Time passed quickly when I saw the martial arts, and I arrived at the Immortal City in a blink of an eye.

At this time, Mo Yang had not practiced the exercises yet. If Mo Yang wanted to capture them with both hands and the immortals successfully escaped, he would not have to learn any magical skills. If the immortals failed to escape, he could only inherit millions of inheritance. No, learn magical skills.

There are many pavilions, high in the sky, jade towers and jade palaces, nine clouds hidden, five clouds are fighting, and the lights are stunning all over the night, and the surroundings are as cold as the moon. Seeing such a city, Mo Yang couldn't help but exclaim: Dao Alliance is really rich.

There was a sound of joy in the Immortal City, and the entire Dao Alliance headquarters was immersed in an atmosphere of joy.

Because the Demon Sect was destroyed.

This is the news that the residents of the Immortal Capital and the righteous path received, so the Dao Alliance intends to celebrate.

Mo Yang's eyes fell on the eight high towers, a thousand meters tall tower, towering into the clouds. Unfortunately, he didn't have the opportunity to visit, so he was taken by Youdie and Xiaomeng to gather with the disciples of the Demon Cult.

The disciples of the Demon Cult arrived at the Immortal City on time, and no one was missing.

Xiaomeng asked Mo Yang what to do next.

Mo Yang thought for a while: "I plan to walk around the fairy capital."

Xiaomeng nodded clearly: "I understand, is it to inquire about the news, right?"

No, I'm going to run away.

"Well, I want to know the situation in Xiandu."

Xiaomeng greeted her: "Ayue follows the leader."

"Master."

I saw a sixteen-year-old girl walking up, looking gentle and elegant, with excitement and admiration in her eyes, just like a little fan

"Wait, I want to walk around alone."

Xiaomeng frowned: "No, this is the Xiandu, the base camp of the Dao Alliance. What is the situation of the leader himself? You still don't know?"

Mo Yang:….

What's going on with me?

OK, my power is gone.

A Yue gave Xiaomeng a meaningful look, and Xiaomeng nodded.

The two secretly transmitted voice messages.

Xiaomeng: "The leader is seriously injured now and is not suitable to participate in this operation. I am optimistic about the leader."

A Yue nodded: "Don't worry, I won't let the leader get involved in danger."

Mo Yang sighed, there was nothing he could do, who could not beat him?

Xiaomeng and others seemed to have some actions, but without adding him to the Lord of the Demon Sect, Mo Yang did not intend to join in. He wanted to escape from the immortals, but there was a follower behind him.

Mo Yang could only think of other ways, walk on the streets of Xiandu and feel the festive atmosphere of Xiandu. It was so novel. Mo Yang saw a large bamboo tube placed at the edge of the avenue at any distance: "What is this?"

"Don't you know, leader?" A Yue replied: "This is a fireworks."

No matter how I look at it, I think it is a rocket launcher... Oh, I remember it. Unlike small fireworks, large fireworks are balls like coconuts. After they are lit, they are placed in the fireworks, exploded and exploded into the sky. I have only seen them made of paper, and these are made of bamboo.

The old man who sells candied haws said, "Little brother, to celebrate the great event of the Demon Cult tomorrow night, the immortals have fireworks. The fireworks start from the entrance of the city gate and burn to the central high platform of the Xiandu."

I didn’t expect that there were fireworks in this world.

Mo Yang had a sudden inspiration and thought of a way to escape.

The old man who sells candied haws asked: "Do you buy candied haws, little brother?"

"Uncle, I'll buy ten strings of candied haws."

The old man selling candied haws was naturally very happy, so he quickly took out ten strings of candied haws, and Mo Yang turned his head: "A Yue, pay."

A Yue had no choice but to count ten copper coins and hand them over. Mo Yang asked, "Uncle, I know the fireworks factory, huh, where to make fireworks?"

The old man selling candied haws smiled: "Little brother, you asked the right person. I have lived in Xiandu for twenty years. I am making fireworks in the west of the city. You can see the biggest workshop."

"Thank you, Mr."

The old man selling candied haws asked: "What are you asking about this?"

“I want to make some fireworks.”

Soon Mo Yang found the workshop and turned around and asked, "How many people are there in Ayue?"

"Report to the leader, thirty-two people." A Yue said respectfully.

Mo Yang asked: "Limit everyone without disturbing anyone."

A Yue frowned: "It's a bit difficult, you can try it."

There are ordinary people inside, just ordinary people. A Yue has the confidence to take down everyone, provided that he does not disturb the righteous people.

Although A Yue is young, the reason why Xiaomeng sent A Yue to protect the leader is that A Yue is not weak, and under Youddie and Xiaomeng, he is the strongest disciple of the Demon Sect.

"Let's do it, and we will run away when the situation is not good."

After A Yue nodded, he bounced his finger and a spark fell into the workshop, which instantly lit a table and chairs inside. Everyone in the workshop was panicked. Once the fire spreads, the entire workshop would be flooded by the fire.

Just as everyone was attracted by the flames, A Yue moved and turned into a gust of wind. He had knocked down half of the people in a blink of an eye. By the time the others reacted, it was too late. A Yue calmly restricted everyone's movements, and then leisurely put out the flames. The whole process was less than half a minute,

Mo Yang once again saw the gap between mortals and cultivators.

Mo Yang clapped his hands and walked in: "A Yue, you are doing well."

A Yue bowed her head and bowed: "The leader is over-reputable."

All the people in the workshop had fainted. Mo Yang and Ayue tied up the people together, and then asked Ayue to wake up the boss.

The boss asked tremblingly, "Who are you?"

Mo Yang smiled: "I'm here to place an order."

The boss said: "Our workshop is helping Daomeng make fireworks. If you want fireworks, you can only wait for the celebration."

What we mean is that there is a Taoist alliance behind us.

Mo Yang turned his head and asked, "A Yue, do you have a knife in your hand?"

The boss was startled: "What do you want to do?"

"Want to give you an opportunity to reorganize your language, do it or not?"

"What kind of fireworks do you want, and how many?"

The boss will naturally not be able to make a living with him.

"Will the fireworks that turn into words be made after the explosion?"

"Of course, our workshop's technology is first-class in Xiandu."

Mo Yang nodded: "Very good, I'll look for paper and pens to see how many I'll make."

In the workshop, Mo Yang quickly found paper and pen and thought about the content above.

Hello, Dao Alliance, I come from a weak and helpless child asking for help. I have always yearned for the light of the right way, and I have a heart that tells the truth and the greatness. I have become a member of the right way from the bottom of my heart. Unfortunately, I was teased by fate and was trapped in the Demon Cult and misunderstood to become the leader of the Demon Cult. I need the help of the Right Way, I am...

Mo Yang looked up and saw the eight tall buildings.

At the end, I added: "I am on the tower, so I'm waiting for you."

This is what Mo Yang thought of and sent a letter of help to the righteous path.

This is the base camp of the Immortal City, and there are definitely a large number of cultivators. As long as you can send a letter of help, the Immortal City will be in a rage.

But Mo Yang did not notice a person. At this moment, A Yue's face had turned ashen.
Chapter completed!