268 Liters Of Rice Breeds Grace, Buckets Of Rice Breeds Hatred

However, when this terrifying elemental energy reached the hall entrance, it suddenly disappeared without a trace. The eyebrow-less man stepped out of the hall, his killing intent soaring straight towards the Five Elements Desolate City's sky.

The old fisherman's lazy voice transmitted next to Mo Wuji's ear, "This little browless kid will vanish. Remember what I tasked you to do ah."

"Wait, kill all the True God Stage experts here, I can't beat them. Also, I want the Green Cloud Fort Shen Baiqi's storage ring, I want to give that to a friend…" Mo Wuji hurried to the door and shouted.

Shen Baiqi had been killed, but Mo Wuji must return his things back to Shen Lian. Otherwise, how could he live up to the help Shen Lian offered him.

"Pui Pui…" Several beams of light shot in. Each beam of light pierced through the forehead of the Zhen Mo Continent's True God experts, bringing along a slight trail of blood.

"Ding!" Following which, a storage ring landed by Mo Wuji's side.