Xiantu

Song Mo managed to keep Master Zhu steady, and made an appointment with him to meet regularly in the future before leaving.

In the following days, Song Mo didn't dare to delay for a moment, and practiced by taking Qingli fruit in the cave all day long.This kind of practice speed of thousands of miles a day, even in Liuyunzong's first-class cave, can't be achieved.

Every month, Song Mo would secretly go to see Master Zhu.Master Zhu has been urging Song Mo to act quickly, but Song Mo blindly shirks, saying that now Mu Li is very guarded against him, and there is no chance at all.Master Zhu was dubious, and in order to appease him, Song Mo also presented him with twenty pieces of Qingli fruit.

Now Song Mo has a surplus of Qingli Fruits, Mu Li used some means to get a large amount of Qingli Fruits from the bosses of several other factions in the crypt, and handed them over to Song Mo for safekeeping.Therefore, Song Mo gave these twenty Qingli fruits very generously, without any heartache.

The days passed by in peace, and when the spiritual power in Song Mo Qihai increased to more than 500 drops, it was time to hand in the Qingli fruit every year.

On a relatively flat and open space, thousands of monks gathered here, lined up densely, and went forward one by one to pay this year's offerings.

On the high platform in front of the clearing, stood two men, one in blue and one in purple. They were envoys sent by the higher authorities to collect Qingli fruit this year.These two people are surrounded by spiritual weapons and magic weapons, so they are obviously not affected by this big formation.

Any monk in the crypt, regardless of cultivation level, is tasked with one hundred qingli fruits every year.Everyone held a few jade boxes in their arms, walked up to the high platform and handed it to the two envoys for inspection, and then walked down silently.

Thousands of people gathered in this open space, but there was not a single noisy sound, only extremely suppressed silence.

Song Mo noticed that his two acquaintances, Master Zhu and Mu Yue, went to the high platform to pay the offerings one by one, and both passed smoothly.

But not everyone can complete the task.

A plain-looking female cultivator suddenly knelt down after climbing onto the high platform, and begged the two messengers, "I'm only [-] qingli fruits short of completing the task. Next year, next year, I can double it, okay?"

Before she finished speaking, the blue-clothed monk impatiently interrupted her: "No need to say more, according to the rules, those who fail to complete the task will be punished with whipping, you can go to the side and lie down."

The female nun's face faded when she heard the words, she turned pale and said, "I beg you to spare your life" as she spoke, she backed away, pleading intermittently.

However, before moving two steps, a golden whip came down with the force of wind and thunder. The female cultivator couldn't dodge in time, and was directly pierced by the golden whip. Before she could even make a sound, she collapsed to the ground, dying .

A monk who has lost the protection of mana is as vulnerable as a baby in front of the spiritual weapon.

The audience was silent, and some monks had anger and humiliation flashing in their eyes, but most of the monks just watched numbly and indifferently, as if they were used to all this.

The female cultivator's body was completely burned by a ball of fire, leaving only the faint smell of blood floating in the air. The rest of the cultivators went to the stage to pay the Qingli fruit as usual, as if the scene just happened was just an illusion.

The two envoys on the stage checked quickly, and it was Song Mo's turn in a blink of an eye.

Song Mo stepped forward slowly, and handed over ten jade boxes to the two for verification.The Qingli fruit in the jade box is naturally full, one of them nodded, and Song Mo got off the high platform and walked into the crowd on the other side.

After four full hours, everyone's Qingli fruit was finally handed in. Except for the female nun, there were two other monks who failed to complete the task and were whipped to death.

"There are still 12 people who have not arrived today, where are they?" the monk in blue on the stage asked suddenly.

There was a slight commotion in the audience, but no one responded.

The blue-clothed monk seemed to sneer, looking at the audience, a look of contempt flashed in his eyes, then his sleeves shook slightly, and several black snakes slipped out of it, spitting out long letters, and briskly went to Swim in all directions.

After a while, there was a faint scream from the depths of the tunnel. Song Mo clenched his fists tightly and couldn't bear to listen carefully.

Fortunately, the screams only lasted for half a stick of incense. The monk in blue recalled the snakes, looked at the people below and said coldly: "I don't care what you think, the task of [-] blue glass fruits every year must Done, otherwise, those people just now are a lesson for you. Don’t think that everything will be fine if you hide in the different space. From today, the different space will be closed for half a month. Since those who hide in it don’t want to come out, then never come out. "With the strong corrosiveness of the green mist in the different space, after half a month, the people inside may have already turned into dry bones.

After leaving this sentence, the two envoys on the high platform left directly. They had tokens to activate the formation on their bodies, so they were naturally not affected by the formation and could come and go freely.

Mu Li looked at the backs of the two who had disappeared from the high platform, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes, and he returned to normal in a blink of an eye.He walked up to Song Mo and said softly, "Let's go back."

"Okay." Song Mo said, his eyes secretly glanced at Master Zhu who was hiding in the crowd not far away, and he was looking at Muli warily.But Mu Li didn't seem to notice it at all, and walked straight outside.

Song Mo wanted to say hello to Mu Yue, but it was too late, so he nodded his head from afar, and followed Mu Li away.

This time the higher-ups sent someone to collect the Qingli fruit, it was like a stone thrown into the lake, causing a ripple, and then quickly disappeared without a trace.The calmness of the past was restored in the cave. Everyone went their own way, and Song Mo still stayed in the cave all day long to practice.

But he soon realized that something was wrong.

For two consecutive months, he did not see Master Zhushang at the agreed place.If it was the first month, it could be said that Master Zhu was stumbled by something, but in the second month, Song Mo was still in vain, and Master Zhu did not leave a word.

This was almost impossible to happen in the past few months. Master Zhu was so eager to deal with Muli, and wished to urge him every day, it was impossible to release Song Mo's pigeons twice in a row.

Song Mo vaguely had a bad guess that Master Zhu might have been murdered.