The leader of the devil's sect, he is so cute

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"This seat is also entrusted by others to be loyal, and I hope the suzerain will understand." Of course, Mo Zicheng knew that it was not that he didn't understand, but deliberately pretended to be stupid to avoid the problem, "Escape is not the solution to the problem. Presumably the suzerain also doesn't want the mere dispute between the two factions to attract the Taoist master himself?"

Ruoye Fenghua was worried that it would be impossible to come, but they didn't know this. After all, Ruoye Fenghua's decisive image was too deeply rooted in the hearts of people in the Taoist sect.Hearing what Mo Zicheng said, Yuan frowned, followed by a long silence.

Mo Zicheng was not someone who waited patiently, but at this moment he was tapping his fingers on the table, waiting for Yuan's answer.

"What if Yuan disagrees?"

Mo Zicheng squinted his eyes and smiled lightly: "You all know who I am. To me, the important thing is the result. As for the process, I don't care. In order to achieve the desired result, This seat will naturally use all means. After all, this seat is really ruthless and true to practice magic arts..." Those rumors in the Jianghu are indeed exaggerated, but some of them are indeed true.

"Yuan is just a question like this." Yuan stopped Mo Zicheng and didn't let him continue talking. Yuan didn't want to listen, so he started the conversation again, "Your Excellency, the leader only knows that you are fighting with other factions, but you know the real truth in this?" why?"

Mo Zicheng leaned on his head and listened to him with great interest. He didn't talk to him and didn't interrupt, but since Yuan said so, then the so-called "war caused by disagreement of ideas" must not be true. If the ideals are different, the distant eyes should at most be disgusted, but the distant eyes are full of hatred.

It seems that there is a story here.

Yuan Yuan pursed his lips, seeming to be trapped in painful memories. After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "My direct disciples and several people in the sect all died at the hands of Xuanzong's people, and the Xuanzong's technique still remains on them. .At first, I just wanted them to find out and hand over the murderer..."

The hatred and helplessness in the eyes, and the paleness on the face, so that he can maintain his rationality and control his emotions, is worthy of being the suzerain of Xuezong, with good endurance.

It is far from going on, but Mo Zicheng has already understood. It is conceivable that Xuezong and Xuanzong's talk has collapsed. Think about it in another way. The patience for negotiation did not kill directly.In this way, there seems to be no problem when the two sides fight.

Normally, there should be no problem.But in the current situation, it is hard to guarantee whether someone is obstructing it.Mo Zicheng lowered his eyes, stood up from his high position and walked away, while he was weighing whether to tell him his concerns.After a moment of contemplation, Mo Zicheng finally opened his mouth, hoping to discuss with him alone, and before he could answer, Mo Zicheng unceremoniously drove the others out.People have to sigh - what a turn-off!

Yuan is not an unreasonable person, what's more, if it is true as Mozicheng speculates, then this time the war was deliberately provoked...not afraid of ten thousand, just in case...Yuan immediately ordered to retreat, in his heart I was still worried about whether the opponent would press on every step of the way. The answer was yes, but it was unsuccessful, because the formation that appeared suddenly separated the two people and accurately "throwed" them back to the place where they should stay.

This is really a personalized formation.

I really want to learn.

Looking at Mozi City from a distance, something seemed to flicker in his eyes.Mo Zicheng shook his head: "If you want to learn this formation, you must first practice magic skills."

Forget it.Yuan moved his eyes away again. Although he was quite interested in this convenient formation, he had no interest in practicing magic skills.

Seeing that Xuanzong didn't move to retreat, Mozicheng couldn't help worrying about Sanxiu.

Yuan noticed Mo Zicheng's expression, could it be...

"Your Excellency, did you have a companion who went to Xuanzong?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense? If not, why am I worrying about it here?" Mozicheng was thinking whether to go or not, and finally decided to go in person, and Xuezong's place, Mozicheng will be zero. I threw it here, in case of accidents, and gave a few more instructions before leaving in a hurry.

At that time, Yuan felt that the rude and arrogant leader of the Demon Cult when we first met was probably... a good person.

"Well, it's good to be a master, at least for the people around you." Ling Yi smiled, thinking how such a person who can express all his emotions and thoughts on his face, became the suzerain.

"Monk, now you are like a bodhisattva crossing the river and you are in danger. You still have the thought to persuade us to stop the war. I really don't know whether to praise you for your compassion or laugh at your stupidity." Looking at the monk with the sword on his neck from a distance.

There was no change on the surface of the three repairs, and it still looked calm.It's not that the Three Cultivators are arrogant, it's that he really doesn't think that these people can catch him, and he has absolute certainty that he can retreat completely, but he can't leave unless he has to.His purpose is to persuade the opponent to truce, not to provoke trouble.

The person in front of him didn't seem to really intend to take the life of the third cultivator, otherwise it would be impossible for him to be just a threat from the third cultivator.Sanxiu looked up at the man, and said: "Mysterious Lord, the poor monk would like to talk to you alone, but I don't know how to allow it?"

The other party thought for a moment, then sent the others out.

Sanxiu took a few steps forward, and asked, "Mysterious Lord, is there something unspeakable?" Only then did Sanxiu see that the Xuanzhu's words did not seem to be from his own intention, and the tone of the words made people unable to catch the loopholes, just But those eyes were deliberately conveying some message to Sanxiu.

"Holy Monk, the truce cannot be controlled by the mysterious person alone. The position of the so-called mysterious master is just a name." When he said this, he sighed.Even if he wants to stop the war, he has more than enough energy, he is just a puppet.

"Xuanzhu is now asking for help from the poor monk?"

He bent down and was very polite: "Yes."

"The poor monk is just asking for a truce. Since this matter is out of your control, then the poor monk naturally has no need to discuss with you." Sanxiu is not interested in their Xuanzong's internal affairs, and has no intention of participating in the affairs of other sects. , In fact, it is not what the three cultivators will always do.

"Holy Monk!" This is his only chance, absolutely...

"Helping you seize power and asking for a truce, this business is too bad. After all, Xuezong has already retreated. Whether you retreat or not, it really doesn't matter much. I don't like doing business at a loss." Mo Zicheng I don't know when he entered here, and the whole person leaned on Sanxiu, and Sanxiu didn't back away, and let him come.

"But, if you can bring benefits to this seat, it's not impossible." Mo Zicheng looked at Sanxiu with a smile, "Little monk, what do you think?"

Sanxiu was silent, but agreed with Mozicheng's approach.

Xuanzhu looked at Mozicheng again, he almost instinctively felt that this smiling person was dangerous: "What... do you want?"