The elites of the War Department couldn't tolerate Mo Zhiyu to speak anymore, so they directly threw Mo Zhiyu into the cage and locked it firmly. Then a group of people shouted, and marched in the direction of Chang'an.

Mo Zhiyu leaned on the iron sheet of the cage, and through the ventilation hole, he could see Luo Bingqian sitting in front of the car. He bumped the cage with his shoulder and said to Luo Bingqian: "Little junior sister, you can ask casually, I remember everything, this should always prove who I am, right?" ”

Luo Bingqian didn't turn her head back, smashed her fist on the iron cage, and scolded in a low voice: "Shut up!" If you want to impersonate someone, how can you not bother to check the information? I don't want to hear you memorize those documents, it makes me feel disgusting! ”

Mo Zhiyu was stunned, and asked with some doubts: "Why do you just refuse to believe that I am still alive?" ”

"When a person dies, he is dead, how can he still live?" Luo Bingqian's voice was still very cold, "It took me a hundred years just to understand this truth, and now you are coming out to deceive?" ”

Mo Zhiyu was stunned, it turned out that his death had entangled Luo Bingqian for a hundred years. He had never thought that he was so important to her, it had taken her a hundred years to believe that he was dead, how could she believe that he was alive now?

"You wait to accept the sanctions!" Luo Bingqian finally said such a sentence fiercely, and then stopped paying attention to Mo Zhiyu.

Mo Zhiyu was leaning against the cage in a daze, and suddenly felt that the team had stopped, and he immediately lay on the iron sheet again, looked out through the ventilation hole, and saw another group of people appear in front of the team. He recognized the clothes of these people, and they were Jiaoyi guards.

The leader of Jiaoyiwei's side came over and saluted Luo Bingqian: "I've seen Elder Xiao Luo." ”

Luo Bingqian jumped out of the car, walked towards Jiao Yiwei, and also returned a salute, saying, "What are you doing?" ”

The leader of Jiaoyiwei's side took out a scroll and handed it over, saying, "We have been ordered to take over the thief who is pretending to be the King of Ink. ”

"The people we worked so hard to catch, you said you would take them?" There were immediately people on the side of Tianjian Mountain.

Luo Bingqian raised her hand and signaled the disciples not to get excited, then she opened the scroll, looked at it, was slightly puzzled, and asked Xiang Jiaoyiwei: "There are people from the Hongtian Sect in the south?" Is the message reliable? ”

"I got the news a few hours ago, so it's very reliable." The leader of Jiaoyiwei said, "There is only one force in the vicinity that you are strong enough to deal with, so Chang'an sent us to meet you, please!" ”

Jiao Yiwei was very sincere here, and Luo Bingqian was not verbose, and responded: "Okay." Then she turned around and waved her hand and yelled, "Handover!" ”

"Yes!" The elites of the war department responded in unison, and then they withdrew to the rear one after another, giving up the carriage to Jiaoyiwei.

Mo Zhiyu looked at the scene in front of him, and always felt that something was wrong, so he immediately hit the iron cage with his shoulder and shouted: "Luo Bingqian, aren't you going to teach me a lesson?" What do you mean by giving me over to someone else now?! ”

When Luo Bingqian walked through the iron cage, she hammered the cage heavily with the hand holding the ink knife, and this blow with yuan force made the ink delirium inside dizzy for a while, and then she could only hear her voice buzzing: "Chang'an will naturally give you sanctions!" ”

The matter explained by the Xianhua League was urgent, Luo Bingqian immediately left with his elites of the war department, and this team of Jiaoyi guards smoothly took over the carriage and left this place at a faster speed.

Mo Zhiyu shook his head, relieved himself, and stuck to the iron cage again, looking out through the ventilation hole. Since it is not the little junior sister escort now, there is no need to waste time with these people.

In the past, when the elites of the War Department tied up the ink delirium, they tied the ink delirium's hand behind their backs, and now it is really not easy to break this chain. However, since this chain is engraved with a formation, it will be easy to do.

Mo Zhiyu sat down on the ground honestly, sliced the tip of his index finger with the nail of his thumb, and then he smeared his bloody fingertips into the chains around his wrists. The blood of the Divine Descent can not only strengthen the power of the array, but also corrode the array. All he had to do now was corrode the chains around his wrists and break free of his hands, and the rest would be done.

But his supernatural ability was now an obstacle, and the tiny wounds he had cut with his fingernails were quickly healed, making him have to scratch himself with his nails incessantly, almost every time he applied it to his chains, and he probably wouldn't do anything like that.

After tossing and turning like this for a while, Mo Zhiyu corroded the array on the chain a little bit. But suddenly, the carriage stopped, Mo Zhiyu was stunned for a moment, and then heard the Jiaoyi guard outside say, "This is it, carry the cage down." ”

It's not scientific to get to Chang'an so soon?

Mo Zhiyu immediately leaned over to the ventilation hole and quickly checked the situation outside, only to find that their group was now in a clearing in a mountain forest, and these Jiaoyi guards were using hedron powder and rune flags to arrange a huge magic circle.

Mo Zhiyu frowned, this formation looked very complicated, and they hadn't finished drawing it yet, he couldn't tell what kind of formation it was. At this time, the cage that trapped him moved, and the group unloaded the cage from the carriage and carried it towards the center of the circle.

The object of these people's circles is him, is it a sacrificial circle or some strange circle? Mo Zhiyu immediately had several guesses, but now it didn't matter what their motives were, Mo Zhiyu's escape by himself was the most important thing, and he quickly accelerated the corrosion of the war.

Soon, the people outside arranged the magic circle completely, and Mo Zhiyu couldn't see the situation outside in the iron cage. He saw that these people were standing on the edge of the formation, and began to continuously transmit Yuan Force to this formation, and the entire magic circle slowly lit up.

Mo Zhiyu's right hand suddenly trembled, and he clenched his right hand suddenly, and he felt a tearing pain coming from his palm, and his Ten Thousand Arrays were slowly peeling away.

These people originally believed that they were Mo Zhiyu, and their purpose was to seize the Ten Thousand Arrays, or rather, to seize the light map stored in the Ten Thousand Arrays, and the light map with the fragments of the Firmament Heaven!

-----

-----

Luo Bingqian was leading the war department elite towards the south quickly, and suddenly, she stopped, and the war department elites also stopped, all of them looked at him suspiciously.

But Luo Bingqian looked at her hand, the long knife in her palm that was as black as ink was trembling, trembling desperately, and suddenly, the ink knife moved on its own, as if it wanted to fly towards the northwest.

The next chapter, "Black Eats Black Again?" 》

(End of chapter)