208 Smells Like a Demonic Cult Master

During this period of time, Mo Beiyuan had been frantically searching for the Ten Direction Mystic Spirit Bracelet in the five countries. It was difficult for Shen Lang not to know.

Thunderbolt naturally did not dare to delay and rushed back to report this matter to Mo Beiyuan.

Mo Beiyuan had just taken the medicinal pill that Feng Chen had refined for him with immortal herbs. He sat cross-legged and adjusted his aura when he heard a thunderous report.

"Master, Shen Lang said that he knows the whereabouts of the Ten Direction Mystic Spirit Bracelet."

Mo Beiyuan's closed eyes suddenly opened, and emotions surged in his eyes. His strange eyes rippled, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red, revealing an evil aura.

Thunderbolt was stunned. His master's face, coupled with his gaze, really had the aura of a demonic cult master.

"Ten Direction Mystic Spirit Bracelet?" Mo Beiyuan's voice was a little hoarse.