According to the information in Che Zhaoyuan's mind, the transport team on their third section of route needs to arrive at the designated location before sunset tomorrow and receive the goods from the transport team on the second section of route.

Che Zhaoyuan had already prepared manpower and planned to set off overnight, but unexpectedly he was taken away by Mu Feng.

According to the information in his mind, Mu Feng quickly entered the Mengshan Forest.

It originally took six or seven hours to go, but Mufeng arrived in less than ten minutes.

Along the way, Mu Feng noticed the ghostly aura of many lonely ghosts. This transport road caused many people to lose their lives.

These people who dare to smuggle goods on the borders of the two countries are all outlaws and killing and robbing are almost ordinary in their eyes.

With nothing left and right, Mu Feng sat cross-legged on a rock and began to absorb the spiritual energy around him.

The spiritual energy of the Mengshan Forest is quite rich. Mu Feng only felt that he had practiced for a while and it was already dusk.

Soon, the sound of mules and tiny footsteps were heard in the distance.

Mu Feng flew to a tree branch and saw a team of more than a dozen people walking towards this place in the distance. These people were carrying hunting rifles and sabers, all of whom were covered in flesh on their faces. They looked like they were not good at it.

The person in charge was a big man with a mustache. The man was not tall but walked with a whisper. It was obvious that he had practiced fist and foot skills.

The transport team had four mule carts, all covered with banana leaves and burlap bags.

The man walked through a bush, looked around, and shouted loudly: "Damn it, the third section of the cub, come out to greet me."

The man shouted three times in a row and felt something was wrong.

As soon as he raised his hand, more than a dozen subordinates immediately lifted the hunting rifle in their hands.

"Are these drugs?" Just as everyone was looking around, a creepy voice came from the mule cart.

I don’t know when there was a young man in casual clothes on the naked car.

"You, who are you?" the big man was startled and shouted loudly.

The man quietly escaped from all of them and appeared in the naked car like a ghost. His skills have scared everyone present and his legs are weak.

"Bear him to death!" After all, the big man was a blood-licking person at the edge of the knife. He quickly came to his senses and shouted loudly.

"Click! Click! Click!"

Accompanied by the big man

If that happens, the heads of more than a dozen subordinates around him fall to the ground.

The head rolled on the ground, the picture was so terrifying.

No matter how hard the man killed someone, he felt a little numb now.

Mu Feng opened the goods on the naked car and found that they were pieces of black paste.

Mu Feng picked up a piece of black cream and frowned and said, "It's not an ordinary drug, there seems to be a strange fluctuation inside."

He turned around and glanced at the big man, raised his hand and grabbed it, and sucked it into the palm of his hand.

"Try what it tastes like." Mu Feng crushed the black paste in his hand and stuffed it into the big man's throat. He used spiritual energy to push the paste into the big man's stomach.

Then, he threw the man to the ground.

"Um!" Not long after the big Hanfu was put on the cream, his cheeks turned pale yellow.

He was drunk, twisting and laughing on the ground.

Suddenly, the man knelt on the ground and began to recite a strange scripture in his mouth.

Along with the chanting of the great man, a trace of soul fluctuations surged out of his body.

Mufeng stood in the mule cart and quickly understood.

"This kind of drug can actually make the user generate a strange energy in the psychedelic state." Mu Feng frowned and said, "I don't know how wide the scope of this drug is. It seems that this is the cooperation between Yao Tiancheng and the Titan Cult."

Mu Feng put some of the black cream into Qiankun bag and directly used the soul searching technique on the big man.

Although these people were very careful in their actions, even the transportation routes were linked and had no connection with each other, this behavior had no meaning at all for Mu Feng.

No matter how many rings are divided into, there are always people connecting with each other. As long as Mu Feng uses soul searching techniques to guide each ring, it is easy to find the drug production base of the Titan Cult.

"The next joint, Sun Hongying." Mu Feng disposes the man's body and turns it into a stream of light and rushes to the south of the Mengshan Forest.

Two days later, in a bar in Dongyin Country, a middle-aged man with a bearded face answered the phone with a gloomy face, threw the wine glass in his hand, and shouted in a deep voice: "Leave here immediately."

Several of the middle-aged man's subordinates looked at him with confusion and asked, "Boss, what's wrong?"

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "The goods were lost, and all the people in the four transport teams were killed."

"Who did it?" All the men stood up in horror.

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"It would be great if I could know." The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said, "Even the surveillance device could not capture the man's trace."

"We suspect that it was the Chinese who sent the immortal cultivators!"

"Immortal cultivator? Isn't it only the worship of the Titan Sect that can be dealt with?" Several subordinates' faces were filled with fear.

"I'll go find Odin's enthronement now. You guys hide and don't show up during this period." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "Even those who dare to kill the Titan Sect, even those who are immortal cultivators, will not escape death."

After hearing this, the men all fell silent.

If they had been put a month ago, they would have believed it. After all, the Titans are the holy place of faith in their entire East Indian Kingdom.

But now, the status of the Holy Land of Faith has been shaken because of the Battle of the South China Sea.

The man in China killed the European Titan God of War in front of everyone, making tens of thousands of European masters dare not take half a step into the border of China. This pressure made countless people tremble.

That battle also crushed the pride of the Dongyin people.

The middle-aged man hurriedly left the bar and got into a Maybach sedan.

He drove for more than two hours and arrived outside a very old temple.

The middle-aged man got out of the car and worshiped the temple, then he hurriedly ran into the temple.

"I'll ask Odin to worship." The middle-aged man walked into the temple and said to the temple manager.

There are only three or four monks wearing monk's robes in this temple, which looks a little empty.

No one knows that this is the external contact point of the Titan Cult.

Although 80% of the people in Dongyin State worship the Titan Cult, like the European Titan Cult, no one really knows the location of the Titan Cult headquarters.

Gods must maintain a sense of mystery and be above them to have countless believers.

Only when the unknown can people develop a sense of awe.

Almost all of the thousands of religious worship gods in Dongyin Kingdom come from the Titanism.

The monk stared at the middle-aged man for a while, bowed and made a gesture of invitation.

All the monks in this temple cannot speak, write, and speak silly.

Under the guidance of the monk, the middle-aged man came to a remote and dilapidated quiet room. In the quiet room, a dry and thin old man sat cross-legged.
Chapter completed!