Fate of the Immortals and Demons

"Is this where it turns out to be?"

However, in reality, no matter how big the Karagan Desert is, it cannot withstand Mo Hei's three-day search.

Mo Hei had been here a day ago, but how could he have imagined that the Wuji Temple was actually in this sandstorm that covered the sky?

From this, it can be seen that Mo Hei is still too short-sighted, and his attainments in formation need to be improved, otherwise he would ignore even such a simple point.

He followed all the way with Xue Qing leading the way. As soon as Xue Qing opened the sandstorm protection formation, Mo Hei took the lead and flew in on his sword.

"It's you!?"

As soon as Mo Hei flew in first, Xue Qing's face turned pale and she screamed in surprise.

"You'd better bring some people to support us!"

Mo Hei's tone was cold. He had no interest in this woman who had already lost her virginity, and it was rare for him to give her a kind reminder.

"What support?"

Xue Qing heard it but didn't take it in at first. She just ignored it as wind in her ears because she was filled with resentment towards this ugly young man in her heart.

"Where did this ugly freak come from? How dare you break into my Wuji Temple?"

"Hurry up and surrender, or I'll make sure you, this ugly bastard, die without a burial place!"

"This ugly monster must be one of those demons and monsters that emerged from the sea. Let's kill them together!"

"..."

Because Mo Hei blatantly broke into Wuji Temple, all the disciples of Wuji Temple attacked him and shouted for his death.

"If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

Although Mo Hei has been patient and restrained himself, he is not someone to be trifled with.

"It's this ugly thug who's so vicious. He hurt Maomao, as well as Senior Brother Ziyan and his group. Quickly capture him."

Xue Qing was not busy treating Zi Yan and the others at this moment. Instead, she was extremely jealous of her enemies and chased after Mo Hei.

Fortunately, Mo Hei was only thinking about finding Xing'er and Yue'er at the moment, and did not start a massacre. Instead, he relied on his flying sword skills to search the Wuji Temple.

Mo Hei entered the Wuji Temple as if there was no one there. He used his spiritual sense to explore the entire Wuji Temple, just to find Xing'er and Yue'er and take them away.

This is also advantageous because only the disciples of Wuji Temple were conducting the pursuit on the ground, and although the senior figures of Wuji Temple were alarmed, no one took action.

And from Mo Hei's perspective, this Wuji Temple was exactly the same as the last time Caidie came.

Looking at the Wuji Temple, which is based on the Bagua diagram, its diameter is about 100 miles, and a crystal clear stream winds through its middle.

On one side of the stream there are green trees and colorful flowers; on the other side there are rugged rocks and desolate scenery. The contrast between the withered and flourishing areas complements each other.

"found it."

After several chases, Mo Hei finally found it with the help of his spiritual sense.

However, Xing'er and Yue'er were actually separated from each other.

Yue'er was living in a thatched hut shaded by green trees, which could barely shelter her from the wind and rain.

Xing'er lived alone in a very simple stone house surrounded by strange rocks and with wind blowing in from all sides.

"Xiyue, you and Xiyao, are you still unwilling to follow me? Ziheng of the Kunxu Sect is about to succeed him as the Sect Leader. It's a blessing for both of you that he's taken a liking to you. Why are you so stubborn?"

After using Mo Hei's spiritual sense to investigate, he recognized the woman as the middle-aged woman who had broken into the Chashan Manor.

"roll!"

Mo Hei, who flew over, heard and saw everything, and shouted angrily. He really wanted to kill this woman and the Wuji Temple without leaving a single person alive.

"Squeak!"

Just at this moment, the door of this extremely simple thatched hut was suddenly opened.

Immediately afterwards, a graceful figure flew into Mo Hei's arms, who had not yet come to his senses, and burst into tears, sorrowful and unable to speak.

"Yue'er, I'm sorry, I'm late. Let's go pick up Xing'er."

Mo Hei's heart trembled when he saw Yue'er hugging him tightly and crying.

It turned out that during these sixteen years, we had eaten and slept together, and grew up together day and night. It was obvious that Yue'er couldn't help but fall deeply in love with him.

Before the middle-aged woman could react and shout, Mo Hei had already carried Yue'er in his arms and flew straight towards the simple stone house where Xing'er was.

"Xiyao, can you bear to watch your grandfather, who is now old and about to pass away, die with regrets? Your grandfather's greatest wish is for you and Xiyue to have a good ending. Don't you understand your grandfather's good intentions at all?"

Coincidentally, the middle-aged man who had gone to the Chashan residence with Xiyao was also standing outside the stone gate, trying to persuade Xiyao to change her mind.

"roll!"

Mo Hei was furious. Why did he force her into marriage and even use the emotional card? Didn't he know that they had already lost their virginity and were already taken?

"Woooooooo..."

However, just as Mo Hei, holding Yue'er in his arms, stepped outside the stone house, he shouted angrily.

Xing'er burst into tears and flew into Mo Hei's arms, crying non-stop.

This is no wonder, Xing'er and Yue'er were born without the ability to speak or talk, and the most intuitive way they can express their emotions is through crying and laughing.

"It's you!?"

The middle-aged man looked Mo Hei up and down for a long time, and finally recognized him. He was the ugly young man who was taken away by the fairy in the tea mountain house that day.

"Uncle Jin Yuan, this man was the one who committed the crime, injuring Maomao and the others, and even cutting off Brother Ziyan's left arm."

At this moment, Xue Qing brought hundreds of disciples from Wuji Temple and attacked aggressively.

The disciples of Wuji Temple who came to hunt him down were even more jealous, because this ugly young man was so lucky to have two silent goddesses in his arms.

"You even dare to bully my black woman. Don't you want to live?"

Mo Hei was faintly angry, his pair of sparkling star-like eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his cold eyes seemed as if he was looking at a pile of dead people.

If it weren't for Die'er's influence, Mo Hei would have taken action and killed everyone in the area.

The middle-aged man who was called Master Jin Yuan was angry, but when he thought about the fact that this ugly young man had a fairy behind him, he was quite apprehensive. He bowed and apologized with a smile, saying:

"My friend, you are too kind. I can see that Xiyue and Xiyao have deep affection for you. This is naturally a blessing for them."

As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person. Although Mo Hei was angry, he would not act rashly and kill innocent people because he was under the discipline of Cai Die.

If these people dare to attack me, then they are really tired of living and are seeking their own death.

"Xing'er, Yue'er, let's go."

Mo Hei watched it all. If these people dared to stop him without caring about their own life, he would have to fight his way out.

Even if Dier knew about it, she would never blame herself.

But Xing'er and Yue'er held Mo Hei's arms tightly and shook their heads desperately.

But seeing them crying so beautifully, Mo Hei's heart softened. Moreover, he had grown up with them by eating, sleeping and sleeping together for sixteen years, so he understood and asked:

"You two can't bear to leave here and don't want to go with me?"

When Xing'er and Yue'er heard this, they hugged Mo Hei's arms tightly on their left and right, shaking their heads.

He pulled Mo Hei's arm and wanted to take him to a place, or rather, to take Mo Hei to see someone.

Mo Hei smiled helplessly, feeling extremely pity in his heart, and just let them be taken away by the two of them, one on each side.

Although the living environment they lived in was relatively poor, their clothes were bright and neat, their bodies smelled fragrant, and their mental state was very good. They did not look pale and thin or malnourished.

It seems that the Wuji Temple did not treat them harshly in terms of food and clothing, but the accommodation conditions made Mo Hei intrigued.

I guess he wanted to force them to submit!

If Mo Hei saw Xing'er and Yue'er, they would be dressed in rags, with unkempt hair and dirty faces, and they would be as skinny as beggars.

Mo Hei would undoubtedly be furious and slaughter all the people of Wuji Temple. Even those Zi Yan and the others who had let him go would be torn into pieces again to vent his hatred.

"Xueqing, quickly take your fellow disciples and go rescue Ziyan and the others! I'll be watching over here."

The middle-aged man called Uncle Jin Yuan saw this but did not stop it, perhaps because of the fairy. While he was talking, he brought several disciples of the sect to follow Mo Hei to accompany him.

"Yes."

Xue Qing had no choice but to nod in agreement and went to provide treatment with dozens of fellow disciples.

It is true that a long separation is better than a new marriage. Xing'er and Yue'er are like little birds relying on each other.

It’s a pity that they couldn’t speak and could only hold Mo Hei’s arms tightly, fearing that Mo Hei would disappear if they let go.

"Cough cough..."

With Xing'er and Yue'er leading the way, they walked past a water pavilion and, while exploring with Mo Hei's spiritual sense, arrived at a small courtyard.

In a small house in this courtyard, an old man was lying on a bed. He looked very old and frail, and coughed from time to time.

Mo He vaguely remembered this old man, who had once entered the Chashan house.

But why did he become seriously ill? This did not make Mo Hei suspicious.

"Bang bang bang!"

When Xing'er and Yue'er walked straight into the courtyard with Mo Hei in their hands, they came to the door and knocked gently.

"But are Yue'er and Yao'er? The door is not locked, come in!"

The old man seemed to sense something, and spoke slowly with a kind tone.

"Squeak!"

As the door opened, Xing'er and Yue'er, holding Mo Hei's hand on each side, walked straight into the room.

"Ahem...what? It's...you...that fairy is here too?"

When the old man saw Mo Hei, he was so frightened that he coughed and struggled to sit up. His face showed surprise and joy, and he asked hesitantly.

Xing'er and Yue'er hurriedly pulled Mo Hei and walked forward quickly. They both reached out their hands to help the old man sit up, with tears in their eyes, as if saying goodbye silently.

This was because the old man truly loved Xiyao and Xiyue, and was especially afraid that after his death, these two mute twin sisters would be left alone, helpless, and bullied by no one to take care of them.