Chapter 217 This Order Is a Fraud

Looking at the blood arrow that disappeared quickly, Mo Qingkuang smiled: "It's so easy to fool, and I don't have to do it."

"Kongkong may be in trouble this time, we have to be careful." Mo Fan nodded, Mo Qingkuang's handling was still very good.

After all, King Taishan is young, and he can believe Mo Qingkuang's poor acting skills.

However, Senluo Temple has always been very secretive. Except for themselves, no one knows their true identity.

So King Taishan couldn't help but be suspicious. Mo Qingkuang didn't say much, but deliberately guided King Taishan's thoughts, and he made up a story that was enough to convince himself.

That's why he risked his life before he died, and he didn't hesitate to self-destruct to send a message to inform the organization that someone was targeting him.

In this way, with the strength of Senluo Temple, Kongkong will be dug out soon, and then he will face endless revenge from Senluo Temple.

Of course, Mo Qingkuang was not much better. After all, King Taishan died in his hands, and the rule of Senluo Palace was that once the commission was accepted, even if everyone died, the task had to be completed.

Therefore, Mo Qingkuang had to die, and the pressure he would face next would not be half as weak as Kong Kong.

Raising his hand, Mo Qingkuang took King Taishan's Sumeru Ring from the blood stains, used his true energy to wipe off the blood stains on it, and asked Mo Fan to help erase the soul mark on it.

He sank into his mind and looked inside, and for a moment he was deeply shocked.

This Sumeru Ring had more than ten cubic meters of space, and all kinds of rare medicines, skills, spirit stones and other treasures were piled up there like garbage.

You know, King Taishan was just a grandmaster.

Mo Qingkuang couldn't help but sigh, it was really a gold belt for killing and arson. The wealth of these killers was more than the entire savings of his Mo family that had been passed down for hundreds of years.

After a rough visual inspection, Mo Qingkuang knew that he had made a fortune this time. There were nearly a hundred precious herbs above the fourth grade, seven or eight high-grade spirit stones, hundreds of medium-grade spirit stones, and countless low-grade spirit stones, at least 300,000 or more.

There were also those messy skills and martial arts, the lowest of which were high-level Xuan-grade. They must have been looted by King Taishan from the bodies of those who killed the targets. The inferior ones were probably thrown away.

Among them, the heaven-grade skill "Zomb Grudge Secret", the low-level heaven-grade martial arts "Cloud Piercing Arrow" and the earth-grade martial arts "Shadow Chasing Arrow" were the most precious of these skills.

There was also a basic skill, "Archery Hundred Solutions", the pages of which had turned yellow, which was obviously due to frequent reading.

These should have been practiced by King Taishan himself.

Of course, the most valuable thing was the Xumi Ring with a space of ten cubic meters, which was much stronger than the one Zheng Tao gave to Mo Qingkuang.

Mo Qingkuang happily transferred his belongings to the new Xumi Ring, and saw that there was still a lot of space in it, so he smiled happily.

Putting the longbow and quiver in his hand into the Xumi Ring, Mo Qingkuang stopped for a moment and began to let Mo Fan disguise himself.

He didn't know archery, and even if he wanted to learn it now, he didn't have much time for the time being, so he had to give up.

However, thinking about the attack method of King Taishan just now, Mo Qingkuang thought that this way of fighting with a bow and arrow seemed to be very suitable for him.

He could harass from several miles away, and at the same time, he could guarantee his safety to the greatest extent by firing a shot and changing places through the powerful speed of the wind attribute.

Moreover, the acceleration effect of the wind attribute and the sharpness second only to the gold attribute can also add a lot of damage to the arrow.

Just thinking about it, Mo Qingkuang fell in love with this martial art and decided to find time to practice it well.

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While Mo Qingkuang was disguising himself, the blood arrow that King Taishan had fired at the cost of his life flew across thousands of miles and rushed into this hidden valley.

This looked like an ordinary valley, but in fact, there was an extremely gloomy underground palace in the special entrance at the bottom of the slope.

People didn't know that this underground palace was the Senluo Palace!

The oil lamps in the palace flickered with green ghost lights, and the entire palace was immersed in a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.

There were two rows of ten thrones in the palace, and nine of them were occupied at this moment. Only the seventh throne was empty.

These nine people each carried a black robe on their backs, and the cloak covered their entire bodies, making it difficult to see their faces.

"Boss! What's the matter with calling us together temporarily? Is there a new mission?" The tenth one, a childish voice asked.

An old and hoarse voice slowly sounded from the first place: "King Taishan, failed."

"King Taishan failed?" Everyone was shocked.

"The target of his assassination this time was only a first-grade master! Because he was a spirit, we specially arranged for him to go. How could he fail? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" King Yama's rough voice was full of disbelief.

"Yes, it's impossible. King Taishan is an eighth-grade grandmaster. Not to mention a first-grade grandmaster, there is no opponent even at the grandmaster level! I don't believe it!" The eighth city king also questioned.

Originally, he should have been the one to execute the goal of the grandmaster level, but because Mo Qingkuang was a spirit, everyone decided to let King Taishan execute the task instead of him to ensure that everything was safe.

For this reason, he complained for a long time, wanting to prove that even if it was a spirit, he could win the battle and complete the task perfectly.

But he didn't expect that King Qin Guang would actually summon them to announce such information.

After a long silence, King Qin Guang raised his hand and took out an oil lamp. This was the life lamp of the Ten Yama Kings. If it fell, the flame burning inside the lampshade would go out.

Now, this life lamp only had a lamp furnace, and the flame inside had gone out. Everyone could recognize that this was the life lamp of King Taishan.

The scene was quiet for a moment, and King Yama said again: "This is the first time our Senluo Palace has failed. I will go there in person! The revenge of Lao Qi must be avenged, and the reputation of Senluo Palace cannot be lost."

After all, he was a killer, and his blood was cold. In just a moment, he calmed down, accepted the facts, and began to look for a remedy.

King Qin Guang nodded: "Don't rush to decide on this matter, you can take a look at this first."

As he said, he took out a blood arrow made of coagulated blood: "This is the information that Lao Qi sent out before he died without hesitation."

He snapped his fingers, and a dark green flame ignited from his fingertips and placed it under the blood arrow that King Taishan sent back at the risk of his life.

As the strangely jumping green fire continued to burn, the blood arrow began to change, slowly floating into the air, emitting a bright red light.

Slowly, the blood arrow began to melt, twist, and deform.

Finally, four words were formed in the air: "This order is a fraud."