Mo Jialuo, Mo Jia Asura, Mo Jia City, the names were so similar, who could tell them apart. Du Feng was speechless for a while, he felt that the matters of the Underworld were very troublesome.
In fact, the rules of the Underworld were like this, the same Yaksha realm had Big Yaksha, Little Yaksha, Little Yaksha, the same Rakshasa realm had Big Rakshasa, Rakshasa and Little Rakshasa realm. Although it looked very repetitive, in fact the ranks were very clear. Mo Jialuo's disciples were the same, they all had a Mo Jia in front, but in fact, according to the suffix of the name, they had different seniority.
Du Feng's name did not have a Mo Jia in it, so he said that he was not an official disciple of Mo Jialuo, but only obtained the Cultivation Method Inheritance, which was reasonable. On the contrary, if he dared to brag that he was Mo Jialuo's personal disciple, he would probably be surrounded by the guards of Mo Jia City.
Because the Mo Jia City's City Master was Mo Jialuo's Grand Disciple, and the old man in front of him was Mo Jia City's Deputy City Master, so he could also give orders.
"Senior coming here, is there something you want to do?"
Although the old man's Cultivation was relatively high, but he was still polite to Du Feng. However, because Du Feng was not Mo Jialuo's personal disciple, he would not address him as Martial Uncle or Martial Granduncle.
"Oh, we are going to the Thunder Fall Forest, we just passed by here, nothing much."
Du Feng did not want to stay in Mo Jia City for too long, so as not to give himself away.
"Meeting each other is fate, since this is the case, this junior will give you something."
The old man was relatively polite, he did not look down on Du Feng just because his Cultivation was low. After all, he had obtained Mo Jialuo's Cultivation Method Inheritance, so he still had a very promising future. The old man took out an oil lamp. The oil lamp was small, and its whole body was bronze in colour.
What was this thing used for, even if Du Feng was very knowledgeable, he had never seen anyone use an oil lamp as a weapon.
"This thing is called the Warrior's Lamp, it can summon Mo Jia Warriors three times."
Interesting, Du Feng felt that the Underworld was getting more and more interesting. In the Heavenly Realm, if one wanted a prop type helper, it would usually be a mechanical puppet or a Yellow Turban Strongman transformed from a high-level talisman. In the Netherworld, one could actually use oil lamps to summon Moja Warriors.
Although this Moja Warrior is only a phantom, it has the ability to cause physical damage, which is similar to the Yellow Turban Warrior. They were formed by the accumulation of energy. They could injure the enemy, but they could also be scattered by the enemy.
If it was only the Moka Warrior that was destroyed, then it could be summoned two more times, and each time it could be used for an hour.
In other words, regardless of whether the Moka Warrior was destroyed or not, it could not come out of the oil lamp for more than two hours at a time. If it exceeded two hours, it would dissipate on its own. If he wanted the Moka Warrior to come out, he had to summon it a second time. There were only three chances in total. At most, they could help Du Feng for six hours.
"Thanks a lot!"
Although he could only use it for six hours, Du Feng was already very satisfied. After all, this was the first time he had met the old man. The two of them were neither relatives nor friends, yet he had given him such a big gift. Of course, the biggest reason was that he had left a good impression on the old man after learning the Devil Gama Technique.
"Oh Brother Feng, this is a good thing, we can't buy it even if we have the money."
Duan Lingfeng was very envious after seeing the oil lamp, because he had also heard about the Moka Warrior in the Warrior's Oil Lamp. Every Moka Warrior was not afraid of death, and it was not a problem for them to fight against a small Asura alone. At the critical moment, they could also self-destruct and perish together with the enemy.
Three chances to summon the Moka Warrior, was equivalent to having three more lives. Especially in such a dangerous place like the Thunder Fall Forest, it could be said to be very important.
"Little handsome brother, elder sister's safety is all depending on you."
Even the female Meditation Cultivator's attitude towards Du Feng had become better. Previously she was suspicious of Du Feng's identity, but now that she saw that he actually had a relationship with the higher-ups of the Moka City, the situation was certainly not the same.
"I can't even protect myself, so I have to ask everyone to help me."
Du Feng was not stupid, how could he possibly consume the Moka Warrior to help them. Among the people in this team, only Duan Lingfeng was slightly reliable. When the others were in danger, they simply would not lend a helping hand at all. Especially that female Meditation Cultivator, maybe she even wanted to take the opportunity to snatch his little oil lamp.
Of course, Du Feng would not reveal his thoughts to others. On the surface, he was polite to everyone, and then he set off again.
Looking at the back of Du Feng and the others, the old man's eyes suddenly flashed a sly light. Regarding Du Feng's identity, he seemed to know something, but he did not point it out, and hurriedly returned to the City Lord's Mansion. Inside the City Lord's Mansion sat a middle-aged man with a strong build, he squinted his eyes and leaned against the back of the chair, with his legs crossed, holding a small teapot in his hand.
"Master, that person accepted it."
That's right, the middle-aged man leisurely drinking tea was really the City Lord of Moka City, the only master of the Asura Realm in the city, and also the old man's master. He did not go into closed-door cultivation, in fact, he had been observing the movements of Du Feng and the others. From the moment the blood appeared on Du Feng's wings, he had already been eyeing him.
Then, he deliberately arranged for his disciple, in other words, to go out and talk to Du Feng, and even gave him a small oil lamp.
"Well done, you can go back first, I don't think he will die."
If Du Feng was there, he would definitely be shocked. Not only did the City Lord not intend to expose him, but he also deliberately arranged for someone to give him a small oil lamp, the reason being that he was afraid that he would die on the way. Didn't that mean that the dignified Moka Asura was still worried about his safety?
But why would Moka Asura care about Du Feng's life and death? What kind of major event in the Underworld was involved in Du Feng's life and death?
"By the way, there is something I want to ask you, where did you learn Moka Luo Gong?"
This time, it was Du Feng's turn to ask the Blooming Flower City male ghost cultivator. If it was an ordinary meditation technique, it would be fine. Only Moka Luo's disciples could learn Moka Luo Gong, and the Blooming Flower City male ghost cultivator knew this technique. Did it mean that he was related to Moka Luo when he was alive?
"I don't remember, maybe I was one of his disciples."
The Blooming Flower City male ghost cultivator really couldn't remember, he only remembered that he did know Moka Luo Gong. As a big figure in the Underworld, Moka Luo certainly had more than one disciple. If the Blooming Flower City male ghost cultivator was one of his disciples, it was also possible that his soul was later killed and escaped to the Underworld to become a ghost cultivator.
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