Chapter 641 Who are you? Why are you stealing the show?
"Bang"
Above the Sin Abyss, Mo Jun had an expressionless face. He held the magic sword made of spiritual wood in his hand and stabbed it into the center of the seal formation in front of him with a casual move. Under the impact of spiritual energy, the seal flowed as if there was a poor contact, flickering in an instant, and brought about jumping flames.
The spiritual energy rebounded, but was suppressed by Mo Jun who waved his wide long sleeves. The black symbols on the outside of his clothes shone brightly, like a wall, and easily extinguished the recoil.
It is obvious that this seal was not set by the Mo family.
Its ring-shaped structure carries yin and yang energies, which flow like a fish. When in operation, it uses masculine force to suppress and disperse evil spirits, and uses yin and feminine force to defend, like a torrent surrounding and suppressing the invasion of evil spirits.
The internal nodes are hidden using the mustard seed Sumeru method, making it look like an ordinary glowing aperture.
It should be the magical suppression technique of Liangyi Weichen Mountain.
This formation alone can clear the demonic energy within a hundred miles, which is really powerful. If ordinary cultivators come here, let alone look for the center of the formation, they may not even be able to see the general shape of the formation.
But that is for ordinary monks.
For an unconventional cultivator like Mo Jun who has a wide range of knowledge, breaking this magic is easy. It is no more difficult than the eighteen seals of different colors that he had just broken in succession.
"Stop! Devil-possessed maniac! Stay away from that seal!"
Mo Jun held the sword in his hand and flashed to the next sealed place. Just as he stood firm, several law enforcement officers from the Mingliyuan who were fighting fiercely around him rushed towards him with roars.
Those tough guys from Mingliyuan saw it clearly just now.
Everyone was fighting against the Sin Abyss Demon Tide, so that these rioting evil creatures would not interfere with other creatures in the Bitter Wood Realm. You, Mo Jun, actually took this opportunity to pry open the Immortal Alliance.
Nineteen sealing formations were broken in a row, causing the circle of demonic energy to become more than ten times thicker within thirty breaths!
If this continues, who knows what trouble this bastard might cause.
The most important thing is that there are more than thousands of seals above the Sin Abyss. It seems chaotic and disorderly, but in fact it was deliberately laid down by the sages five hundred years ago. Various seals were formed into a large formation to suppress and cleanse the evil spirit.
The seals in each place are useful, and when combined with each other they can exert 200% of their effectiveness.
If we ignore Mo Lan's destruction now and allow him to lift the seal of this corner of the land, it is likely to affect the operation of the entire formation, causing the demonic tide to intensify or even fail to suppress it!
How can this be tolerated?
But when this group of strong men rushed over with the strength of moving mountains, they were stunned. They were far away and could not see clearly enough. Only after getting closer did they find that the leader of Mo Shuang Mountain in front of them was surrounded by a heavy demonic aura.
Its shape was extremely ethereal, just like the spiritual energy entwined around it, turning into black clouds covering its body, and also transforming into various ferocious beasts, and even gathering black branches and flowers above Mo Jun's head.
"roll!"
A group of law enforcement officers started punching.
But Mo Jun turned around and threw out an eighth-level Hun Tian. The sophisticated magic weapon spun rapidly, bringing out the Five Elements Magic, but it changed from the Yang Five Elements commonly used by the Mo family to the Yin Five Elements that were sinister and cold, turning everything upside down.
When the Rubik's Cube spun one circle, seven or eight magic spells were cast, either binding or impacting, knocking seven or eight law enforcement officers back far away.
When Mo Jun turned around, everyone was even more shocked.
The famous and learned monk in Ku Mu Realm now had eyes as dark as ink, without even the white of his eyes visible.
This is being possessed by a demon!
"Please wait a moment, brothers."
After repelling the wise law enforcers, seeing that they were about to charge again, Mo Jun snorted coldly, and the eighth-level Hun Tian rotated, and cast another binding immortal spell, trapping them in place and making them unable to move.
After doing this, Mo Jun turned around and said to the sin abyss in the distance behind him, where the demonic energy was rolling, in a gentle tone that made one's scalp tingle:
"Once I break one more, I can get you out of this sinful abyss."
"Junior brother is really capable. Don't be distracted and speed up!"
Behind Mo Jun, various demonic projections appeared in the endless vibration of demonic energy.
But they were all disciples of the Mohist sect five hundred years ago. Each of them transformed into an upper body, and with the posture of a demon commander, they laughed wildly and urged Mo Jun to break the seal.
The leader among them had a single horn on his head, flowing black hair, scales all over his skin, and a pair of bloodshot eyes. At first glance, he was obviously the great devil from the Bitter Sea Realm.
He bewitched:
“Once we are out of the Sin Abyss, I will work with my junior brother in this Bitter Wood Realm to rebuild the inheritance of our Mohist Immortal Sect, kill all those who harmed us, and avenge Juzi.
We have been prepared in the Abyss of Sin, and we only need to wait for our junior brother to break the seal above. Then we can launch the internal and external forces, and kill the Lord Lin as soon as he comes out!
Junior brother, you have freed us from the Sin Abyss this time, which is a great achievement. I will then grant you the position of the sect's great elder."
"Brothers and sisters, please wait a moment."
Mo Jun replied in a hoarse voice, then walked towards the next seal with the magic sword in hand.
This scene was not hidden from the seven or eight bound Mingliyuan law enforcement officers. How could they not understand it at this point?
This is Mo Jun of the Mohist School, who was bewitched by his fellow disciples who had become demons five hundred years ago!
He had a delusion in his mind, to release all his former fellow disciples from the abyss of sin.
How is this possible?
The law enforcers of the Mingli Court who have been garrisoning the Sin Abyss for a long time know best that in the past riots in the Sin Abyss, the most ferocious ones were the possessed monsters, but behind them there were always great demon cultivators instigating them.
This group of people have been wanting to escape from the Sin Abyss for a long time, and the chaos in the West Sea at this time actually gave this group of evil cultivators an opportunity.
"This is for my Mohist sect..."
Mo Jun really seemed to be bewitched. He raised the magic sword in his hand and circled it around his body. The formation in front of him had a strong Mo formation style. This should be the formation he set up here at the invitation of the Immortal Alliance.
It’s also easy to unlock.
But just as Mo Jun was about to remove the seal, a golden sky fire suddenly fell from the sky, transformed into a flying phoenix, and hit Mo Jun's feet with a hissing sound, forcing him to retreat.
“Master!”
Shi Yan, wearing a red golden crow robe, walked out from the raging flames. A fire spirit pattern lit up on her forehead, and her hands held up dancing flames. Her true sun fire was the most masculine thing in the world.
As soon as Pu appeared, he forced back the thick evil spirit around him.
"Master, please don't do this again. Isn't today's chaos enough? Stop now and return to the mountain with us!"
Shi Yan protected the seal behind her and called out sadly.
Tears come to my eyes.
"Whoosh"
Zouwu Che also appeared above the Sin Abyss despite the surging demonic energy. There was Liu Chu holding a golden magic sword, Sanbao holding a spiritual banner, and Jiang Xia holding the Xuantian sword with a cold face.
The last one is Senior Sister Chenyu who is holding a scarlet magic spear and wearing a mask.
Well, the eldest sister is not very good at acting, so she can only wear a mask to cover her facial expressions to prevent others from noticing any clues.
"Master! That's enough! Look around! This is not the way you used to do things!"
Liu Chu's hands were shaking as he held the magic sword.
On the one hand, this is the agreed procedure.
On the other hand, seeing that the master was truly possessed by a demon, and seeing the remains of the 19 formations that were destroyed by the master alone, his heart suddenly turned cold.
Master is risking everything.
He committed such a heinous act at such a critical moment. When the matter is settled later, the leader will really be imprisoned in the Demon-Suppressing Tower and bear a bad reputation.
"Bang"
Boss Jiang, the dramatic master, had a complicated expression on his face at this moment, three parts of the pain of his fellow disciples fighting each other, three parts of the loss of his idol being shattered, and three parts of the worry of facing a strong enemy.
The last point is the resentment that has to be done.
He placed the Xuantian sword in his hand on the ground, stretched out his hand to draw out the Zhantianling sword, and used the Kunxuan scabbard to activate the Kunxuan Eight-Part Seal to protect the large .
It was not just intentional or unintentional, the edge of the seal just happened to protect the seven or eight bound Mingliyuan law enforcement officers.
"Master! Stop it, there are only people from the Immortal Alliance outside."
Holding the magic sword, Lao Jiang half-knelt on the ground, wiping his tears, and cried out in a sad voice:
"More than ten immortals have gathered here on the West Sea. It will be too late if we make any more mistakes. Master, please don't make any more mistakes. We know that you have always missed the Mohist Immortal Sect.
But the sect you longed for has been destroyed.
You are now the leader of Mo Shuang Mountain, and hundreds of people in the sect are counting on you.
How can you forget about the people who follow you now because of the regrets in the past? How will everyone in the sect think of you if you behave like this? How will Mo Shuangshan survive in this Bitter Wood Realm from now on?"
This posture made Sanbao beside him gasp in amazement.
Look, what is professionalism?
If they had not discussed it beforehand, Jiang's performance would have been so good that he could have concealed it from not only outsiders but even his own family members.
But when the time came, Sanbao had no time to think too much.
The bald elder also stepped forward holding a spirit banner and said loudly:
"I have received the Master's kindness and have practiced in the sect for more than a hundred years. I dare not betray him. Lord Mo, please put down your magic weapon. I have three demon-repelling golden pills that can help the Master clear his mind of all delusions. Please don't take them..."
"Whoosh"
Before Sanbao finished speaking, Mo Jun raised his hand, and the spiritual wood magic sword turned into thousands of sword lights. He didn't care and killed all the disciples in front of him!
"Yes, Junior Brother, that's it!"
The big demon shadow behind Mo Jun is still tempting:
"You are a member of my Mohist sect in life, and you will be a ghost of my sect in death!
What can I say to these ignorant little cultivators? What a bullshit Mo Shuang Mountain! They dared to seize the orthodoxy of my Mohist school. When we get out, we will definitely kill these frauds who have deceived the world and stolen the name!
Don't get entangled with them, junior brother.
Broken seal!
If one more person goes bad, we can come out! We will protect you then. In this devastated world of Kumu Realm, who can fight you? Let's fight our way up Tongtian Mountain and chop down the old thief Fushi!
When the time comes, I will use a secret method to extract his power and transfer it to you, so that you can also find a throne on the other side and taste the pleasure of having the most power in the world."
It was not known whether the bewitching power was too strong or Mo Jun himself was possessed and out of control, but the next moment, he transformed into an external incarnation and fought with the four disciples in front of him.
Its real body took a step forward, trying to break another sealing formation, so that the fellow disciples of the Mohist sect could walk out of the abyss of sin.
"Fellow Daoists! Quickly protect the formation!"
This scene made seven or eight Mingliyuan law enforcement officers shout loudly in panic. Lao Jiang, with the power of the magic treasure, was the first to kill the incarnation of the leader, and his figure flashed and landed in front of Mo Jun.
Holding the magic sword, with tears on his face and emotions almost out of control, he shouted to the headmaster:
"Don't go any further, Master! Don't force us to kill each other. Please, wake up!"
"I am Mo Lan from the Mo Clan! I was that person five hundred years ago, and I am still that person five hundred years later!"
Mo Jun said in a dry voice:
"Moshuang Mountain was originally a place I wanted to go. Now that the sect has been returned, you can go on your own. There is no longer any relationship between me and you.
If you dare to stop me...
Kill you! "
Hearing this, Old Jiang stood there in a daze as if struck by lightning. He was so sad and distressed that he wanted to strike this young man down until he would sway like a willow in the wind.
I am afraid that my hands and feet will be cold and my heart will be dead.
The acting is so good.
The seven or eight passionate and tough men from the Mingli Academy behind him felt very uncomfortable. These rough guys hated to see such things as betrayal and betrayal.
"The guy holding the sword over there! Don't think too much, the seal is important!"
A bald law enforcement officer shouted to the emaciated Old Jiang:
"Don't worry about the past. Mo Lan has gone mad and doesn't want you. The Immortal Alliance will definitely not ignore your Mo Shuang Mountain inheritance because of this. The most important thing right now is to stop the demon-possessed person.
Don’t let any lives be destroyed!”
"You guys make it sound so easy, but that's the head of my family!"
Old Jiang turned his head with red eyes and shouted:
"This is my sect's business, all of you shut up! I don't believe it! I don't believe that my sect leader would abandon us like this, shut up! Shut up!"
"Well said! The Mo family is indeed the most affectionate inheritance in this Kumu Realm. We are all impressed by what we heard."
Unexpectedly, just as Lao Jiang finished speaking, he heard phantom sounds all around him, accompanied by a few sighs, but then there were gusts of cold wind, and wherever it passed, it turned into frost.
Old Jiang looked up in shock, and saw a group of roaring ghosts a hundred feet above him, and someone holding a black spirit banner standing in the sky.
He is a middle-aged man with a cold expression.
"It is natural that Daoist Fellow Mo Shuangshan cannot do it, after all, we are from the same sect. But today Mo Lan has been possessed by a demon, and cannot be saved. Daoist Fellow cannot do it, so I will do it."
The man said so.
Old Jiang was shocked when he heard this.
Who are you!
The show here is going well and it's about to take a big turn. What does it have to do with you?
Why add drama to yourself?
Please get out of here now!
