Mozong is poor

Before Fu Linchu left the sect to go to Zhongzhou, he also heard his suzerain jokingly mentioning that he wanted to move the gate.

But at that time, he thought it was a little joke and didn't take it seriously.After all, although the Ten Thousand Demon Sect is much dilapidated than it was a hundred years ago, the skinny camel is bigger than a horse. As the number one sect of the Demon Dao that has been handed down since ancient times, it naturally has a lot of heritage.Just any dilapidated brick house in a dilapidated side hall, there may be some secrets hidden in it.

But now he said he would move!

Thinking about it is also extremely embarrassing.

However, look at what has changed today.

You can't go wrong by moving early!

Although Your Majesty always likes to use violence to solve all problems, he never misses the decisions made on major issues.

A hundred years ago, the old Wan Mo Sect, who turned the tide in the same way, returned to the few people left.

And if one's cultivation has reached a certain level, in this not-so-scientific world, one can feel something 'in the dark'!

"Yes, this subordinate will do it."

Thinking of this, Fu Linchu quickly replied.

His Majesty ascended, and the powerful elders in the door who were only half breathed were also struck by the sky thunder and stepped into the coffin. Now he is probably the only one with the highest cultivation level in the Wanmo Sect.In this way, there are even more things to be busy with.

As for leaving the sect and finding a place to stay quietly until the end of this weird sky change, such thoughts also flashed through Fu Linchu's mind.

But it quickly disappeared without a trace, and there is no trace left.

For him, a person from a peaceful world, the realm of comprehension was indeed too cruel.

In this cruelty, it was Gu Tianzong who 'taken in' him, brought him to a safe place, and gave him a chance to survive.

In the beginning, the hardships were a bit bitter, and the hardships were a bit difficult.But in the end, they are not all painful memories, at least in the past few hundred years, he has lived happily.And in the past hundred years, most of the Zongmen has been supported by him!In addition to the sense of accomplishment, there are countless emotions involved.

If it was the Ten Thousand Demon Sect a hundred years ago, he might still consider leaving.

But not.

The current Ten Thousand Demons Sect is full of vigor and vitality. Although they can't get rid of the word "devil" in the end, they may be much better than those hypocrites of the righteous way!

So it is impossible to leave, and it is impossible to leave the sect in this life.

The sect is so good, with a talkative suzerain, obedient disciples, and elders who don't like to meddle and have only a few breaths and master various skills...

Such a good place may be the only one in the cultivation world!

Gu Yifei didn't know that his left protector had thought so much in just a few short thoughts.

Holding the fat man in his arms, his eyes darkened, and he quickly answered, "I'll go with you, too."

Although Zuo Dharma was not very likely to be able to withstand the blow of the unknown monk, it would be more reassuring to have more than one person by his side.

I just hope that Mo Youning will end the matter over there sooner and come over soon.

He...was also afraid that something might happen.

Think about this.

Holding the fat arms tighter.

Pan Lin, who was waving his chubby hand, was not happy now.

Raising his paw, he tried hard to pat his own father's face.

But in the end, with short hands and little strength, he could only pat the opponent's neck, which was soft after a while, as if he was slapping cotton.

Gu Yifei also noticed the movement of the baby in her arms.

Calmly met Pan Lin's clear eyes, grabbed the other's chubby hand and said seriously and seriously: "Shh, don't make trouble, be quiet."

And Pan Lin really listened to what he said, and blinked obediently the eyes that looked at her father, and calmed down after a while, without even making any more babbling sounds.He just looked around with his round and clear black eyes.

Seeing that the boy listened to his words, Gu Yifei also heaved a sigh of relief.

He was really afraid that the other party would make a fuss at this time, since the little guy could crawl, he was very lively.I always don't want to stay in one place quietly, and I don't want to stay in people's arms, so I just want to crawl around by myself.

Putting all these thoughts back to the bottom of his heart, he patted his fat back lightly, and then said to the unknown little monk, "Master is going too?"

The monks on the left and right wanted to follow, but they couldn't stop them.

As for letting the other party know about the new address they moved to, it is not an important matter in the face of absolute power.

"Of course."

Nameless didn't say much else.

Naturally, he could see the defense of the people in front of him. He had experienced too much, but he couldn't be fooled by this.

But he didn't explain it. Only when the time comes can people believe what he said.

It didn't take long for the voice to fall, and soon the three of them left here.

There is still a light red spiritual power flowing on the ground according to the trajectory. Only this and the few charred corpses in the formation can prove what happened here just now.

A quarter of an hour passed.

Several demon cultivators in the robes of disciples of the Wanmo sect hurried over.

They had packed up the charred corpses in the formation at an extremely fast speed, and then left in a hurry.

Just like that, two quarters of an hour passed.

The eternal formation that has returned to calm no longer flows any spiritual energy, just like every day in the past.

But in a blink of an eye, layers of formations suddenly formed in the sky above Wanmozong, and the soaring demonic energy and ghostly red spiritual power circulated endlessly in the layers of formations, as if they were all imprisoned by a transparent barrier .

That demonic energy is not the demonic energy that does not belong to the cultivation world like the extraterrestrial demons, but the demonic energy that is condensed by demonic cultivators and gathers all the evil energy and spiritual power.

This is the source of the Wanmo sect passed down from ancient times, and it is their heritage.

Gu Yifei stood on the flying boat with Panlin in his arms.

From a distance, he looked at the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, which was covered with fiendish red, and then gradually disappeared into the formation space and was hidden until there was nothing left but the flat ground.

My heart is full of bitterness, and my eye sockets are also a little hot.

The Wanmo Sect has been rooted here since ancient times, but was forced to relocate under his hands. I don't know how future generations will evaluate him.

But so what?

At least the person survived, and the inheritance survived.

There is still a chance after all.

One day.

The disciples of Wan Mo Sect will come back.

Will come back to open this formation.

Maybe he might be long gone by then.

But it doesn't matter.

As long as the inheritance is not broken and you can return to your hometown, it will be worth it.