the room.

This man wore a bamboo hat on his head. His figure was similar to that of Mo Xun, except that his back was slightly stooped. He was covered in black clothes, and his whole body exuded a strong demonic aura, lingering around his body, like a circle of invisible black. fog.

On the other hand, Mo Xun suddenly became a supporting character, just standing aside obediently, with his body slightly half a step back.

"Is this your invitation method?"

The man snorted coldly, his voice rich and old, with a faintly soul-stirring demonic sound, which made Gu Yan behind Zuo Jin tremble slightly and his face became a little pale.

Gu Yan came out with Zuo Jin.

After discovering the sudden appearance of strangers in the room, I was really shocked.

Because he didn't even realize when the other party was standing there or how he got there.

It's like appearing out of thin air!

What's even worse is that he can't see through the other person's cultivation level.

After a brief shock, he immediately realized that the old man in a bamboo hat in front of him was the mysterious monk who had offended him at Tiankui Restaurant last time.

That is the master that Mo Xun calls!

But according to his investigation, this person did not show up again for several months after the last attack.

Unexpectedly, it suddenly appeared again at this moment!

Fortunately, he was accompanied by Zuo Jin when he came this time, and behind Zuo Jin stood Tuoluomen.

No matter how scary this mysterious man is, he doesn't dare to be too presumptuous.

Zuo Jin smiled warmly, stretched out his hand and said "please", and then took the lead to sit at a table and chairs next to him.

As for the old man in the bamboo hat, he seemed to be a little angry. After calming down for a while, he slowly sat down.

"What would you call your friend?"

The old man in a bamboo hat spoke calmly.

"You and I are cultivators, and our names are just lay titles. What's the difference between having one or not having one? But I have been wandering around for hundreds of years, and I have been respected by my fellow Taoists, and I have been given the Taoist name Purple Saint Heavenly Monarch."

Purple Saint Heavenly Monarch?

Zuo Jin's smile froze slightly!

According to the tradition of the cultivation world, only the Nascent Soul can be called "Heavenly Monarch". Although this is not a clear rule, it has been tacitly accepted for thousands of years.

Although the current cultivation world is declining and no longer in ancient times.

Many inheritances have been forgotten or lost, but this honorific title is still not called casually.

Zuo Jin was confused and wondered if he had seen it wrong, so he asked tentatively: "I wonder what your current cultivation is..."

The old man in the bamboo hat chuckled.

"Just as you see!"

Zuo Jin nodded without comment, and didn't dwell on the title.

It's just a Taoist name, people can call it whatever they want.

You can't just draw your sword against me because of this, right?

"May I ask, brother, are you from the Holy Demon Sect?"

Zuo Jin's question was not aimless, but rather showed that he had great knowledge.

Even Mo Xun, who was ignored, looked at him slightly.

The old man in the bamboo hat in front of him was naturally his lotus body incarnation "Mo Hun".

With the help of the chaotic turbid air, he could not only hide his cultivation well, but also cover up his mind control.

The one who took action earlier was also an incarnation.

There are two reasons for this.

First, he didn't want to expose himself too early.

The other reason is that although he changed his breath through the Yin Demon Pearl, he was practicing Taoist exercises after all.

Once he took action, he would be exposed.