Yaozu

With just a few words, Mo Deshen made a vague guess, knowing that it must be Yan Feixiong's confidant who was in crisis and had an accident.

Seeing that Yan Feixiong didn't want to say more, and was suppressing the anxiety in his eyes, Mo Delan even pursed the corners of his mouth, feeling very happy in his heart, and repeated a lot of long-winded words, which tended to pull Yan Feixiong to talk.

Yan Feixiong was naturally annoyed, so he suppressed his anger, said a few perfunctory words, and left, continuing to run towards the northwest.

Du Feiyun, who stayed low-key in the team, also heard the conversation between the two clearly, and learned that Yan Feixiong turned out to be a true disciple of the Qingshan Sword Sect, and that the direction he was flying all the way to was the valley where he killed Qin Shounan, and he felt in his heart Immediately realized something.

Looking at the back of Yan Feixiong who disappeared, Du Feiyun frowned slightly, and a hint of worry rose in his heart.Just when he turned his head back, when he raised his head, he found that Mo Delan was also staring at the direction where Yan Feixiong disappeared, and also cast a glance at Du Feiyun with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Seeing Mo Depression's expression, Du Feiyun's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself: "Could it be that Mo Depression has seen something? If he suspects me based on these clips, then he is too smart. "

Du Feiyun continued to follow the team and galloped forward, deliberately pretending that he had never seen Mo's depressed expression, but he was secretly startled.

In just a short while, Mo Deshen led the team to rush to the mountain peak of the Duanyang Tribe. After checking the situation in the field, he took the lead and rushed up the mountain peak.

Du Feiyun stayed in the team all the time, keeping a low profile to the point of being inconspicuous, while rushing towards the top of the mountain, secretly looking around and checking the battle situation.

All the way up, the surroundings of the mountain were covered with dark red or dark purple blood, and the corpses of demons could be seen everywhere, most of which were incomplete. Obviously, the fighting situation was very tragic.

At this time, the battle was not over yet, and fierce fighting was still going on on the square at the top of the mountain.The few hundred demons remaining in the Duanyang tribe are still under the leadership of a dozen strong demon kings, fighting stubbornly and guarding in front of the palace of the demon king.

The disciples of Liuyun Sect and Qingshan Sword Sect reached about 2000 immediately after Mo Deshen led people to help them.

The Duanyang tribe's side was at the end of their strength and resisted stubbornly, but the Taoist monks' side was full of morale and their prestige was greatly shaken.

It is foreseeable that the battle has come to an end, and the Duanyang tribe will definitely perish.

More than a thousand disciples of Liuyunzong formed a small team, and they were on the left side of the square, fighting against the demons.Hundreds of disciples of Qingshan Sword Sect were in the right half of the square, each forming a sword formation to kill the enemy.

On the side of the Duanyang Tribe, in addition to the Duanyang Demon King, there are also twelve strong Demon Kings. Obviously, some people also came to reinforce them, but they were unable to turn the tide and just held on helplessly.

Mo Deshen led more than [-] disciples of Liu Yunzong rushed to the top of the mountain and came to the square, which immediately attracted the attention of all parties.However, he did not order the disciples behind him to attack. Instead, he spread his wings and floated leisurely in the air, checking the battle situation.

In a short while, Mo Deshen had a panoramic view of the battle situation in the square, he had some concerns in his heart, a smile appeared on his face, and his hearty voice spread throughout the square. "Senior brother Qingchen, I didn't expect that even the disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect would come to help you destroy the demons. It seems that you really have a lot of friends and admiration."

Although the words are hearty and heroic, they seem to be praises, but they are actually derogatory. Under the hood, Wu Qingchen needs to borrow external force to destroy the demons, so he asks the disciples of Qingshan Sword Sect to help.

Originally, Mo Meishen and Wu Qingchen were both true disciples, so they shouldn't have said these words under the watchful eyes of everyone.However, Mo Depression and Wu Qingchen have been fighting each other and secretly competing for the head of the sect for several years. Many inner disciples and true disciples of Liuyun Sect know about this.

Agitated by Mo Xishen's seemingly derogatory words, Wu Qingchen, who was fighting fiercely with the Duanyang Demon King in the air, also had a gloomy face, with a cold light in his eyes, and said with a sneer, "Junior Despair came so quickly, shouldn't it be It was the one who was killed by the Mutu tribe and retreated steadily, so you came to ask me for help?"

Wu Qingchen and Mo are depressed, one of them looks feminine but sharp-edged, the other looks bright and bold but is good at calculating.However, the two have one thing in common, that is, they are both arrogant and conceited people.

Therefore, even in a verbal contest, Wu Qingchen was determined not to lose out.

Looking into the distance with morose eyes, Wu Qingchen, who was in the midst of fighting with the demon king, had a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, and said jokingly: "Depressed and weak, I don't think I can compete with Senior Brother Qingchen!" Shoulder to shoulder. However, Depression wiped out the Mutu tribe in [-] hours."

"Brother Qingchen, I have always regarded you as a role model for struggle and learning, but I didn't expect you to ask for help, and you have not been able to solve the Duanyang tribe until now. It is really disappointing."

Mo Shen's tone of faint disappointment spread throughout the square, and Wu Qingchen, who was flying around with vibrating wings in the sky, became even more gloomy, his expression became more ugly, and the anger in his eyes became even more intense.

While manipulating the golden sword gang to start a fierce fight with Duanyang Demon King, he turned his head and gave Mo Mo a dejected look, which was full of provocation. "Brother Depression, since you are so powerful, why not let senior brother see your strength?"

"Mo Depression, do you dare to bet with me? We will bet on who can kill more demon kings before we wipe out the Duanyang tribe, do you dare to bet?"

Before entering the underground world, these two true disciples had already started a contest, comparing each other to see who could use the strength and influence in their hands to wipe out the target tribe in the shortest time.

Now, Wu Qingchen has fallen behind and lost a game.With his haughty and arrogant personality, he couldn't bear Mo's depressing teasing and ridicule, and he didn't want to waste any more words, so he brought up gambling again as soon as he changed his mind.

As long as he can win this gambling fight, he can win another victory, and the contest between the two can be regarded as a tie, and he can save some face.

How could Mo Deshen not understand Wu Qingchen's plan, so he naturally understood his intention in an instant, his eyes swept across the audience, and when he saw that those demon kings who were stubbornly resisting were already at the end of their battles, he knew it in his heart.

"Senior brother Qingchen is so interested in gambling and wants to fight in public, so he will gladly accept his advice. However, if the comrades of the Qingshan Sword Sect help you kill the demon king and get the head, I wonder if it counts?"

There are only more than 400 disciples of his own faction brought by Mo Depression. Among them, there are only seven innate disciples who can fight against the strong devil king, and only eight of them together with himself.

As for Wu Qingchen's faction, there are nine innate stage disciples, and there are four innate stage monks who came to support Qingshan Sword Sect.Compared with the two, Mo Deshen was naturally at a disadvantage, so he asked this question.

Everyone could clearly see the difference in strength between the two sides. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wu Qingchen couldn't bear to ask the disciples of Qingshan Sword Sect to help.After all, if the disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect were required to help in the gambling fight among the true disciples of the Liuyun Sect, it would inevitably come true and be criticized by others, and Wu Qingchen couldn't afford to lose that face.

"This is a gamble between you and me, fellow Qingshan Sword Sect, naturally there is no need to help me."

"Okay, I agree. Then tell me, what are we betting on? If there is no prize, I don't want to waste time with you!" As soon as Wu Qingchen's voice fell, Mo Mo readily agreed.

"A middle-grade spiritual weapon!" Mo Depression readily agreed, and Wu Qingchen blurted out instantly, not to be outdone.

A middle-grade spiritual weapon is absolutely priceless. Even if a true disciple takes out a middle-grade spiritual weapon, it will be very painful.

After all, spiritual weapons are only qualified to be refined by great monks at the alchemy stage, and only a few true disciples who have reached the alchemy stage and those elders in Liuyunzong are able to refine them.

Even if they are as rich as Wu Qingchen and Mo Depression, they only have four or five middle-grade spiritual weapons in their entire net worth, and taking out one of them to gamble is definitely a big prize.

"Okay, then it's settled. Now, let's start!" Since Wu Qingchen had the courage to take out a middle-grade spiritual weapon as a prize, Mo Depression had no reason to refuse, let alone stage fright, so he made a decision on the spot Casino fight.

In the square, more than a thousand disciples of Liuyun Sect were all eagerly waiting, with excitement and anticipation shining in their eyes.After all, it is a rare opportunity to witness the contest between true disciples.

As for the twelve strong demon kings including Duanyang Demon King, their noses were about to crooked at this time, all of them had dark faces, their murderous aura soared, and they wished to chop Wu Qingchen and Mo Depression into pieces.

Too much deception!Too much deception!

Wu Qingchen and Mo Xishen actually regarded them as nothing, and directly regarded them as lambs to be slaughtered in public, as bargaining chips for gambling. How could this kind of shame and hatred not drive them crazy?

On the contrary, Du Feiyun, who was hiding in the crowd, looked at Mo Depression and Wu Qingchen in the air with great interest at this time, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.At the same time, his eyes looked at the twelve scarred and stubborn demon king powerhouses, flashing with hot light.

He did not forget that before he set off, the mission elder of Liuyunzong once said that by killing ten strong demon kings, the mission can be completed and exchanged for a low-grade spiritual weapon and a Qingyun Traceability Pill.

Needless to say how precious the spiritual weapon is, the effect of the Qingyun Traceability Pill is even more powerful. After taking it, it will increase a Jiazi's 60-year skill out of thin air. How powerful is that?Du Feiyun had no doubts at all, as long as he could get a Qingyun Tracing Origin Pill, he would be able to advance to the Xiantian stage soon.

With such a generous reward, how could he not be tempted, how could he not have hot eyes?

Perhaps, a mere outer disciple doesn't have the guts to play against the devil king, let alone play tricks under the eyes of a true disciple.

However, what Du Feiyun lacked the most was courage!He has a very thorough understanding of the principle of seeking wealth and insurance, high risk and high return.

He looked back and forth between Mo Deshen and Wu Qingchen, thinking to himself: "Hurry up, if you don't start fighting, how can I take advantage of the muddy water?"

"As true disciples, it is naturally impossible for you to lower your figure in public and cut off the ears of the demon king's corpse, so I will do it for you."

"Wu Qingchen, Wu Qingchen, you deliberately framed me a few hours ago and almost killed me and Ning Xuewei. Now I'm not being polite to you. I'll take away as many demon kings as you kill later." How many!"

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