Chapter 895
How could this be so? The cultivator was puzzled, and reached out to put his hand under the craftsman's nose.
There is no feeling of air blowing on the fingers, which proves that the craftsman is not breathing.
His heart skipped a beat, and then he pressed his fingers to the craftsman's neck to check his pulse.
There was also no beating sensation from the fingers, which proved that there was no pulse, and the craftsman was dead.
The cultivator was so frightened that he stood up from the ground and looked at Mo Junrong vigilantly.
Another practitioner next to him noticed that his companion was behaving abnormally, and asked in a daze of drunkenness, "What's the matter, why are you so excited, there's still a lot of wine."
"Be sober, these craftsmen are not drunk, they are dead! Do you understand that they are all dead!"
When the cultivator next to him heard it, he frowned and knelt down to turn over the craftsman, and touched the craftsman's neck to find his pulse.
Afterwards, his whole body shook, his drunkenness was completely frightened away, he stood up instantly and drew out his weapon to point at Mo Junrong.
"Who are you? What are you doing to kill these craftsmen? Did you drug your wine?"
Faced with a series of questions, Mo Junrong slowly put the glazed cup back into the box, then nodded and admitted: "Yes, I put medicine in the wine, and it was highly poisonous.
These artisans walked peacefully and would not know the cause of their death, but you are different, you will know. "
Hearing the last half of Mo Junrong's words, the faces of the two practitioners immediately turned pale. They also drank a lot of fruit wine just now, so they must have been tricked.
One of them glanced at the glazed cup and jar thrown on the ground, and asked loudly, "You drank this fruit wine just now, why didn't you get poisoned?"
"Hahaha, why didn't I get poisoned? It seems that you don't know what medicine you have been poisoned by."
Mo Junrong took out a folding fan and shook it leisurely: "This fruit wine is mixed with bitter orchids, and with the help of the intoxicating taste of the wine, the numbness of the bitter orchids is covered up.
The glass cups of the two of you are smeared with air-locking dew. After pouring fruit wine, the air-locking dew is activated. Once you drink it, it will lock the energy of your whole body for a short time. "
What, it turned out to be a poison that locks energy, and the two practitioners practiced immediately after hearing this.
But the qi in the body seems to be completely non-existent, no matter whether there is any response to the urging, the dantian and the sea of qi are silent.
The two of them kept posing in various poses, trying to use their movements to let the energy in their bodies bounce.
But until the cheeks flushed, the meridians were still empty.
Smiling and watching the two practitioners working hard, Mo Junrong said: "I advise you to give up your mind, the medicinal effect of Locking Qi Condensation is overbearing, and even people in the qi brilliance state can lock the energy.
With the two of you in the Qi Condensation Realm, hahaha! "
"mean!"
"Shameless villain!"
"Even if I die, I won't let you go!"
"Just wait, someone will kill you sooner or later!"
"You will not end well!"
The two practitioners cursed loudly, but Mo Junrong still had a smile on his face, and he didn't care about the verbal attacks of the two: "Go ahead and scold you, if you don't scold you, you won't have a chance."
After the words fell, the folding fan in Mo Junrong's hand suddenly closed, and a clear killing intent flashed in his eyes.
The soft sound of the folding fans closing was like the bell of death in the ears of the two cultivators. Their faces were filled with despair immediately, and the weapons in their hands could not help but hang down.
Unable to use any energy, they were as vulnerable as ants facing another cultivator.
Before they could sigh and regret, two golden-red vigorous rays of light flashed across the air, and then two heads flew up from the remnant body and fell to the ground.
Mo Junrong directly used the power of the gods to release the sword light with the power of heaven and earth.
Among them, when the blazing flame power cut off the opponent's neck, it scorched the blood vessels and sealed the wound to prevent the blood from gushing out.
In this way, no blood will be left on the ground, and Zheng Qiu's parents will be settled here later, and they will not be aware that someone died on the lawn at the door.
Mo Junrong cleaned up the glazed cups and wine jars, and then removed the twenty-two corpses one by one.
Throw it into the forest and bury it.
Then he tidied up his appearance and got rid of the smell of alcohol on his body, and then went to the town to pick up Zheng Qiu's parents.
"Second elder, this is the residence that Zheng Qiu arranged for you, everything is brand new.
Afterwards, I will send someone to serve the two of you. If you need anything, just say it, and it will be satisfied. "
Taking advantage of the effect of the psychedelic spell, Mo Junrong sent Zheng Qiu's parents Cheng Bold and Cheng Fumei into the house, and then bowed and left.
Walking out of the house, Mo Junrong circled the four palaces and set up a simple phantom array.
This formation is very easy to break for some experienced practitioners, but Zheng Qiu's parents are ordinary people, and they will definitely not be able to get out.
Then he flew to a nearby town, and hired two more practitioners with the money he got back from the murder.
These two cultivators are slightly younger and have a very low level, so they are relatively easy to control.
He asked the two young practitioners to give Zheng Qiu's parents a variety of food and some daily necessities every day to ensure a certain level of quality of life.
In order to ensure that the two cultivators would not talk nonsense, Mo Junrong imitated the curse of the evil cultivator, and carved curse lines on the shoulders of the two.
In fact, Mo Junrong himself didn't know whether the curse pattern was effective, but at least by doing so, he could scare the two cultivators and ensure that they would obey him.
After arranging everything, Mo Junrong bought a small wooden boat and rowed slowly from the edge of Tianxin Lake to the center of the lake.
There is a small island in the center of the lake with lush grass and colorful wild flowers.
The whole island is only three feet square, and there is a smooth low bluestone in the middle, which looks like a black pig with most of its body buried in the soil.
Mo Junrong remembered what the star official in the left palm of the Destiny Palace said, that the road to Chentian Wonderland would only be opened when he boarded the island and raised the key to the sky at noon.
There was still some time before noon, and he rowed the small wooden boat around the island, but found no traces of formations or restraints.
In the past few days, Mo Junrong heard from nearby towns that no one had ever seen practitioners from the Palace of Destiny come in and out.
I already know that the small island is the location leading to the Chentian Wonderland, and there is no formation or restriction to cover it here, so why no one sees the Tianming Palace cultivators coming in and out.
He looked up at the position of the sun. It was almost noon, and he had to go to the island to prepare.
So he jumped onto the small island, and at the same time, he slapped a wave of air with his backhand, blowing the small wooden boat towards the shore of the lake.
As soon as he stood on the island, Mo Junrong felt a very strange force sweeping over his body.
That force was inconspicuous, very weak, like a breeze blowing across a lake.
But Mo Junrong is a cultivator who has reached the False God Realm, and he is sensitive enough to the abnormal changes in the power of heaven and earth. In addition, he was prepared before going to the island, and he still noticed the fluctuation of this weak force.
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