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Qin Sang was startled.
Just then, the fire curse sigils flared up again, their fluctuations seeming stronger than before!
Qin Sang's face changed drastically, she suddenly turned around, but the sea was empty.
Lantau Island.
To the north of the market town, towering mountains and dense forests are occupied by a single sect. The market town itself is their property.
Clouds lock the deep mountains.
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A streak of light pierced the air and vanished into the mountain gate.
Immediately, a young man, clutching a talisman, dashed towards the main peak on his flying sword with a hurried expression.
After a moment, the young man landed before a grand hall atop the main peak. A deep voice suddenly boomed from within, "What urgent matter could cause such alarm"
The young man hurriedly bowed, "Reporting to the Headmaster, there's urgent news from the market."
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>In the main hall.
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A dignified old man holds a black stone.
'Bang!'
The piece has landed.
The old man slightly raised his head, beckoned with his hand, and took the talisman into his palm. He closed his eyes to examine it.
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The man across from him glanced over, curiously asking, "Third junior brother personally takes charge of the marketplace, is there anything he can't handle"
The old man, after seeing this, let out a soft 'huh' and said: "Zuo Fushi, the left deputy envoy of the Qiong Yu Chamber of Commerce from the Dongji Alliance, was robbed and killed by an unknown cultivator in the market. He couldn't defeat his opponent and was killed instead. Along with Liu Guan, a total of six cultivators at the Jindan stage were all killed..."
Another person was startled and exclaimed, "How many people are on the other side Their strength is so formidable!"
It is said that the other party may only have one person, the others are either avatars or corpses. They single-handedly killed the Left Deputy Envoy and others without any harm...
The old man said in a low voice.
"Hiss…"
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Another person gasped, "You and I personally taking action might not be able to defeat the Left Deputy Marshal. What's more, there are so many helpers, did they anger a certain Yuan Ying ancestor The Qiong Yu Merchant Association lost so many people, they probably won't let it go. Could the third disciple want Master to come out of seclusion..."
The elder shook his head and said firmly, “It was a member of the Shang League who died, not a cultivator from my righteous path. It's just dogs biting dogs, there's no need to disturb Master over such a trivial matter. We don't even need to wait for the Qiong Yu Merchant Association to come knocking. Left [Name] dared to shout in public that he would bear all the losses and, under the banner of the Dongji League, gathered helpers. As expected of the Big Merchant Association, they are truly wealthy and generous! My elder brother originally planned to rebuild the market, and now someone is offering to pay for it, so we will send people to demand compensation…”
To the southwest of Lantau Island, how far is unknown.
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The sky is clear for miles.
On the vast expanse of the sea, a streak of light suddenly appeared.
The light escaped as fast as a shooting star, even Qin Sang had to admire its speed.
Whoosh!
The escaping light suddenly stopped, revealing a figure, it was the island master of Tianfeng Island, Mou Laomo.
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He had been loitering near Tung Mun Island and rushed here as soon as he got the message, getting closer and closer to Lamma Island.
He seemed to sense something, pressing down on the Escape Light and glancing towards the northeast. Immediately, a blue light flashed between his brows, and a blue flame materialized.
In the sunlight, the blue flame looks extremely dreamy and sways gently.
Mou Lao Mo's lips moved slightly, his incantation changing rapidly. Lines of runes submerged into the blue flame, causing it to flicker and solidify. Then, with a sudden surge, it tilted towards the northeast direction.
Seeing this scene, Lao Mo's gaze narrowed slightly. "The vice-envoy of the Qiong Yu Merchant Guild in the East Sea seems to have a powerful cultivation base. He is a top expert in the Jindan period. Even if he couldn't win, he shouldn't have hit the fire spell off target..."
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Upon thinking of this, Old Devil Mo's face lit up. He drew out a strange-looking small drum from his sleeve.
The strange drum is actually an exceptional magic artifact.
Old Devil Mo let out a sinister cackle: "Dare you use demonic fire to refine artifacts! If not for me finding this artifact during a soul search from a certain someone, you might have actually gotten away..."
When Qin Sang first arrived at the Demon Sea, he was recruited by the Qiong Yu Merchant Guild and agreed to refine weapons for them. At that time, his refining skills were far inferior to now. In order to gain trust and be valued, he used the Nine Nether Demon Fire to refine some top-grade magic weapons, and the strange drum was one of them.
The strange drum, imbued with a trace of demonic energy, was discovered by a Qi Condensation cultivator. Mistaking it for a divine artifact, he purchased it from the Qiong Yu Trading Company. However, after realizing its true nature as merely an illusion, he discarded it in a corner.
By a twist of fate, the odd drum fell into the hands of Elder Mo, the demonic cultivator.
Lao Mo put away his strange drum and with a wave of his hand, the blue flame flew into his palm.
As if by thought, the blue flame tilted once more.
Mou Lao Mo monster laughed, a flash of light reappeared, and he vanished into the air.
Upon entering the Hall of Seven Kills, I learned that there was also Nine Nether Demon Fire here.
Qin Sang was worried that malicious people would notice something. He had never used the Nine Nether Demon Fire to forge weapons for others, and even when fighting, every time he used the demonic fire against his enemies, he would try his best to suppress its fluctuations and conceal it from view.
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He forged the only batch of magic weapons ever using the power of demon fire, and there were very few of them.
Moreover, they were all magic artifacts, not magical treasures. The demonic fire aura was concealed within the artifacts. Under normal circumstances, high-level cultivators wouldn't bother investigating a mere artifact.
Unexpectedly, these magic weapons malfunctioned.
On the vast ocean, Qin Sang transformed into a streak of azure light and fled northward at breakneck speed.
It has been more than half an hour since he was afflicted by the fire curse.
Just then, the fire curse struck again.
Qin Sang's gaze darkened as he stared at the fire curse runes on his arm.
Upon sensing the fluctuations of the fire spell, his eyes darkened further, and anger welled up within him.
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As he and Bai had expected, before the Left Deputy arrived, he had sent a message to Old Devil Mu. The fire curse erupted repeatedly, clearly a sign that Old Devil Mu was behind it.
Except for the first two times, the curse will strike every half hour, short by a few dozen breaths of time.
And every time he attacked, the fluctuations of the fire curse grew stronger, indicating that Old Demon Mo was rapidly approaching him.
Moul Lao Mo could find Qin Sang through fire spells, and Qin Sang could also use the fluctuations of fire spells to blur the exact location of Moul Lao Mo. By comparing the fluctuations again and again, Qin Sang confirmed that Moul Lao Mo was getting closer and closer to him.
The good news is that Qin Sang has yet to see a shadow of Lao Mo.
But even from such a distance, Elder Mo could still make the fire curse take effect. The strangeness of the fire curse, and the power of the Nascent Soul cultivator, filled Qin Sang with anxiety, but also a sense of awe.
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Mo Lao Mo could always sense his location, so changing positions was pointless.
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With crisis looming, Qin Sang could only flee north in a desperate attempt.
The enemy was a cultivator at the middle stage of the Yuan Ying period. Even if Qin Sang used all his strength, it would be difficult to injure the other party's fur, but it was impossible for Qin Sang to surrender and hand over the eighteen demon flags with both hands.
He didn't believe for a moment that Old Demon Mu, after stealing the Eighteen Demon Flags, would spare his life out of kindness.
The ancestor of the Magic Dao would not lack means of tormenting people. Falling into the hands of Lao Mo, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to survive or die.
“White Daoist friend, what exactly did you remember”
Qin Sang glanced at the corpse puppet bag and couldn't help but ask.
During his flight, he tried countless methods, but was helpless against the fire spells and could only rely on Bai.
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