"Great Elder!! The sword formation is broken!!"
Suddenly, Yin Jianqiu heard the exclamation of the Changkong Sword Sect disciples behind him, followed by a series of screams.
"Several law protectors, what are you doing!!!" Yin Jianqiu was furious!
"Elder, we don't dare to do our best!!" The guards of the sky were crying anxiously, but the situation in front of them was really desperate.
"Find a way to find an exit! Otherwise we will all die here!!"
Yin Jianqiu only felt that a few words in his throat were about to be torn apart.
Because the surrounding area has become a deadly purgatory, screaming everywhere, everyone is screaming, the eardrums are about to explode, and the head is completely muddy.
No one can remain calm in this situation.
The same is true of the Hunyuan Gate and the Xianxia Sect. Several Transfiguration Venerables are tied, and the low-level disciples below have been injured or killed, but the damn exit seems to have disappeared out of thin air. There is less than a life channel to the outside.
The entire cave has become a dead slaughterhouse with no way out.
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"Grandpa... I'm so scared!"
In the terrifying dark demon prison, only Old Man Mo and his grandson Mo Tian were not attacked for the time being.
That magical cloak seemed to hide them into the void, and no monsters or humans attacked them, but the terrifying voices around them poured into their ears like a tide.
The barbarian warriors who laughed at Mo Tian before are now near them.
Mo Tian could clearly hear the horrified gasps and mad roars of the barbarian men who thought they were powerful, and even the weak calls of people holding the bodies of their companions:
"Zamuhe, you can't die, you can't die!"
"Roar, I'm fighting with you!!"
These voices, like nightmare spells, continue to destroy Mo Tian's naive and pure heart. To be honest, it is a miraculous performance that the little guy can stand firm up to now.
"Good deed, we are very safe, don't be afraid!" Old man Mo comforted Mo Tian, but his hand kept waving his spirit light to stop some random attacks.
But in his heart, he has fallen into despair.
This terrible demon hell, endless monsters, there is no end at all...
I'm afraid all people today will die here!
Not only Old Man Mo, but all the venerables, including Yin Jianqiu, Cheng Kun, and Fairy Jinghong, had the same thoughts in their hearts.
Could it be that this is the place of his own burial
They are unwilling, they resent.
They want to know what monster is lying in ambush here, creating such a terrible killing.
They are even hoping that someone in despair can stand up and lead them to find the last chance.
But... Is there really vitality
some.
Vitality is the cold voice of a young man.
"stop."
Cold voice, simple words, soft volume.
Originally, these two words should be instantly swallowed by the bloody purgatory in front of them, but these two words seemed to have magical powers, and ended the feast of killing.
Huh.
All the monsters seemed to disappear without a trace at this moment.
The people who had been in the bloody battle only felt that their weapons were slammed into the air, their bodies staggered, and they stopped unbelievably.
"Kill! Kill! Come here!!"
Only a few human warriors who have become mad are still wielding weapons crazily, and they are instantly subdued by a few venerables.
The audience was deadly quiet.
what's the situation?
Everyone stayed.
It's over, it's over
Where are those monsters? Disappeared
All this happened too weird, no one heard the word that reversed the universe just now.
At this time, only the cold and majestic voice rang again: "Turn on the lights."
Who is that?
What does it mean to turn on the light
Everyone in the audience felt that their brains were stiff and unable to work, only the grandson of the Mo family hidden in the animal skin cloak issued an incredible exclamation: "Lin, Master Lin, is that you?"
Young Master Lin
Who is this again...
Did he save us
If there is light at the scene, you can definitely see that everyone's eyes are filled with big question marks.
At this time, the'Lin Master' continued to say coldly: "What? Do you want me to invite you... Mr. Mo, no, maybe I should call you, Brother Xiaoyao?"
"Hehehe! Little brother, what are you talking about? Why don't I understand at all?"
Mo Kongkong! !
This voice is Mo Kongkong! !
Everyone in Yin Jianqiu was shocked with goose bumps all over the floor.
It's no wonder that Mo Kongkong's voice was not heard in the entire battle just now. It turns out that this guy has already been hiding aside and has not been attacked
Everyone only feels that the whole person has been thrown back and forth a few times in the sky and the ground, completely unable to accept such a terrifying flip of the plot, but the conversation between the two in the sky continues.
"Brother Xiaoyao, if you still pretend to be garlic with me at this moment, don't you really look down on Lin... I'll be angry!"
That Young Master Lin's words seemed to be a bit ridiculous, but his tone was as cold as the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month.
"Hahahaha! Alright alright, I was wrong, Brother Lin, sorry, this little trick made you laugh!"
Mo Kongkong's voice turned into a deep and melodious instantaneously, not as sharp and unpleasant as before. It actually had a certain heart-pounding power, but the content of his words was too amazing.
He fully admitted that Young Master Lin's words.
He is Mo Kongkong, the mastermind of all the killings, and what kind of mysterious "Brother Xiaoyao" at the same time! !
Huh.
Light is seen again in the cave.
Everyone seemed to have returned to the world from hell, their excited eyes shining, and they were almost crying.
But everyone didn't care about the tears, nor could they bother to check the bloody and tragic scenes around them, all of them stared at the two figures in the air.
On a suspended wooden table, Mo Kongkong was holding a hip flask with his legs crossed, smiling with regret.
This terrible guy was actually using the slaughter situation of thousands of people to serve as a scene of wine, which is simply abnormal.
Behind him, stood a young man in a green shirt holding a dark red wooden sword against Mo Kongkong's neck. The familiar face suddenly made Yin Jianqiu in the crowd groaned in exclamation.
"It's you!! That boy who came halfway!!"
Subsequently, as the elder of the Changkong Sword Sect, Yin Jianqiu recognized the dark red wooden sword for the first time.
"Slaying, Slaying Fairy Sword... Lin, Young Master Lin... You are Lin Yang! You are the Sword Sovereign of Qingyun Sect Lin Yang!!"
Oh my God! !
The whole audience was stupefied by these words.
That peerless Sword Sovereign who slaughtered demons with one sword, the youngest king of the Blue Spirit Realm, Lin Yang, was in front of him at this moment
Did you save your life at the most critical moment
All this is just like dreaming.
The ancestors and grandchildren of the Mo family had just poked their heads out of their cloaks, and the two of them suddenly turned into two statues.
Lin Yang... That person who has been walking with us is actually Lin Yang
Mr. Mo intuitively felt that he was really blind, so why was he ashamed to tell Lin Yang that he wanted to protect others
Is his own ability not even better than a finger of the other party
Those reckless men from the barbarians, all of them paled at this moment, and they were shocked and speechless.
When they thought of the mocking words they had said to Lin Yang just now, they felt that their legs were weak. They despised the weak and admired the strong.
The First Sword Sovereign of Qingling, is it an existence that these brazen men can insult
I really want to slap myself to death...
"Lin Yang... It's really Lin Yang..."
"Great, it's Master Sword Sovereign, and Immortal Slaughter Sword, we are saved!"
"Master Sword Master, cut that Mo Kongkong, this person is absolutely guilty of death!!"
The crowd suddenly burst into roars and cheers, but such a scene filled with righteous indignation just caused the face of Mo Kongkong in mid-air to twitch slightly.
"Oh, I didn't want Brother Lin to mix up the trivial things, but it turned out to be fine, I can't play anymore..."
Mo Kongkong had Qingling's first fierce sword on his neck, but he could still talk and laugh, and that kind of demeanor, that calmness, was shocking.
Lin Yang, behind Mo Kongkong, didn't seem to mean to kill the people immediately. Instead, he chatted like an old friend:
"So, you wanted to kick me out of the team when you were outside?"
"Isn't it... But our Elder Yin is a good person. Taking you brother Lin also saved his own life."
When Yin Jianqiu heard this, he wished to give him a hard hug and kiss him 10,000 more.
A little bit of kind thoughts at hand, there will be such a big return, Amitabha, Amitabha.
"But I'm very curious, Brother Lin... How did you see through me?" Mo Kongkong curiously asked: "My [Phantom Body Art] may not be able to see through even if it is a strong one. I can't see it, how can I see it now?"
Lin Yang expressionlessly said: "Naturally, I didn't see through it. Even when I saw Mo Kongkong, I just felt a little familiar, and didn't expect it to be you... But I came here to find you, deliberately. Watch out, you still have many flaws."
"Oh? Really..." Mo Kongkong smiled with interest: "You guessed it was me a long time ago?"
"If it hadn’t been for the achievement of Ten Thousand Swords, it reminds me that I would not want to think of you as such a terrible murderer... But the emergence of treasures, the sacrifice of a large number of warriors and the achievement of Ten Thousand Swords, this is true. It's too coincidental, plus I already knew that Ren Xiaoyao was never a modest gentleman in the holy court."
Let it ride! !
When Lin Yang completely said the name, the people below were shocked again.
Mo Kongkong, is that Ren Xiaoyao who has completed the achievement of Ten Thousands of People? And it is the core disciple of the three generations of Shengyan Academy
How can this be