Legendary Pharmacist

"...At this speed, in two hours, he will be able to completely quell the battle in the mountains."

The volume of the disciple's speech gradually became lower, as if he knew that this result would disappoint the two elders.

Pa, upon hearing this, Ming Chengxi slapped the table heavily, with such force that he pressed a palm print directly on the wooden board.

"Crazy, downright crazy!

How dare Mo Junrong do such a thing, isn't he afraid of offending the world's sects, and being stabbed in the back by the world's cultivators? "

Forty-seven sighed, patted Ming Chengxi's fat shoulder to persuade: "It's useless for you to be angry here, Mo Junrong walks the way of convincing people with force.

As long as the three major sects support him, he can suppress as much as he wants without annexing those small sects.

Unless there is another force that can counteract the three major sects, those small sects will have a chance to stand up and speak out. "

Ming Chengxi had a gloomy expression on his face, and he still did not give up and asked: "You mean this plan failed? We failed to dismantle the demon-slaying righteousness."

Forty-seven nodded: "It did fail.

When the magic soldier is really born, there will be another big battle here, which is a big battle to kill evil spirits and eliminate dissidents.

Since we are powerless, it is better for us to evacuate as soon as possible, so as not to be involved in the battle and damage our disciples. "

Ming Chengxi's complexion completely collapsed, the fat on his cheeks hang down limply, and he sighed: "Okay, this is the end of the matter, we can only go back and report the result to the suzerain sooner."

On the other side, Mo Junrong led two hundred demon-killing righteous masters, sweeping across the mountains and forests like a wind and clouds, and arrested all those who were fighting.

However, after cleaning like this for a while, his confident and heroic mood suddenly felt a bit of coolness, as strange and strange as a snowflake falling on his heart.

How could this be so, there seems to be no problem with the body, so is he under some kind of spell?

Urge Qi Jin to walk along the meridians in the body, and found no trace of being invaded by the magic, so he should not have been hit.

So what's the matter with this uncomfortable feeling?

Mo Junrong frowned and thought about it, trying to find out the reason.

It took a full three sticks of incense time before a guess came to his mind.

I have long been a cultivator of the divine realm. It is said that the cultivators of the divine realm have a certain degree of connection with the world of cloud sleeves because they have absorbed a lot of power from heaven and earth in their bodies.

And this kind of connection will bring a kind of ability similar to predicting the future to the cultivator of the divine realm.

Although this ability is very vague, it can be used to point out the direction, and this ability will also increase with the improvement of the realm.

Mo Junrong's heart trembled. Could it be that his uncomfortable feeling was a prediction of the future?

Something bad is definitely going to happen, or is happening.

He twisted his body in the air to change the direction he was facing, looking for the hint information brought by this uncomfortable feeling.

He soon discovered that there was one direction where the feeling of discomfort was the strongest, and that was the direction he had just flown from.

"Stop advancing!"

He raised his hand and shouted,

Order all practitioners to stop flying forward.

Then he ordered: "Everyone turn around and return to the same direction in the direction we came from just now!"

Hong Xiaohuanfei leaned over and asked puzzledly: "Why did you go back? There are still many people who have been bewitched by the devil and have not dealt with them. We can't give up halfway."

Mo Junrong's expression was very serious: "Listen to me, you are right, you have to go back the same way, there must be a problem later."

Seeing that Mo Junrong's attitude was so firm, Hong Xiaohuan couldn't say anything, so he nodded in agreement.

Flying back quickly with two hundred demon-killing righteous masters, Mo Junrong swept his sharp eyes back and forth across the forest like a hunting eagle.

A bunch of cultivators tied up with magic ropes, a tree that collapsed due to the battle, just like when I left just now, there seems to be no problem.

Moving forward, after flying for four incense sticks, Mo Junrong saw a group of practitioners bound by spells.

Wait, why did some of the practitioners stand up one after another? Has the magic rope been broken?

With a thump in his heart, he quickly waved his hands to greet the demon-killing righteous crowd to follow him and fly down, approaching the group of practitioners who should be restrained.

As the distance approached, Mo Junrong's heart beat faster and faster, and all his attention was focused on a practitioner in a white robe.

This figure, this face, and these gestures are all too familiar.

Isn't this person the one I pour dirty water on every day, the big devil who I want to find and kill all the time, arrest the famous Zheng Qiu on the flyer!

The uncomfortable feeling in Mo Junrong's heart was instantly swept away, and was replaced by endless ecstasy.

This is a great thing for the pie in the sky!

Although I don't know why Zheng Qiu appeared here, Zheng Qiu has already been labeled as a devil, and has been listed as one of the biggest enemies by Moqiu Zhengqi.

As long as I get rid of him here, it is tantamount to completing a feat, which is something that even hundreds of cultivators on the boundless Tianhe have not been able to do.

In the end, his reputation and prestige will reach a whole new level, an unparalleled level.

By that time, I will have enough capital to bargain with the old fellows of the three sects, and truly take part of the power of exterminating demons and righteousness into my own hands.

Thinking of this, Mo Junrong suddenly mobilized his energy, pointed at the white-robed cultivator on the ground and shouted: "Look, that's the big devil Zheng Qiu!

It turned out that he was bewitching the practitioners here, making everyone kill each other.

Now they dare to follow behind us and release those bewitched people again, it is simply lawless!

Everyone listened to the order and used all their strength to kill him. This monster is very powerful. I don't want anyone to lose their lives because of carelessness! "

On the ground, Zheng Qiu was distributing the vine powder of the tranquilizing medicine to the rescued cultivators to help them wake up from excitement and impulsiveness.

Suddenly he felt a large area approaching, and within a short time, there was a vigorous roar in the air.

Looking up, there are more than two hundred cultivators in the sky, holding up the shining blades, flying down aggressively.

And the person in the lead with the golden and red streamer should be Mo Junrong, the demon slayer.

Zheng Qiu felt strange, and secretly followed behind the demon-killing righteousness team, and rescued the bound practitioners one by one.

During the whole process, I didn't let the demon-killing righteous people see it. It stands to reason that Mo Junrong and the others wouldn't turn back.

But now, it seems that this group of people has been prepared for a long time, where is the truth revealed.

Zheng Qiu didn't expect it, and Mo Junrong didn't know that he was following, it was all guesswork.

Seeing the group of people flying down in the air, Zheng Qiu didn't have so much time to think about it, and turned to urge the newly rescued cultivator: "If you don't want to get involved in the battle, hurry up, I don't have the time to protect you."

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