The blood moon is coming, zombies are coming

Mo Feibai felt that his golden elixir was now very powerful and solid. No wonder sometimes monsters will directly use demon pills as a means of attack, which is something Yuanying cannot do.

Mo Feibai estimated that his current cultivation level should have directly crossed over from the early stage of Yuanying stage to the middle stage of Yuanying stage, and he might break through to the later stage at any time.

Mo Feibai opened his eyes, saw Qiu Yue, and said excitedly: "Master, I have succeeded in breaking through, and my cultivation has reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul stage, and I can break through to the later stage at any time."

"Well, you should consolidate your foundation first, and don't rush to continue to make breakthroughs." Master Qiuyue nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, Master." Mo Feibai also nodded seriously.

Mo Feibai knew that although he did not have an unstable foundation as others called him.

But after he broke through, although his soul also became a lot stronger, the strength of this soul was still not enough to support him to continue to break through.

Although it is possible to continue to break through, after the breakthrough, his soul may be suppressed by instinct, and then lose his mind and transform into a corpse.

"Since we have a breakthrough, let's go out." Qiuyue Zhenren said.

"Okay." Mo Feibai nodded.

However, Mo Feibai found that there were still a lot of top-quality spiritual stones left on the ground that were not used, and Qiuyue Zhenren had no intention of putting them away.

Master Qiuyue saw Mo Feibai looking at those top-grade spiritual stones and said, "Just keep the remaining spiritual stones and use them as pocket money."

"Okay, thank you, Master." Mo Feibai was not polite to Master Qiuyue. According to what Master Qiuyue said before, it is only natural for master to give things to disciples, so just take them.

Mo Feibai quickly put all the spirit stones into the storage ring.

When Master Qiuyue saw that Mo Feibai had packed up, he took him out of the abyss and returned to the edge of Corpse Sealing Mountain.

"Do you want to go back with me or go somewhere else?" Qiuyue Zhenren looked at Mo Feibai and said.

"Master, I plan to go out and walk around to get used to the power after the breakthrough." Mo Feibai thought for a moment and said.

"Yes." Master Qiuyue nodded, then left Mo Feibai and flew away without giving Mo Feibai a chance to say goodbye.

After Mo Feibai saw Qiuyue Zhenren flying away, he began to try to fly with his own body. Ever since he broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, Mo Feibai felt that flying with the physical body was an instinct, so he didn't need anyone to teach him, he could fly by himself in no time.

Mo Feibai was flying in mid-air, and Mozi sent a message to him: "Brother Feibai, give me some Qi, and I will fly by myself."

Mo Zi could fly originally, but after it became Mo Fei Bai's magical weapon, everything it did needed the support of Mo Fei Bai's Qi.

When Mo Feibai was in the golden elixir stage, Mo Feibai's true energy could only support him to fly freely using forms such as flying swords. Now that Mo Feibai is in the Nascent Soul stage, his true energy can support him to fly freely in the black tiger form.

Mo Feibai knew what Mozi meant and said with a smile: "Okay."

Then Mo Feibai injected a large amount of Qi into Mozi, and Mozi transformed from the bracelet into the form of a black tiger as tall as a person.

Then, Mozi ran freely in the air. It may have been a long time since he had done this. Mozi had a great time.

Mo Feibai turned back to Obsidian City and found Yue Xinying and Sima Qi. He happened to meet Liu Hanyi, Xuanyuan Yuhao and Feng Ningyan on the way, so he called them up by the way.

Mo Feibai told them all that he was already in the middle of the Nascent Soul stage and wanted to treat everyone to a celebration banquet.

……

A certain Buddhist country in the Buddhist sect, Chengou Village.

A middle-aged man with gorgeous clothes, a shiny face, and a fat body was accompanied by ten people who looked like servants. The servants were also dressed more elegantly. At first glance, these people belonged to wealthy families.

A group of them were walking on a village road. There were houses next to the village road, but they were all relatively shabby.

"Everyone came out to pay taxes..."

"Quickly come out..."

The two servants shouted at the top of their lungs.

There were many people in the dilapidated house at this time.

When everyone heard the sound, they did not open the door and come out. Instead, they looked through the crack in the door or opened a crack in the window and looked at the situation outside through the crack.

The middle-aged man also saw that there were a lot of people here, but they were all hiding in the house, so he winked at the servants who were holding sticks behind them.

The servants understood and immediately dispersed, walking towards the houses on both sides.

"You idiots, come out quickly, otherwise don't blame us for being rude..." The servants said as they hit the windows of the house with sticks, or the water tank next to them.

"Steward Qian, ladies and gentlemen, please be merciful, please be merciful..."

An old man who was skinny and half-clothed quickly opened the door of the house and ran out, shouting.

"Steward Qian, gentlemen, be merciful, be merciful..."

"Be merciful and stop smashing our things..."

"Sir, let go of our things..."

……

When the people in the house saw someone coming out, and knowing that they couldn't hide anymore, they all ran out of the house one after another, shouting distressedly as they ran.

To other people, these things may not matter, or may even be despised, but to them, they are all precious.

The group of people who ran out of the house, regardless of age or sex, were all wearing shabby and shabby clothes, and they were all as skinny as ribs. In other words, these people were a group of refugees.

"Hmph, if you don't listen to me when I have something to say and insist on using force on me, who's to blame?" Butler Qian, a middle-aged man, snorted coldly and said.

"Yes, yes, yes... Steward Qian, it's all our fault, please don't be angry..." The old man who ran out just now nodded repeatedly and said a little flatteringly.

"I'm too lazy to be angry with you. To be angry with you would be to lose my identity." Butler Qian glanced at them and said contemptuously.

"Yes, yes, yes, steward Qian, what is your identity? An adult does not remember the faults of a villain..." the old man said with a smile.

"We are here for business this time," Butler Qian said.

"Steward Qian, please tell me..." The old man probably guessed what Steward Qian and the others were here for, but he could only laugh.

"This time, the tax for one season will be increased by 50%. You go back and prepare now, and come back with me later..." Butler Qian said lightly.

"Steward Qian, increase the tax by 50%? That means we have no surplus food... Winter is coming, and we will all freeze to death and starve to death..." The old man did not expect that the tax would be increased, and it would be so much. He spoke quickly.

"Yes, this is equivalent to paying it all..."

"The food has been paid, what shall we eat..."