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Chapter 1286 Disciple surrenders and salutes (please subscribe and collect)
What a joke, eight powerful False God realms were decapitated in the blink of an eye.

There was no fight in the whole process, just like eight pieces of wood sticking there, let Mo Junrong chop casually.

These eight are human beings, so how could they just stand there and wait to die.

It must be that Mo Junrong is too strong, so that they have no ability to resist.

It was terrible, the pressure Mo Junrong brought to everyone was greater than that of the Mandate of Heaven.

Behind the crowd, many disciples retreated tremblingly, wanting to escape from the Palace of Destiny.

If it really doesn't work, it's okay to escape from Chentian Wonderland.

Even if there is no way to replenish the power of the stars, and the cultivation base drops rapidly, it is better than staying here and losing your life at any time.

Besides, even if one has already reached the False God Realm, even if one loses one's cultivation base, one can return faster than normal people after cultivating with the power of heaven and earth.

If you are lucky, you can become a False God Realm powerhouse again after 30 or [-] years, and the loss is acceptable.

However, Mo Junrong noticed their stealthy move away.

How could Mo Junrong allow them to escape? The God of Stars wanted to control the entire Chentian Wonderland, including of course the disciples of the Destiny Palace in the Chentian Wonderland.

He raised the long sword and threw it upwards, using Wen Jianzong's sword control method, and swiped his fingers horizontally.

"Curly Cloud Falling Rain Sword!"

On the flintstone long sword that was thrown up, the golden-red light suddenly parted to both sides.

The separated bright lights quickly condensed and transformed into six similarly shaped sword lights.

Then Mo Junrong used the six sword lights to use the Sword of Rolling Clouds and Falling Rain, and shot down at the disciple who had fled to the furthest distance.

The disciple heard the wind behind him, and hurriedly rolled on the floor to avoid the falling sword light.

Pa pa pa pa, the first three sword lights missed and pierced the stone bricks on the ground one by one.

A long string of sparks rose from the bluestone bricks, and Jian Guang left a large molten hole in them.

The diameter of the big hole is about the same as that of a human head, and the inside is filled with red-hot gleams. The depth may have already penetrated the stone bricks of the main hall and reached the base of the star sea below.

The disciple reacted very quickly. After dodging the first three sword lights by rolling, he took advantage of the situation and threw out his crescent scimitar.

When the scimitar collided with the fourth sword light, a circle of golden and red clouds exploded.

But the fifth and sixth sword lights followed too closely, and there was no way to stop them.

Two rays of light flashed by, one sword fell to the abdomen, and the other sword fell to the face.

Huge holes had been pierced through the abdomen, and almost the entire head had been burned out.

Seeing this, the other disciples who were running away all backed their feet in fright, not daring to continue to advance outside the hall.

Mo Junrong's cold voice sounded from behind again: "If you refuse to surrender, or escape from Chentian Wonderland without authorization, it will be considered as a betrayal of the Palace of Destiny.

According to the rules of the Palace of Destiny, traitors will be shot and killed! "

No matter what traitor is shot, Tianming Palace has never had such a rule.

Obviously, this so-called rule was temporarily fabricated by Mo Junrong.

But in the current situation, no one dared to refute.

What is the result of the refutation? Those corpses on the ground are the best example.

Seeing that the crowd gradually became quiet and those disciples who were trying to escape quietly returned, Mo Junrong was very satisfied.

Sure enough, in the face of death, even a cultivator would give in.

He put the firestone long sword into the star melting empty box, smoothed his robes, and showed a kind smile on his ferocious face.

I sang the black face just now, now it's time to sing the red face.

But in the eyes of the disciples, that kind smile was so frightening, and there was still the killing intent that chilled to the marrow just now.

"Okay, the traitor has been eliminated, I believe that all of you present are true disciples of Destiny Palace.

Now, Tianming Palace needs a master, and Chentian Wonderland also needs a master.

And the God of Stars is the new lord of our Destiny Palace, the master of Chentian Wonderland.

Facing the palace lord, I don't need to remind you what to do next. "

Disciples, you look at me, and I look at you.

Soon, some timid disciples knelt down on the ground, kowtowed with stars' splendor in their hands.

Then he stood up again and performed the common bowing in Yunxiu Continent.

Some people took the lead in surrendering, and others gradually put down their bodies and began to salute and kowtow.

Mo Junrong moved two feet to the side and moved to the side to avoid standing between the disciples and the God of Stars.

He squinted his eyes and observed quietly, watching the disciples salute one by one, making sure that there were no thorns.

After all the disciples saluted, Mo Junrong smiled and turned around to salute the God of Stars himself.

"God of the stars, all the disciples of the Palace of Destiny gather together and wait for the palace lord to dispatch!"

General Chen looked down at Mo Junrong and nodded in satisfaction.

Of course, this nodding motion was just a slight shake of the crystal ball covering his head.

Mo Junrong successfully controlled all the disciples of the Destiny Palace. Although the process was a bit cumbersome, the effect was better than that of General Chen himself.

If General Chen takes action, he will kill all human beings in Chen Tianxian territory except Mo Junrong.

Then use the fire of glory to resurrect them into blazing souls.

Of course, the fighting power of Blazing Soul is much worse than that of these human cultivators.

Mo Junrong's approach preserved the strength of the Palace of Destiny to the greatest extent. Human beings in the divine realm are more useful than those burning bones.

General Chen released a mental wave: "Everyone go back to practice hard and work hard to increase your cultivation.

Destiny Palace's conquest of Yunxiu Continent is just around the corner, and you will surely witness this millennium grand scene! "

All the disciples breathed a sigh of relief when they found that the God of Stars did not blame him, nor did he have any special requirements.

It's just going back to practice. It seems that this grotesque god of stars is the kind of master who doesn't care about things.

It's so good, life is still going on as before, it doesn't seem to affect the Palace of Destiny to change the lord.

The disciples glanced at the corpses on the ground, feeling sorry for these unlucky people who died inexplicably.

If I had known that the God of the Stars didn’t care about anything, what would you do to stand up and resist? You lost your lives in vain.

The disciples set up Liu Guang and left quickly, and the number of people in the Hall of Destiny became smaller and smaller.

Mo Junrong stood there without moving. He received another mental wave from the God of Stars and wanted to stay here to wait for orders.

Soon, all the disciples left, leaving only Mo Junrong.

Mo Junrong immediately ran to the bottom of the high platform, cupped his hands and bowed in salute.

"Disciple Mo Junrong is here to listen, what orders does the God of Stars have?"

"There are three things for you to do.

The first thing is that the disciples of Tianming Palace have surrendered, but they are not loyal enough.

Take this and spread it around the residences of the Destiny Palace to ensure that everyone can enjoy it. "

Accompanied by mental fluctuations, General Chen slightly raised his black as dry wood hand, and opened another star melting box next to the armrest of the throne.

A crystal bottle flew out of the box, and the bottle was filled with continuously rotating flame-like mist, like a tornado.

The crystal bottle flew into Mo Junrong's hands, and it felt a little heavy, like a big lump of iron.

Mo Junrong didn't know what it was, hesitated for a moment, but put it away obediently.

(End of this chapter)