The coffin lids of the two coffins slid down at the same time, Jin Wenwen's face was blue and purple, and she lay on her back in the coffin motionless.

Ning Fuchen knew that she was not dead yet, but she was as angry as a gossip, and her organs in her body were seriously deficient in oxygen, and she was already unconscious.

With a wave of his hand, the rope on Jin Wenwen and Jin Shaoyou's body suddenly broke into several sections and fell to the ground. Jin Shaoyou loosened his whole body and immediately crawled to the coffin and shouted loudly: "Wenwen, Wenwen, don't die."

"Don't worry, grandpa, I just fainted for the time being, and it was nothing serious."

After Ning Fuchen finished speaking, he reached out and pressed Jin Wenwen's inner hole a few times. As expected, Jin Wenwen woke up slowly with a "moan".

"Brother Mo, am I here to the underworld? I knew that as long as I arrived at the underworld, I could see you."

"What did you say?" Ning Fuchen said, and carried Jin Wenwen out.

"Wanyun, please help her to rest for a while first, I'll deal with it." Ning Fuchen looked at the corpses all over the ground and said to He Wanyun.

He Wanyun took Jin Wenwen and sat down on the stone next to her with Mr. Jin, while pushing blood to Jin Wenwen through the uterus.

Ning Fuchen made several handprints with his hands, and the huge spiritual energy instantly drove the surrounding air, just like a sudden tornado, which wrapped the sarcophagus containing the body of Mo San Gongzi and the surrounding corpses into a big pit.

When the tornado blew onto a headless corpse, Ning Fuchen suddenly felt a faint spiritual fluctuation of his meaning, seemingly unknown, and familiar.

Hey!

Yuanshen bead!

Ning Fuchen was delighted. A red rope suddenly flew out of the neck of the headless corpse, and a pendant like a celestial bead was hung on it. What was it if it wasn't a primordial bead? Ning Fuchen's spiritual sense slightly distinguished. It turned out that this was the corpse of the earth-level warrior, and it was also the first person Ning Fuchen killed with a flying sword.

The tornado continued to sweep wildly, and in a short while, the surrounding bodies disappeared.

The ground was clean, including some fallen leaves and dead grass, all buried in the pit, and a huge tomb was piled up, which finally achieved the goal of Mr. Mo asking for someone to bury him. There were at least 100 people in this pit, but they were piled up in a row, and I don’t know who was buried with him.

Ning Fuchen squatted down and looked at Jin Wenwen: "Are you better?"

Jin Wenwen broke free from Jin Lao's arms and threw herself into Ning Fuchen's arms: "Brother Mo, I thought I would never see you again."

"Okay, stop crying, isn't that good? Wenwenji people have their own appearance, and all those bad guys deserve to die."

"The patriarch will not give up. Brother Mo, let's go and hurry back to Huangya Cave to hide."

"No need, from now on, we will live openly in the sun and never go anywhere."

"Brother Mo, the Mo family is so powerful. Grandpa, let's go back."

"Grandpa, you take Wenwen away first. I will come back to Xiamo City. Wanyun, give me a few more lightning talismans."

Since He Wanyun has already gained considerable achievements in refining alchemy and drawing talismans, second-level talismans such as thunder strike talismans are taken casually, so there is no need to be too much money. Seeing Ning Fuchen's need, He Wanyun actually took out more than a dozen second-level thunder strike talismans and handed them to him.

"You can also go with Grandpa Jin and take care of them. I will go to Mocheng and bring their nests to you before talking about it."

"Okay, be careful." He Wanyun habitually explained that if a foundation-building monk could not pass a few ordinary people, then it would be better to knock him to death with a piece of tofu.

Jin Shaoyou was about to give some advice, but Ning Fuchen's body shook and disappeared.

"Come on, let's go too." After He Wanyun finished speaking, she carried Jin Wenwen on her back and held Jin Shaoyou with one hand. She walked on the Internet. As soon as she walked a few feet away, a large group of people suddenly drove over.

Old Jin was shocked, let’s hurry He Wanyun pulled her back.

"Grandpa Jin, don't be afraid, just leave it to me." With He Wanyun's mid-stage cultivation level of Qi training, even hundreds of ordinary people can only wave their hands.

"Go away, go away."

When Mr. Jin heard that he was called Shaoyou, he couldn't help but feel silence. It turned out that the gossiping old man Jin Baiyi brought a group of young people in Jinjiazhuang to rescue him. He hurriedly took a few steps and met him: "Why are you here?"

"The child of Mo Tianshan is too impulsive. We were afraid that he would suffer a loss, so we organized dozens of men to come and help."

"No need, more than 100 people below the Mo family leader have been buried here. He is going to Mo City to clean up the mess."

"Then let's go there too."

Ning Fuchen arrived in the blink of an eye. Mr. Jin and his group had to walk for an hour. Just after turning a few valleys, they suddenly heard thunder in the sky. The sky suddenly darkened and the wind suddenly rose.

He Wanyun knew that it was Ning Fuchen's lightning talisman that was showing off her power.

About a quarter of an hour, lightning stopped, clouds cleared, sunrise, and the sky returned to clear light.

Soon, everyone came to Mocheng.

The scene in the city was a surprise, with almost everyone standing on the street, looking up at the sky.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Old Jin stepped forward and asked an old man.

"Oh, something big happened. The clan leader's mansion was razed to the ground by a thunder spot. No one in the mansion survived. The clan leader's guard was also hit by lightning. I heard that anyone who practices martial arts will die."

"Also, the two big characters of Mocheng suddenly turned into Jincheng. Look, it's golden, but God wants the Jin family to be the leader."

Upon hearing this, Old Jin looked up and saw that there were two big words shining golden on the city wall: Jincheng.

The old gossip man looked at these two big words and said excitedly: "Jincheng! Haha, Jincheng, the Mo family has ruled this world for more than two thousand years, and today it has finally been changed by God. Our Jin family has stood up. Mocheng has changed the sky today, and the sky has changed!"

"This is a centenarian from the Jin family, a famous gossip old man." Many people suddenly surrounded the city.

As soon as Jin Bai saw more and more people, he stood on a high place and shouted: "My fellow villagers, the head of the Mo family was punished by God today, and must have done shameful things. A few days ago, the third son of the Mo family went to Jinjiazhuang to slaughter the village and killed many people in the Jin family.

Think about it, God has the virtue of being a virtuous person. As the patriarch and the city lord, he always slaughtered the village and destroyed the nine tribes. In our world, there are only three surnames, and which one is not related to a marriage? Why did he do it?

Therefore, today, the gods saw the pity that they had sought justice for our Jin family.

As the saying goes, thirty years from Hedong to forty years from Hexi, Feng Shui has changed. Since God has allowed our Jin family to take control of Jincheng, we will definitely choose the city lord in the shortest time and will definitely live up to all the fellow villagers."

"Okay, God's will is hard to violate, we support the Jin family."
Chapter completed!