Chapter 702

Blood bat king was blown up the moment, the road of black fog, instantly flew out, flash away, disappeared without a trace.

Jody was so angry that he yelled, "chase..."

Without hesitation, Alex flashes his wings and takes bat king out of the manor.

Maybe in the field of magicians, Jody has nothing to do with it. Before he came, he already knew the ending, but he never thought that he would be fooled by Edith.

At the moment when the flying beast of the blood clan chased out, the hall was bright again, but many people were missing in the hall. In addition to Jody, there were Chen Gongpeng's Snow Wolf commandos.

Chen Gongpeng glanced at the hall with an area of several hundred square meters. A corpse had no sign of life. He sighed, looked at Jody with some guilt, and said, "Jody, I'm sorry. If I had just shot Edith, maybe this would not have happened..."

"Chen, don't say that. Even if you shoot, you can't hurt him. It's all expected..." Jody walked up to Chen Gongpeng, patted him on the shoulder and said with a faint smile.

"Shall we go on as planned?" Chen Gongpeng frowned and asked.

"Of course, his Majesty the blood emperor has long expected that we are not the opponent of this old man. He asked us to continue to trace the traces of Shamanism and launch a campaign of encirclement and suppression of Shamanism in affected areas. As long as we see the Shamanism, we will kill them immediately and leave none of them behind..."

"Well!" Chen Gongpeng nodded. He also understood the purpose of this move. Even if he didn't defeat the Shamanist masters, he couldn't show weakness to them. The purpose of doing this is to tell those who are hostile to him to weigh their weight and whether they have the strength to confront him.

In the underworld, everyone knows that fighting against the government is a suicide. Don't ask if there is a Chinese military backstage in China, a Snow Wolf Commando and a fake Prince William in Italy. No matter which side of the power, people in the underworld have to think about whether they can eat this food.

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At the same time, mojialing held a meeting to select the clan leader.

As Mo Tianhu expected, most people agree that Mo Tianlong should be the head of mojialing.

"I agree... Ah long was originally the head of mojialing's clan... What else? It's him... "

"Yes, at that time, he was the candidate strongly recommended by the old patriarch... No one else has the ability... I also agree with him..."

"Shut up At this time, a middle-aged man suddenly stood up, glared at Mo angrily and said, "how many people did his son kill me in mojialing? Have you ever thought about it? My father died in his hands... I can't agree that the father and son will stay in mojialing, let alone let him be the head of the clan... "

"Well said!" After someone came out to sing the opposite tune, someone immediately joined in. In the crowd, an old woman slowly pushed aside the crowd, walked up to the people, and said with a cold smile, "leave their father and son in mojialing. You are making fun of the Xing life of all the villagers in mojialing... If we don't ask about killing again, how can we deal with it? I don't agree... They should be driven out of mojialing... "

Mo Wen frowned and looked carefully. The people in front of him were all the families of the people who had died in his hands.

As the saying goes, killing their father and husband is not the same. Don't ask if you have killed their relatives. If Mo Tianlong wants to be the head of the clan, it will naturally arouse strong opposition from these people.

Mo Wen and his father Mo Tianlong looked at each other and immediately stood up. With a faint smile, he looked at the people in front of him and asked with a smile, "what was the situation at the beginning? I think everyone present should have seen it. In order to save my father, they were aggressive to b people... If I didn't work hard at that time, then I was the one who died..."

"Don't tell me the truth here. It's true that you killed people..."

"That's to say, you have to give us an account today."

"Ha ha!" Don't ask ha ha a smile, looking at several people in front of emotional appearance, said with a smile: "so, if I don't give you an account today, you won't let me go?"

"Nonsense, the Revenge of killing my father is not the same. I know you are good at martial arts. I'm not your opponent, but... Even if you fight for my life, you have to avenge your father..."

"Revenge... Revenge..." the middle-aged man's words immediately aroused the resonance of the families of the dead, and the cries of hatred resounded through the sky.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if I bring your father and husband back to life today... Will you be able to put down this hatred?"

"This... How is this possible?" As soon as Mo Wen's words were finished, everyone was shocked. Some people even thought that Mo Wen was fooling them, so they quickly used language to satirize Mo Wen.

"Don't ask, don't fool us. How can a dead man come back to life? Do you think we're three years old? "

"That's right. If you can really revive the dead today, I'll set up a memorial tablet for you at home and pray for you every day... As a God..."

"I think this guy is crazy. He can say that... Hey, I really want to treat our people in mojialing as fools... Don't believe him..."

"Fellow villagers, it was really wrong for me to kill them at the beginning, but you can see the situation at the beginning. After they were killed by me, I told my second uncle... To keep the bodies of these dead as much as possible..."

"Not bad..." as soon as Mo Wen finished, Mo Tianhu stood up and yelled to the villagers and elders in front of him: "villagers, I'm not saying good things for mosquitoes. When mosquitoes left mojialing, I didn't bury these bodies. They are all kept in the ice cave now, and there is not a hair missing... Don't be impatient, Listen to mosquito go on... Since he said that he could revive the dead, why don't you believe him once? You can go to the ice cave together... Take out the corpse and let the mosquito have a try... If he can't bring the dead back to life, you should take revenge. I have no opinion... "

Mo Tianhu's words spread to everyone's ears, suddenly like a calm lake, aroused a thousand waves.

Under the sound of discussion, Mo Tianlong felt guilty. He pulled his arm and whispered in his ear: "mosquito, you are crazy... If you can't do it, you and I can't stay in mojialing..."

"Hey, hey!" Mo Wen grinned and responded to his father in a low voice: "Dad, just put your heart in your stomach. If you don't have that unique skill, can I boast so much? You just wait to see a good play, and wait for them to worship you as a god father... "

"Screw you, what God Dad... Don't talk nonsense. These are all your villagers. They make a joke. Do you really treat yourself as an immortal?" Mo Tianlong's eyes glared and scolded jokingly. However, when he heard Mo Wen's words, his heart became more steadfast. He knew that in the past 20 years, what Mo Wen had learned was absolutely beyond his imagination. Maybe this boy could really bring the dead back to life, and he could not help looking forward to it.

"Good..." I don't know who called "good" in the crowd. The family members of the dead also nodded. The old woman seemed to be the representative of the family members of the dead. She stood up and cried: "in this case... We will believe him once. If we can't revive the dead... Mo Tianlong and his son, We must drive them out of mojialing... We will never allow them to stay in mojialing... Hum... "

After that, Mo Wen didn't respond. Instead, he nodded to Mo Tianhu and took the villagers to the ice cave.

Cold ice cave is a place for cold b people. It has always been a holy land for practitioners. Only those who break through the holy land can endure the cold, so no one has been here.

In the past 100 years, no one has ever broken through the holy land of mojialing, so it has always been managed by Mo Tianhu.

Hanbing cave is a cave at the bottom of the right side of repentance valley. There is no sunshine all the year round. At the place tens of meters away from the cave entrance, you can feel a burst of cold. All the villagers come to the bottom of the valley, tens of meters away from Hanbing cave, and no one dares to get close. Only Mo Wen and Mo Tianhu enter the cave and lift the body out.

After several corpses are carried out, Mo Wen and Mo Tianhu are already shivering with cold. If they didn't use shengyuanli to keep out the cold, they would have become popsicles.

However, at the moment when they carried out the corpse, someone suddenly saw that a corpse shattered by Mo Wen was put together. Everyone was shocked, but only curiosity and expectation were left in their hearts.

There was no one to disturb Mo Wen. He bit open his fingers, dropped his blood into each corpse, took out a green bead from his body, and then sat cross legged beside these corpses.

About a few minutes later, the green bead suddenly circled on Mo Wen's forehead, flashing with green light.

Before long, a wound on a corpse instantly healed.

All the villagers in mojialing were stunned by such a magical scene.

How did he do it?

Can he really bring the dead back to life?

All people have such questions in their hearts, but no one dares to disturb Mo Wen. They stare at the changes in front of Mo Wen, as if they are afraid that they will miss the wonderful play in the blink of an eye.

While everyone was staring at Mo Wen, there was an old monk standing on a rock right above the ice cave. He was no one else but old monk Jinghui.

Old monk Jinghui was also looking at Mo Wen. His face showed a trace of satisfaction. He murmured to himself, "boy, you are right... There is only so much I can do for you..."

With that, old monk Jinghui flew to the top of the valley like an immortal, and disappeared without a trace

It's true that the splicing of the broken corpses is the credit of the old monk.

At this time, the green bead suddenly spins rapidly, and the speed is faster and faster

In this rapid rotation, a dazzling green light suddenly fell from the sky, covering Mo Wen and the bodies on the spot.

The villagers on the outside couldn't see what was going on inside.