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Two hundred and sixtieth chapters join forces

The two entered the Blood Scythe Gang Hall, and Li Zhen bowed and said, "Fellow Daoist Yumo can take off his black robe. This is the entrance of my Blood Scythe Gang Hall, and I will never reveal the news about the Taoist Daoist."

Mo Yu took back the black robe and his eyes flashed slightly, "Fellow Daoist Li knew my identity and dared to welcome me into the hall. Could it be that he was not afraid of causing trouble to the Blood Scythe Gang?"

"Hmph! Others are afraid of the Qingjiao Gang, but I am not afraid of my Blood Scythe Gang. Even if they know that fellow Taoists are at the entrance of my Blood Scythe Gang!" Li Zhen sneered and quickly said seriously: "Fellow Taoists not only save our lives, but also save great losses for the gang. If there is any need for help, my Blood Scythe Gang will definitely help you!"

Mo Yu nodded and said, "Here, I hope to join forces with your gang to rescue the Qing gang members."

As a first-class gang in the city of Sin, there must be no fewer powerful gangs in the gang, Ruyun's sixth-level cultivators. Even if his combat power is comparable to that of the middle-level war king, he is not sure that he can rescue the Qing Gang monk. If he is not careful, he will probably put himself in danger! Joining the Blood Scythe Gang's action was a decision made by Mo Yu after careful consideration. Some information he noticed from Li Zhen now makes him more confident in this trip!

Li Zhen was shocked and then looked puzzled, "This... this matter is very important, and I have no right to reply to fellow Taoist Yumo, so I can only report to the leader of the gang to make a decision." He hesitated and said, "Friend Taoist first entered the City of Sin, and has nothing to do with the Qing Gang, so why should I take the risk to save them? Besides, this matter involves the Qing Gang. Even if I have the intention to help, it may not be feasible. Fellow Taoist might as well change other requirements."

This person kindly mentioned it. In his opinion, even though Mo Yu had greatly helped the Blood Scythe Gang, he asked the gang leader to tear his face and fight with the Qingjiao Gang regardless of the consequences. There was no possibility at all.

Mo Yu knew what he was thinking, but he didn't explain much, just said: "I'm asking fellow Daoist Li to report it on his behalf. I'll deal with the rest of the matters myself."

Seeing that he was firm in his attitude, Li Zhen sighed and said no more, "So, fellow Taoist Yumo, please follow me."

The two walked through the heavily guarded courtyard several times before they came to Yan Xiao’s place to handle matters.

"Fellow Daoist Yumo is here for a while. Remember not to walk around at will to avoid misunderstandings. I will go in and report immediately!" Li Zhen gave a few instructions and hurried into the yard in front of him.

Mo Yu's eyes swept around. There was no sign of people on the surface, but when he came here, several powerful auras locked him faintly, obviously a guard hidden in the dark! If he had any abnormal movement, he would be afraid that he would be attacked by a thunder!

Li Zhen left for a long time and returned for a long time. His face was a little solemn, "Fellow Daoist Yumo, the gang leader invites you in." He wanted to say something else, but opened his mouth and said nothing more.

Mo Yu thought about it and nodded and walked into the courtyard with him. At the moment of entering, a faint fluctuation of the forbidden array could not be hidden from his senses. It was obviously to prevent outsiders from exploring the secrets and have certain defensive effects. There was a quarrel in the hall, and when they noticed their arrival, they quickly calmed down.

Li Zhen entered the hall first, lowered his head and stepped aside. Obviously, there was no room for him to speak here.

Mo Yu walked in with his head held high, and several oppressive eyes gathered, scrutinizing, indifferent, mocking, etc. His expression remained unchanged, and he bowed and said, "Yu Mo has seen fellow Taoist Yan Xiao!" His voice was calm and not too respectful. What he held was actually a flat courtesy! Such a move was to admit that he was qualified to be on par with Yan Xiao!

"Rare!" The first old man in a robe in a black background and white pattern on the left side of the hall slapped up, staring at Mo Yu in a low voice, and said angrily: "Even if you have helped me, how dare you be so rude to my gang leader!"

He turned around and bowed, "Gang Master! This person's request is too rude. My Blood Scythe Gang has always been committed to the purpose of not fighting with each gang to develop to the current situation. How can I get into the Qingjiao Gang because of this? I will never agree with this matter!"

The other senior executives of the Blood Scythe Gang in the hall did not speak, but their brows also frowned, as if their eyes were even more cold!

But at this moment, Mo Yu suddenly raised his head and looked at the old man who spoke, and said in a cold voice: "I talk to fellow Taoist Yan Xiao, how can you be qualified to interrupt!" Before the voice fell, the powerful aura that was comparable to the middle level of the War King broke through his body, and the mighty pressure filled the entire space!

The elder of the Blood Scythe Gang instantly turned pale. He felt that he was firmly locked by the aura of the strong man in the War King. Any movement would usher in a terrifying kill! His body was stiff and he didn't dare to move at all!

Yan Xiao was wearing a luxurious purple robe. His face changed drastically at this moment, and he said anxiously: "Fellow Daoist Yumo, don't be angry, Elder Du Lin is definitely not intending to offend!"

Mo Yu swept across the white bloody sickle on both sides to help the senior monks, "I think we should be able to have a good talk now."

The terrifying pressure of the space slowly dissipated. Li Zhen felt his chest relax and he gasped. His robe was already wet with cold sweat. The afterglow fell on the upright figure in the hall, and endless waves of storms were stirred in his heart!

King of War! His true cultivation is actually a strong man at the King of War!

Seeing Mo Yu restrain his breath, Yan Xiao felt relieved and bowed, "I don't know if fellow Taoist Yu Mo's true cultivation is true. If there is any rudeness before, please don't blame me."

He paused, his eyes swept down below, "You all go down, today's affairs are strictly kept confidential, and you must not reveal any rumors!"

Du Lin looked at Mo Yu with lingering fear, saluted several elders, turned around and left in a hurry. The other monks of the Blood Scythe Gang said that he was embarrassed and unwilling to stay for a long time, and no one was suspicious of this.

When the people in the hall retreated, Mo Yu and Yan Xiao took a seat after seeing each other again. A maid came to serve incense tea. Yan Xiao reached out to signal Mo Yu to use it, and lowered his head to drink tea. For a moment, the hall became quiet.

Mo Yu was not in a hurry, his eyes drooped slightly, making people unable to see the thoughts in his heart.

After a moment, the quietness was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Yan Zhaowen strode in and said respectfully: "Father, my son heard that a distinguished guest came from the gang, and came to pay homage!" He turned around and looked at Mo Yu, his eyes couldn't help but widen slightly, and he said in surprise: "It's senior!"

Yan Xiao frowned slightly, "Zhaowen, do you recognize fellow Taoist Yumo?"

Yan Zhaowen said excitedly: "Did my father forget that the last time I was intercepted and killed by the Tiger Gang on my way back when I was escorting goods. It was Senior Meng Yumo who helped me save his life, otherwise my son would have died long ago!"

He turned to Mo Yu and bowed deeply, "At that time, seniors came and went in a hurry, and I felt so guilty when I couldn't express my gratitude. I feel good about this goodbye, so please give me this opportunity!"

Yan Xiao forced his expression to remain calm with his strong self-control, but his heart was already shocked! The interception of the Tiger Gang almost destroyed his most valued son. How could Yan Xiao forget it? But if he had not remembered it wrongly, what Zhao Wen said at that time was a physical body and his soul was in the fifth level cultivator!

In just under a year, Yu Mo's physical cultivation has broken through to the middle level of the War King! Then what is his soul cultivation level at present?

Yan Xiao took a breath slowly, suppressed his mood and bowed, "It turns out that the one who saved the dog son was also fellow Taoist Yumo. In this way, my Blood Scythe Gang has already owed two great favors to fellow Taoist! For common sense, my Blood Scythe Gang asked for something, and my Blood Scythe Gang was obliged to do so, but the Qing Gang monks would have to be enemies with the Qing Jiao Gang. This matter involves the interests of the entire gang. Even as the leader of the gang, I cannot abolish the public for personal gain."

Seeing that he finally mentioned this, Mo Yu smiled slightly, took out a Qingjiao Gang's guardian token with his backhand and placed it on the table. "This thing is obtained from the storage ring of a spiritual infant realm monk among the monks in the caravan of Guigang's caravan several months ago. I think fellow Taoist Yan Xiao should know what it is."

Looking at Yan Zhaowen on the side, he moved his mind and continued, "If you guessed well, the young master was intercepted by the Tiger Gang, I am afraid that this matter was secretly instructed by the Qingjiao Gang. The other party took action one after another, and the unfavorable intention of the Blood Scythe Gang was obvious. I will join forces with fellow Taoist Yan Xiao. First, I will help me save the Qingjiao Gang monks, and second, I will also help fellow Taoist Yan Xiao shock the Qingjiao Gang and weaken its spirit! This matter will be beneficial, so please consider it carefully."

Yan Zhaowen's eyes flashed slightly and bowed, "Father, my son told you that Senior Yu Mo not only has a high level of cultivation, but also has an extremely intelligent mind. You cannot get an advantage from Senior Yu Mo. Why not just start discussing the matter."

"The Qingjiao Gang has been eyeing my Blood Scythe Gang for a long time. Now with the help of Senior Yumo, we just take this opportunity to teach them a lesson and let all forces in the City of Sin know that my Blood Scythe Gang is not a soft persimmon that can be controlled by others!"

Yan Xiao smiled "haha" and stepped down, saying, "Since that's the case, I don't want fellow Taoist Yumo to owe me a favor to the Blood Scythe Gang! The leader of the gang agreed to this matter!"

Speaking of this, he paused and said, "But before taking action against the Qingjiao Gang, I would like to invite fellow Taoists to join my Blood Scythe Gang as the Supreme Envoy! Please rest assured fellow Taoists Yumo, the Supreme Envoy is just a false position, and you don't have to pay attention to the things in the gang on weekdays. As long as you can help me when my Blood Scythe Gang is alive. Of course, if the situation is irreversible, fellow Taoists can also choose to leave the matter and be completely unrestrained!"

Mo Yu pondered for a moment, and confirmed that this matter was not harmful to him, so he nodded and responded.

Yan Xiao was overjoyed and took out a piece of pure gold token to hand it into his hands. "This is the Supreme Consecration Order. Fellow Daoist Yumo should keep it and don't lose it. With this order, you can withdraw a thousand top-grade treasure crystals from the gang every year as your salary. In addition, if fellow Daoist has trivial things to do, you can directly mobilize any gang members below the elder level to help."

Seeing that Mo Yu had put away the token, he nodded with satisfaction and continued, "Now that fellow Taoist Yumo has become the worship of my Blood Scythe Gang, I opened my mouth and said nothing more. There are five sixth-level cultivators in the Qingjiao Gang. One of the spirit king Chu Zhu Changwei has died at the hands of fellow Taoists. The remaining four are the strongest of the leader of the Qingjiao Gang, and the peak level of the middle-level war king. The other three elders, one intermediate-level spirit king, and two first-level war kings."
Chapter completed!
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