Chapter 2520

His face was angry, but there was nothing he could do.

His spirit searched almost one-third of the sky and bone stars, but he didn't find Zhao Yuande's breath at all.

"Did the boy enter the territory of the two old ghosts?" the ancestor of Mohism showed a look of regret on his face. "But although he didn't catch anyone else this time, he also got three and a half step creation immortal treasures from which boy, and two of them are still the best. Each of my three Mohist geniuses happens to have one!"

"I'm afraid the boy named Wuyang has been sent to a certain space now, but as soon as he appears outside, I'll find him for the first time. Maybe I can follow the vine and touch the melon... Hey hey!" the ancestor of the Mo family thought of Wuyang again, and his face showed a color.

Zhao Yuande soon found juechen.

"How's Wuyang?" asked Zhao Yuande.

"He was banned, I can't get rid of it! And his spirit is in a trance, obviously stimulated!" juechen's face is bitter.

"I'd better find a safe place first! I'll try to find a safe place and see if there is any way to untie the prohibition." Zhao Yuande said.

"Where are we going? This day bone city is the old guy's territory!" juechen shook his head. "Unless we go to the territory of the other two overlords, he won't notice the smell of Wuyang."

"Don't worry! I have a treasure. We should be able to isolate his spiritual induction by hiding in it." Zhao Yuande's inner world has many secrets and can't take two people into it. However, chaotic Tu Yuanzhu is a real creation immortal treasure, and the space in it can definitely isolate the induction of the ancestors of the Mo family.

Zhao Yuande took out the chaotic Tu Yuanzhu, sent them into the space, and then returned to the inn.

Seeing that hanyu was still closed, he didn't bother, and he also entered the space of chaotic earth yuan beads.

"Thanks for saving my life, little martial uncle!" Wuyang bowed down quickly when he saw Zhao Yuande.

"Well, we are all disciples of Zhanxian palace. There's no need to say these words!" Zhao Yuande waved his hand. "Tell me how you were caught by the Mohist school!"

"I..." Wuyang said what he had experienced.

It turned out that when he entered Tiangu City, he met a Tiandao family and they had a big war.

As a result, the identity of the outsider was found naturally. No one of the Tiandao clan went to trouble, but he was watched by the Mohist school.

Mohist strongmen wanted to catch him, but he killed several strongmen who stepped into the fourth small step. Finally, Mohist ancestors took him down.

"Different races are indeed United!" Zhao Yuande sighed helplessly, "but we humans... Are greedy!"

"There's no way... Let's stop talking about this. Let's take a look at the prohibition in Wuyang first!" juechen said.

"Hmm!" Zhao Yuande probes Shen's soul into Wuyang.

Soon I found that the sea of blood in Wuyang seemed to be shrouded in an invisible net, and a trace of the power of Qi and blood could not be transmitted.

"This... Seems to be a big net made by the power of God and soul. It can not only block the sea of blood, but also let the ancestors of Mohism feel his position at any time!" Zhao Yuande said.

"Yes! The power of the spirit of this Mohist ancestor has stepped onto the fifth small step. We are too different from him, and there is no way to break it!" juechen said helplessly.

"It's not difficult!" Zhao Yuande's mouth tilted slightly. His spirit is also in this realm. The key is that the spirit net is rootless duckweed, so it's really not difficult to break the spirit net.

"Can you really crack it?" juechen and Wuyang had surprises in their eyes.

"Do I seem to be lying to you?" Zhao Yuande smiled, and the spirit turned into a sharp blade to cut the big net.

Soon the big net was cut into pieces by Zhao Yuande, and Wuyang recovered his cultivation.

"What... The prohibition I put in that boy's body was broken. How could it be?" the ancestor of the Mohist family turned very ugly. "Are those two old things? No... absolutely impossible, they would never be so kind... Who is it?"

"Thank you, little martial uncle!" Wu Yang bowed down again, his face full of gratitude.

"OK! Don't do that!" Zhao Yuande took out a storage ring and threw it to the other party. "These are some treasures I got from killing strong enemies. You can make do with them first!"

"This... This is not good!" Wu Yang's face was embarrassed.

"Hey! It doesn't matter. I'm martial uncle. It's reasonable to give you some treasures!" Zhao Yuande waved his hand.

"Thank you, martial uncle!" Wu Yang nodded and silently wrote down Zhao Yuande's kindness in his heart.

"Now... I'll take you to find the trouble of the Mohist School and recover some interest for the time being!" Zhao Yuande smiled coldly, "we Zhanxian palace people are so easy to bully!"

"What are you going to do?" they heard Zhao Yuande's words, and their eyes lit up at the same time.

"Naturally..." Zhao Yuande's face showed a touch of Sen cold killing machine.

Zhao Yuande walked around the city and soon inquired about the Mohist school.

"You two will listen to my orders, kill into this treasure building and rob the treasure. I'll kill! You must leave here after three breaths!" Zhao Yuande sent a message to the two of chaotic Tu Yuanzhu.

Zhao Yuande looked at the Mohist treasure house in front of him, smiled on his face, and then strode in.

"Young master, what do you want? We have all kinds of treasures and materials here!" a waiter greeted him with a smile.

"Well! Take me to see your elixir. I want the top!" Zhao Yuande held his head high and looked like a nouveau riche.

"Yes! Please come with me!" the waiter soon took Zhao Yuande to the third floor.

"Come out what you can manage! I have a big deal to do with him!" Zhao Yuande glanced at the waiter in front of him and said faintly.

"Yes, young master, wait a minute!" the waiter hurried away.

A burly middle-aged man soon appeared in front of Zhao Yuande with a smile on his face.

Behind the middle-aged man, there was a large group of strong men. Their cultivation was the lowest. They all stepped on the first small step, and two strong men who stepped on the fourth small step followed him closely.

"Young master, I'm Mo Zong, the manager of the Mohist treasure house. You can tell me what big business you want!"

"Oh! What do you think has the final say in this treasure house?" Zhao Yuande looked up and down the other side.

"I has the final say," Mo Zong nodded.

"Well, go to hell!" Zhao Yuande slapped each other.

At present, the qualified Mo zongxiu stepped on the third small step, but in front of Zhao Yuande, he was just a mole ant. Under this sneak attack, the other party was instantly photographed into meat mud.