World Wide Martial Art

"Third Elder...Elder Mo Lin...how...how is it possible. Situ Reading

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Ning Chen stared blankly at the place where Mo Lin fell, muttering to himself. He obviously still couldn't accept the fact that Mo Lin's "True Dragon Secret Technique" failed, but he failed to kill the sect elders like Mo, and the Tianji Palace was defeated.

The Demon Sect's delaying tactics worked.

The duration of the "True Dragon Secret Technique" was delayed, causing Mo Lin to not know whether he was alive or dead.

But now, more than a dozen elite disciples of Tianji Palace, plus Ning Chen, have been completely exposed to all Demon Sect warriors.

Even if they want to form the "Yunfeng Sword Formation" again to fight against the Demon Sect, they are unable to do so. At this moment, everyone in Tianji Hall is so fragile and helpless.

"Everyone, the old man from Hell Gate Prison, as well as one person from Eclipse Valley and Rakshasa Cult, died under Mo Lin's final blow in the battle just now..."

The voice of the old devil Yinhun sounded slowly, which made several other demon sect kings who were extremely excited become stunned at the same time.

Final blow.

Kill three kings in one blow.

In addition to the person who died earlier, that is to say, a total of four people from the Eight Kings Realm died under Mo Lin.

This is a real king-level expert, a true mainstay of the sect. Even if it is a big force like Rakshasa Sect and Hell Sect, it would be extremely heartbreaking to lose one of them. And being able to survive from Mo Lin's hands also left the others with lingering fears...

Fortunately, it was not me who died.

"call--"

Yang Hun took a deep breath and calmed down the excitement in his heart due to his success in bringing down Mo Lin. However, he pretended to be heartbroken and comforted the Rakshasa Sect and other three sects. The elder then followed the ghost and glanced towards the place where Mo Lin fell without any fluctuation in his eyes.

When the king-level elders of the Rakshasa Sect and other sects die, Mo Yuan Sect will naturally not be sad. On the contrary, other demon sect forces lose a king level, which weakens the other party's forces in disguise, which is more conducive to the unification of Mo Yuan Sect. The entire Demon Sect.

It was too late for him to be happy.

Yang Hun thought happily in his heart that Mo Lin had been seriously injured and lost his fighting power. As long as he wiped out the remaining Ning Chen and the Xujing disciples in Tianji Hall, the interception mission would be a success.

The interception and killing of other righteous sects this time has been carefully considered by the senior leaders of the Demon Sect. Before taking action, the strength comparison between the enemy and ourselves was fully considered.

Except for the break of the astrological king, there will not be any major changes.

Therefore, compared with the death of several king-level elders who are not Moyuan Sect, annihilating Tianji Palace and capturing a big figure of Tianji Palace alive is a good opportunity for Moyuan Sect to show its power in Yuanwu.

The Demon Sect’s comeback is just around the corner!

By then, it will be Moyuan Sect's turn to control the entire Yuanwu Continent.

Old Demon Yanghun was secretly happy, thinking about the rewards he would get after returning to Moyuan Sect.

My own and Yin Hun's cultivation had stagnated at the peak of the early King Realm for many years. Perhaps it was time to break through to the Middle King Realm.

The figures of the two soul-devouring elders flashed and quickly flew into the deep pit where Mo Lin fell.

I could see the unconscious Mo Lin below, bleeding from all seven orifices, and his breath was extremely weak. He looked completely different from the heroic figure who had just killed everyone.

The old demon Yang Hun couldn't help but raise his head and laugh, while the Yin Hun also looked extremely happy, with a ferocious smile on his gloomy face.

"Haha, Old Man Mo, it seems that I am the one who has the last laugh. If you have the ability, you should continue to be airy and majestic!"

As long as Mo Lin is captured, all efforts will be worth it.

Amidst the hearty laughter, Yang Hun's old demon's energy condensed into a huge black hand, which he stretched out towards the unconscious Mo Lin...

On the other side, the surviving demon sect warriors surged with majestic killing intent towards the Tianji Palace disciples who were trying to make a final resistance. The last two kings of the Rakshasa Sect Hell Gate stood in the distance, staring with cold eyes. Ning Chen, and Liang Jiuzhou.

One is in the early stage of King Realm, and the other is even more powerful in talent. He is the first of the four most outstanding geniuses in Yuanwu Continent and the first outstanding genius of the Demon-Slaying Gang.

These two people are the key objects to pay attention to.

Especially Liang Jiuzhou.

"Seniors can be killed but not humiliated! There are no cowards in Tianji Palace!"

Although the situation was extremely unfavorable, Liang Jiuzhou still had a determined and proud look on his face, and did not change his expression despite being surrounded and oppressed by the two king realms and dozens of demon sect warriors.

To be able to become the first person of the younger generation in Yuanwu Continent, Liang Jiuzhou's arrogance and spirit are beyond comparison with ordinary people.

"Boy, I will sacrifice you to the soul of my senior brother first!"

The middle-aged King Realm expert from the Rakshasa Cult stared at Liang Jiuzhou with eyes full of murderous intent. The evil energy condensed all over his body, and powerful fluctuations of Yuan Power shone, and then purple-black dark Yuan Power surged out, forming a The light group bombarded Liang Jiuzhou without any hesitation.

One of the people who was killed by Mo Lin's shocking Hundred-foot Dragon Fist was his senior brother. The two had always been good friends, but now they died in Mo Lin's hands.

The middle-aged man's anger towards Tianji Palace can be imagined. Now, Liang Jiuzhou, who is like a spiritual benchmark, has naturally become the primary target for him to vent his anger.

No matter who you are.

No one from Tianji Palace must be left behind.

The elder of the Rakshasa Cult had scarlet eyes, a hint of cruelty at the corner of his mouth, and the purple-black light mass that struck with all his strength swept towards Liang Jiuzhou...

The huge palm condensed by the old demon Yang Hun on the other side was about to catch Mo Lin, who was defenseless.

As for the Demon Sect, they won a great victory.

Everyone's face showed extreme excitement. However, at this moment, the expressions of several kings changed and they all looked up into the void.

An astonishing sound broke through the sky.

"Boohoo!"

A silver-white spear penetrated the evil palm inspired by Old Demon Yanghun.

The sharp spear intent on the spear caused Old Demon Yang Hun's expression to change instantly, and he took a few steps back. But in the next breath, he seemed to have thought of something, and his body surged forward, desperately trying to kill Mo Lin. Say it again.

"Second brother, stop him!"

In fact, he didn't need to explain. The ghost not far from him had already taken action the moment the spear appeared.

The shrill and dark wind was billowing, and in the howling, countless ghosts and hungry ghosts seemed to appear out of thin air, rushing towards the sky where the silver-white spear fell.

The brothers are of the same mind, and they all know that they must control Mo Lin in their own hands.

As long as Mo Lin can be captured or killed alive, it will be a victory for the Demon Sect...

Unexpectedly, the moment after the two soul-eating elders took action, a spiritual bird with green flames all over its body appeared above the head of the old demon Yanghun.

The Qingluan Spirit Bird did not bother Yang Hun, and after roaring sharply, it suddenly opened its beak and spit out a ball of blue flames at him.

This flame is pure and quiet, and it obviously contains extremely high temperatures. Once it appears, the void changes like an illusion. It is the elixir fire of the heaven-level monster Qingluan Spirit Bird, which is incredibly fierce.

If Yang Hun ignores it and insists on continuing to attack Mo Lin, this ball of pill fire will be enough to make him pay a heavy price.

"hateful!"

As a last resort, the Yang Hun Old Demon could only turn around and withdrew his figure like lightning. With a flip of his palm, the billowing energy surged and collided with the ball of pill fire sweeping down from the air.

"boom!"

Demonic energy and flames flew everywhere, and a disgusting stench could be smelled in the air...