Mo Lihai's death tribulation? A pipa melody played in reverse to send you on your way

"Let them tell me."

"Who among the four of you they plan to kill next time."

The night wind blew across the top of the city wall.

Mo Lihai stood nearby, his face, which had still carried a trace of smile moments before, slowly turning serious.

Over these past few days, he had already witnessed Lin Yuan's almost absurdly acute sense of danger.

Before the Mixed Element Umbrella was targeted, Lin Yuan had discovered it in advance.

The moment the four of them prepared to lock down their coordination, the West Qi side immediately began finding ways to separate them.

If it were only once or twice, it could still be called luck.

When it happened too often, continuing to think Lin Yuan was merely guessing blindly meant truly gambling one's life against luck.

"You think the next one is me?"

Mo Lihai asked.

Lin Yuan did not answer immediately.

Thunder patterns slowly emerged in the depths of his pupils.

The perception of the Mystic Thunder Eyes crossed the city wall of Jiameng Pass and fell upon the distant West Qi military camp.

The night could block ordinary sight.

It could not block the Daoist auras remaining between heaven and earth.

Several fluctuations of dharma power that had appeared during the day were intersecting in the distance.

Two of them constantly revolved around a very peculiar aura.

Quiet.

Even to the point of being called "silent".

It was as if something had swallowed all the surrounding sounds.

Lin Yuan lightly raised an eyebrow.

"Eighty percent chance it's you."

Mo Lihai lowered his head to look at the Jasper Pipa in his arms.

"Because of my pipa?"

"The four of you are standing together now."

"Fellow Daoist Mo Liqing has the strongest frontal defense; chewing through him hard is not worth