"As expected, you are indeed in league with the Pan clan." A long-faced man glanced at Lou Yue-shuang, his tone tinged with coldness.

He then turned his gaze to Pan Wu, "You adapt quickly. What do you have to say this time? Didn't you say there were no witchcraft legacies left? How come you're with the number one witchcraft talent?"

Mo Wuji recognized the long-faced man. He was called Bo Luo Jin. According to Dean Gu, he should be a mage. Mo Wuji didn't recognize the other man who came with Bo Luo Jin, but Bo Luo Jin didn't let him enter the cave, instead leaving him outside.

Pan Wu pursed her lips and said nothing. Bo Luo Jin didn't care if Pan Wu said anything. In fact, he wasn't as calm as he appeared. He was extremely excited.

Why would a mage like him come all this way to find Lou Yue-shuang for such a trivial matter? His goal was the same as Feng Lu's: Lou Yue-shuang's method of condensing and absorbing demonic essence.

After Feng Lu found out that Lou Yue-shuang's method could not absorb demonic essence, he wanted to look for Lou Yue-shuang right away, but the Pope of the Eastern Moor Church had already arrived in Anjin City, and he couldn't leave. Bo Luo Jin took the opportunity to ask to bring Lou Yue-shuang away himself, but he also coveted Lou Yue-shuang's cultivation method.

If he could get the real method of condensing demonic essence from Lou Yue-shuang, he would kill Lou Yue-shuang directly and then flee to a remote place. Work for the church? Ha, when he became a demon emperor, what would the church be?

Now that he saw Lou Yue-shuang was really with the Pan siblings, he was even more excited. This showed that Lou Yue-shuang had obtained the real witchcraft inheritance; otherwise, why would she be with the Pan siblings?

Don't look at the church cracking down on witchcraft everywhere, saying that witchcraft is heresy, but in fact, the church's own people also know that the ancient witch clan inheritance is the real supreme cultivation method. Even the foundation of the church's establishment is also the inheritance of the witch clan.

He would take away the Pan siblings and Lou Yue-shuang. As for Mo Wuji, this stranger, he would naturally be killed.

Bo Luo Jin's eyes fell on Mo Wuji, and his eyes straightened immediately. He stared fixedly at the ancient, vicissitudes-of-time leather scroll in Mo Wuji's hand. At this moment, even his body was trembling. "This, this is the witchcraft inheritance of the witch clan..."

Mo Wuji raised the leather scroll in his hand and said without hiding anything, "That's right, Pan Jie gave it to me. It should be the witch clan inheritance."

"Ah..." A huge sense of happiness filled Bo Luo Jin's body. He could no longer control his joy. He raised his hand to grab the leather scroll in Mo Wuji's hand.

But then he was stunned. The space seemed to freeze, imprisoning him. He couldn't move at all.

Mo Wuji casually put away the leather scroll and said slowly, "Actually, you're mistaken. I taught Lou Yue-shuang's cultivation method. It really has nothing to do with the witch clan's witchcraft. Tell me, why didn't the High Priest Feng Lu come? According to his greed, he should have come here to find Lou Yue-shuang as soon as possible."

"The Pope Wu Tian is here. He is accompanying the Pope and cannot be distracted..." Bo Luo Jin felt a chill down his spine. As a mage, he knew far more than ordinary people. This kind of space imprisonment, which made him unable to move at all, even the Pope couldn't do it.

"Go and kill the person outside. Take me to the church together." Mo Wuji's voice was calm, but to Bo Luo Jin, it sounded like a death knell.

Bo Luo Jin moved his feet subconsciously, and he was even more shocked to find that he could indeed move, and the only direction he could move was to the church believer who was left outside.

At this time, Bo Luo Jin completely dispelled the idea of ​​escaping. He knew very well that in front of a strong man like Mo Wuji, it would be a joke for him to escape.

A very thin short knife was drawn by Bo Luo Jin. Without even considering it, he slashed directly at the man left outside the dilapidated cave.

A shrill scream accompanied by a flash of blood, Lou Yue-shuang screamed and almost fainted.

On the other hand, the Pan siblings had calm expressions, even with a hint of excitement.

……

Although the Pope of the Eastern Moor Church does not often come to Liang Country, the Eastern Moor Church's temple in Liang Country is still more luxurious than the palace of Liang Country. The area occupied is even more vast, and a wide white jade stone road leads directly to the main hall of the Eastern Moor Church.

At this moment, in the very center of the hall of the Eastern Moor Church, sat a man whose age could not be seen at all. If you said he was a young man, he had a vicissitudes of life of middle age or even old age. If you said he was middle-aged, he didn't seem to be over thirty years old.

The only thing that could show his characteristics was his long hooked nose.

Sitting on his side was a middle-aged man wearing a tall crown. On the surface, his identity should be higher than the hooked-nosed man sitting in the middle, but in fact, he could only nod and bow in front of this hooked-nosed man.

Because this hooked-nosed man was one of the two most powerful and influential people on this planet, the Pope of the Eastern Moor Church, Wu Tian. The man wearing the tall crown was just the ruler of Liang Country, Qian Zicheng.

In Liang Country, Qian Zicheng was indeed a supreme existence. In front of the Pope of the Eastern Moor Church, he was nothing.

"High Priest Feng Lu, the Anjin Academy of Arts seems not too far from here. Why hasn't Bo Luo Jin returned yet?" The Pope, sitting in the top seat, asked calmly.

A black-faced Feng Lu quickly stepped forward and bowed to the ground, "Reporting to the Pope, this subordinate doesn't know either. Should this subordinate go over and take a look?"

Wu Tian said lightly, "No need, wait a little longer. Also, immediately send someone to bring the Pan siblings here as well. I will personally interrogate them this time."

"Yes..." Feng Lu quickly responded. He knew better than anyone else how terrifying the Pope's calm tone was. The calmer he was, the more angry he was. At that time, not to mention killing a Wu Tian like him, even bloodbathing the entire Liang Country would be an easy task.

No one can disobey the Pope's orders. The Pope is everything. As long as it is the Pope's words, they must be executed unconditionally. Otherwise, there is only one word: death.

Even though it had nothing to do with the ruler of Liang Country, Qian Zicheng, Qian Zicheng was still sweating profusely on his forehead, and his back was equally chilly. He knew the capriciousness of the Pope in front of him. It would be just a casual sentence for him to destroy his Liang Country.

However, the most afraid person in this hall was not Qian Zicheng or Feng Lu, but the Dean of Anjin Academy of Arts, Gu Cheng. He was not afraid of losing his little life, but he was afraid that Lou Yue-shuang would not know what was good for her and really left Anjin Academy of Arts.

Once Lou Yue-shuang left, even if Lou Yue-shuang was captured back, Anjin Academy of Arts would be finished. He had heard of the Pope's cruelty.

Gu Cheng was hoping that Lou Yue-shuang had not left Anjin Academy of Arts, but what he was afraid of came true. Before Feng Lu could leave the hall, a church believer hurried to the bottom of the hall and knelt on the ground, saying, "Reporting to the Pope, just received news that Lou Yue-shuang, a student of Anjin Academy of Arts, has left the academy, and her whereabouts are unknown. Mage Bo Luo Jin has already chased after her."

When Gu Cheng heard these words, his legs went weak. He sighed inwardly. Heaven was going to destroy Anjin Academy of Arts, and even if he begged, it would be useless. One could imagine how serious the consequences would be if Lou Yue-shuang left Anjin Academy of Arts without permission.

Sure enough, Wu Tian's face sank, and he said in an icy tone, "Immediately transmit my order to bloodbath Anjin Academy of Arts, leaving not even an ant alive."

Gu Cheng couldn't bear it any longer and knelt directly on the ground. He wanted to plead, but he didn't know how to plead.

Qian Zicheng on the side was equally shocked. Anjin Academy of Arts was the foundation on which Liang Country depended for survival. Once Anjin Academy of Arts was destroyed, his Liang Country would not be far from destruction.

Even if he was afraid of Pope Wu Tian, Qian Zicheng couldn't care less. He rushed out and knelt directly on the ground, "Pope, please show mercy. Even if Lou Yue-shuang leaves Anjin Academy of Arts, she won't go far. I guarantee that I can bring her here within half an incense stick of time."

Wu Tian said expressionlessly, "Then go. If you can't bring that Lou Yue-shuang in time, your Liang Country doesn't need to exist either. As for Anjin Academy of Arts, it must be bloodbathed."

"You, you tyrant, you will not die a good death..." After knowing that Anjin Academy of Arts could no longer be preserved, Gu Cheng was furious. He stood up and pointed at Wu Tian and shouted sternly.

A church member rushed up and kicked Gu Cheng far away. Gu Cheng fell to the ground and pointed at Qian Zicheng sternly, "And you, an incompetent person, actually allowed a heretical sect to control the destiny of my Liang Country."

A trace of shame appeared on Qian Zicheng's face. He could make Liang Country prosperous, but he couldn't stop the church from doing evil in Liang Country.

"Drag him out and peel his skin, extract his tendons, and break his bones. Send all his family members to boil oil and light lamps. Peel the skin and extract the tendons of everyone in Anjin Academy of Arts..." Anger flashed in Wu Tian's eyes. There was actually someone who didn't know how to live or die and dared to scold him like that in front of him.

"Although your thoughts are trash, you at least have some backbone." A calm voice interrupted Wu Tian's words.

Only then did everyone realize that, at some point, several people had suddenly appeared in the hall. The speaker was a young man in a blue shirt, and his words seemed to be directed at Gu Cheng.

"Pope, she is Lou Yue-shuang, and the Pan siblings..." Feng Lu, who hadn't left yet, immediately pointed at Lou Yue-shuang and the Pan siblings behind Mo Wuji. He even ignored Bo Luo Jin.

When Wu Tian saw Mo Wuji, his eyes narrowed slightly and fell on Bo Luo Jin. As a mage, his capable general, he naturally recognized Bo Luo Jin. He was puzzled by Bo Luo Jin's boldness. After entering the church hall, he actually lowered his head and remained silent.

Even Feng Lu, who had pointed out Lou Yue-shuang and the Pan siblings just now, had noticed that something was wrong with Bo Luo Jin. Don't look at him taking Bo Luo Jin with him every time he went out, but in fact, he knew very well the trace of ambition in Bo Luo Jin's heart. Before, he was even a little worried that Bo Luo Jin would get Lou Yue-shuang's cultivation method and fly away.

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