My second senior brother is very afraid of death

Chapter 60 I Don't Care About the Ending
"What? Does he know how to cultivate?"

Those monks who were busy dealing with Mo Jinyan's attack naturally couldn't think about it, but the real Xuantong who was hiding among the outer monks was really alarmed: this!this!How can this be!He is a mortal who knows how to cultivate the demon clan, which is already scary, but now he is showing Wenxiu, my God!Mo Jinyan said who are you!

"You stab me with your sword, I stab you with my sword! Do whatever you want!"

Mo Jinyan drew dozens of flying swords in the air, and flew towards the monks who were still struggling.

"what!"

A struggling monk standing at the front was stabbed by the drawn flying sword and died tragically in an instant, and then his body was smashed into a pulp by the towering mountain.

"not good!"

The rest of the monks hurriedly recited the mantra: "Flying arrows protect the body!"

The swords hidden in the scabbards that the monks had been carrying on their backs flew out, protecting them in front of them, blocking the flying sword drawn by Mo Jinyan.

"Then I will use Xianxiu to defeat Xianxiu! Great Saint Fist!"

The words fell, and Mo Jinyan had disappeared. Those monks who were in the same realm as Mo Jinyan couldn't spare their hands and feet to deal with Mo Jinyan. In the blink of an eye, Mo Jinyan had already floated in front of a monk.

"Flying sword protects me!"

The monk hurriedly shouted, but Mo Jinyan's speed was too fast. After dodging the flying sword, he stretched his ape arms lightly, and faced the monk's face with a big holy fist. There seemed to be the sound of an ape in the monk's ear, and an invisible transparent The fist with hair on his body deformed his face and killed him instantly, and was finally crushed into a pulp by the towering mountain.

Whoosh whoosh!
Mo Jinyan followed suit, killing more than a dozen monks at once, and the remaining seven monks who were as good as Mo Jinyan knew that they would be killed one by one by Mo Jinyan, so they mobilized their spiritual power , gathering his arms, after pushing up the majestic mountain with great effort, his body broke away from the rolling river, jumped up, and flew up.

The rest of the monks imitated Mo Jinyan's literary skills in an instant.

"Fellow daoists, let's work together to kill this monster!"

Life was at stake, the seven monks floating in mid-air reached a tacit agreement, and their thoughts controlled the flying sword to return to their hands.

"what!"

Mo Jinyan, who suddenly appeared in front of them again, killed another monk with his great holy fist.

"Old monk, you are the worst among them! Suffer death!"

Mo Jinyan disappeared suddenly and appeared in front of the old monk.

The old monk had been prepared for a long time, let go of the long sword, clasped his palms together, and urged a spell on his mouth: "Flying sword! Scatter!"

In an instant, the sword floating in front of the old monk split into ten pieces, spinning to protect himself, Mo Jinyan missed a single punch, and the other five monks did not allow him to escape, they floated to Mo Jinyan's body, and Mo Jinyan Yan formed a circle, raised his sword and stabbed.

"Mo Jinyan! Go to hell!"

The old monk opened and closed his palms, and the ten flying swords that rotated to protect him pierced Mo Jinyan's face one after another. Mo Jinyan did not dare to neglect, and once again used the Great Sacred Fist to block.

In the middle of the air, the ten flying swords of the old monk finally converged and became real. Mo Jinyan's outstretched fist was surrounded by a phantom fist with hair, a sword and a big holy fist. The rest of the monks took the opportunity Stab at Mo Jinyan's body.

"You devil, the old man doesn't believe that you are not dead!"

The old monk looked confidently at the five long swords stabbing Mo Jinyan's body.

Dangdang!
There were five crisp sounds from Mo Jinyan's body, and at the same time sparks appeared from the part of the body stabbed by the long sword.

"Want to kill me? It's not that easy!"

Although Mo Jinyan was stabbed in the body by five other monks with fist to sword with the old monk, his life was not in danger.

"Then stalemate! How long can you last, old man? It can be seen that although you are a monster, you have a lot of skills, but your level is medium. If your level is higher than ours, you would have killed us long ago, so just hold on for a while , when your spiritual power is exhausted, it will be a matter of time before I kill you!"

The old monk smiled confidently with six-to-one. He was no longer shocked before, but a little calm. He just didn't understand how Mo Jinyan, who had a bad reputation in the world of cultivating immortals, suddenly became so powerful, and he was also capable of magical cultivation. ?But he is a mortal and not a demon?

"You think too much."

Mo Jinyan smiled sternly, and said softly with his left hand which had been idle all the time, "Dry Land Sword Qi!"

"what?"

Before the six monks could react, six faint sword auras with earth attributes quietly emerged from the sand under them, and quickly pierced their thighs upward from the ground.

"There is a power with earth attribute running towards me!"

The old monk shouted to the other monks in horror.

"I feel it too."

The rest of the monks replied one after another.

The six monks who were in a stalemate with Mo Jinyan did not dare to withdraw their moves or were unable to withdraw their moves. They could not kill Mo Jinyan in a six-to-one match.

"what!"

The six monks were struggling, when suddenly their bodies ached, blood flowed from the corner of their mouths, and their faces were bleak. Looking down, they were pierced by a sword made of dust from their thighs to their chests, flying to the sky.

The old monk who had been holding his sword against Mo Jinyan's Great Sage Fist lost his strength in an instant. The flying sword between him and Mo Jinyan lost control and fell to the ground. Like the other five monks, they vomited blood from the corners of their mouths, looked pale, and their bodies slowly float down.

"Die with my anger!"

Mo Jinyan let out a strange cry, and unleashed the Great Sage Fist with all his strength, knowing that the six monks who besieged him would surely die, but he hadn't finished venting his anger. Ying, Xuying punched six punches at the same time, and the bodies of the six falling monks were broken and fractured. Broken arms and stumps flew around, and blood spattered Mo Jinyan's face.

Mo Jinyan put away the immortal cultivator and landed on the ground smoothly. Looking at Mo Jinyan at this moment, he looks like a killing god sent by the underworld.

"It turns out that senior brother Mo Jinyan is so powerful, but why does he always pretend to be so afraid of death?"

Apart from the shock on Wei Young's face, she was also puzzled and surprised.

Daoist Xuantong, who was hiding among the monks on the outer layer, just stood on the spot in a daze, his legs kept weakening: "Mo Jinyan! Mo Jinyan! You have hidden too deeply, the world is like me, I only know that you are afraid of death, , but I don’t know that half of this guy has already stepped into the fairy gate, if he is allowed to live today, given time, he will be able to kill me in the future, and today I will kill a hidden danger in the cradle.”

Master Xuantong looked at Mo Jinyan, who was standing there gasping for breath. After being shocked, he turned out to be jealous, and shouted up to the sky: "My God! Why! Why! It took me nearly 300 years to break through the ten realms of cultivating immortals. , and Mo Jinyan is only twenty, but he is proficient in immortal cultivation, literary cultivation, and even magic cultivation!
There are so many monks on the Dao, why are there so many geniuses?Why not me!Why not me!sky!You are unfair to me!It's not fair to me! "

There is only one thing in Xuantong's heart, and that is jealousy!Endless envy!
From this jealousy gradually turned into anger, endless anger.

"Mo Jinyan! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you! God treats one more than another, and I can't kill other geniuses, but I can still kill you now. Today I want to show God, he How did the genius I created die in the hands of a person with extremely poor qualifications like me!"

call!
A gust of wind blew in front of Mo Jinyan who was resting, and when he opened his eyes again, the angry Xuantong Daoist appeared in front of him.

[System prompt: The anger is exhausted, the anger tank is closed, and the host's cultivation level is restored to its original state. If you want to defeat Master Xuantong, you can use a plug-in to temporarily break the level, or run away quickly. 】

Just as Mo Jinyan was about to react, Master Xuantong grabbed Mo Jinyan's neck with one hand, and Mo Jinyan was forced by a strong force and couldn't breathe, and he couldn't use his spiritual energy at all.

"Turn on the magic repair!"

In Mo Jinyan's mind, he quickly activated the magic cultivator and used the indestructible demon body to protect his body. Although Master Xuantong did not die in one blow, Mo Jinyan's demon cultivator level was too low to be killed instantly by Master Xuantong. Dead, the neck was pinched by the real Xuantong, forcing the body to move back uncontrollably.

Boom!
Mo Jinyan's body collided with the wall of the Underworld Hall, and he was vomiting blood from his mouth. Although he couldn't beat Master Xuantong, he could feel in his mind that as long as Master Xuantong stimulated his spiritual power a little more, he would definitely die.

"Why do you have to kill me?"

Mo Jinyan vomited blood with a pale face and asked.

"Originally, this old man wanted to kill all the people who saw that this old man brought people to the Yin Division Hall in the Underworld today to snatch the yin and yang life and death scrolls from the female judge of the Yin Division. And Wenxiu, even Moxiu, I hate you! I hate why I am not a genius like you! Even if Pluto comes today, I will kill you! I can't accept a person who is even better than me!

Mo Jinyan!You must die today!To put it bluntly, he died on behalf of the heavens! "

Master Xuantong gritted his teeth, filled with anger, and his eyes were even redder. He could have reluctantly accepted a rare genius like Si Lichong, because a person like Si Lichong was naturally excellent, but he absolutely could not accept a genius who was better than himself. People who are useless and afraid of death are better than themselves suddenly.

"Hehe, my life is in your hands now, and I just want to clarify one problem! Since you said that I died on behalf of the heavens, then I will let me die to understand!"

Mo Jinyan deliberately delays the time, firstly to see if Silicong can arrive in time, and secondly, he does not want to waste all the money he has worked so hard to cheat on upgrading his cultivation base. If he delays time, Silicong If he can't arrive yet, then he will choose to practice the plug-in system to become stronger.

"Humph!"

Master Xuantong snorted proudly, let go of his hand a little, and Mo Jinyan added an Qi sword in front of his neck, Master Xuantong put his hands behind his back and said proudly: "The old man just wants you to die."

"The old man used his son to cheat the 200-year lifespan from the former female judge of the Yin Division, Zhang Yang. You heard this. After the old man got the 200-year lifespan, he thought he would ascend to Taoism at around 150 years old, but this year, the old man The old man was very sad that he still couldn't break through the ten realms of cultivating immortals, and he was even more afraid that he would turn into dust when his life was up, and waste 300 years of his life.

In these 300 years, do you know how the old man spent it?Let me tell you, life is better than death, think about it, what kind of mood should you feel when you look at those monks who are younger than you but you have ascended more than 100 years earlier?
Seeing that the old man was about to die, the old man thought of using Wei Young. This time, it was not about increasing his lifespan, but endless longevity. As long as the old man was alive, if he couldn't ascend to the sky, he would kill all geniuses, rule the world, and cultivate immortality. , I am the leader of the world, enjoy the spiritual energy of the world, become a fairy, and even fight against the sky.

What Qingyun Sect, what Xuanmingzong, what Huatang Li Taibai, what poetry and sword invincible Xin Qiji, what masters and Confucian saints, as long as I let my disciples and the monks who accompany me to the underworld live forever, we can slaughter all the monks in the world , the world is big, I am the biggest!
And before that, if we successfully escape from the underworld, we will be chased and killed by the king of the underworld, and we will be punished by heaven even if we have not ruled the Lingqi Continent!

So someone must take care of all this matter today, I have been thinking for a long time, the rest of the cultivating sects are either powerful and I can't afford to mess with them, or they are shrewd people and cannot be used by me.

Only you, Mo Jinyan of Xiaoyaomen, are weak and weak, greedy for life and afraid of death, but you are kind and like to help people everywhere, so the old man ordered Weiyang to bring you to the Yinsi Hall of the Underworld to pursue Jinyang. Jinyang, leave your body behind, and when Pluto investigates, he can only settle accounts with you Xiaoyaomen, which has nothing to do with the old man.

At the same time, other monks cannot know about this matter, otherwise the old imperial hegemony will be jointly strangled by other immortal cultivating sects, and the master will die before he can escape.

So today you have to die, and you have to bear all this for us. Don’t worry, when the old man dominates the Lingqi Continent, he will erect a statue for you on the Kunlun Sword, hahahaha! "

When Master Xuantong said it, his expression was flying and he was extremely excited, as if everything was planned.

"So that's the case, I wonder why you insisted on sending Wei Yang to me to help him, but don't even try to kill me! I, Mo Jinyan, am not someone to be bullied!"

Mo Jinyan roared, preparing to use all the money he had defrauded to upgrade the immortal cultivator, demon cultivator, and literary cultivator, and defeat Master Xuantong. As long as he could get out alive, he didn't need the 7000 million taels sent back by his senior brother. That's money.

Mo Jinyan gritted his teeth and stamped his feet before raising the realm of immortal, demonic and literary cultivators to the same realm as Zhenren Xuantong in his mind.

[System prompt: The wealth value owned by the host is not enough to simultaneously upgrade Xianxiu, Moxiu, and Wenxiu to the same realm as Xuantong Daoist. 】

"Depend on!"

Mo Jinyan shook his head helplessly, Master Xuantong looked at Mo Jinyan inexplicably, thinking he was scolding him.

"Then let's raise Xianxiu to the same level as the real Xuantong first."

Mo Jinyan upgraded in his mind.

[System prompt: The host's wealth value is not enough to raise Xianxiu to the same level as the real Xuantong. 】

"It's over, my life is over!"

Mo Jinyan thought of the beginning, but did not guess the end. Who knew that he would suddenly raise his cultivation level to the highest level, and his more than 20 miles of silver would not be enough. Mo Jinyan closed his eyes in despair.

"Hmph! You know you're going to die, right? Look at me..."

Master Xuantong was about to kill Mo Jinyan with the qi sword floating in front of his neck, when suddenly the disciple of the Qinling sect shouted anxiously behind him: "Master, there are still ghost soldiers and ghost messengers sweeping from the gate of the underworld like a tide." Fifty Li is almost here, we must quickly kill the Yin soldiers and ghosts in front of us, or even if we take away the Yin-Yang life and death scroll, someone will tell Hades that we did it, so there is no point in using Mo Jinyan .”

Immediately Master Xuantong understood and knew the priority of the matter. What is more important than killing Mo Jinyan right now is to kill the yin soldiers and ghosts who are in the way in front of him, and then kill Mo Jinyan and take the Yin-Yang life and death scroll from Wei Weiyang's hands, so that In order to get out of the whole body.

Master Xuantong turned around and looked at the thousands of Yin soldiers and ghosts who were fighting with the disciples of the Qinling Sect and other sect cultivators. Refers to: "Xianlai Sword Intent!"

Countless radiant invisible flying swords erupted from behind Master Xuantong, and slashed across the necks of those Yin soldiers and ghosts who were still fighting, and thousands of Yin soldiers fell to the ground tragically in an instant.

"This old immortal is really powerful!"

Mo Jinyan was convinced that he had lost, and when he had nothing to do, he killed him immediately.

Only then did Master Xuantong turn around and pointed at Mo Jinyan's forehead with his right hand sword formula: "Are you willing to accept the ending of dying with peace of mind?"

"Today, I, Mo Jinyan, broke through myself and died for my friends. I have no complaints or regrets. I finally washed away my reputation of being afraid of death. All this is enough!

I've come, I've fought, I don't care how it ends. "

Mo Jinyan, who used to be afraid of death, once imagined what he would do if he encountered death?Is hesitant?Is it afraid?Is it kneeling down and begging for mercy?Is it shit?No, he never thought that when death really came, it turned out that he would be peaceful and at ease, not competing with the world, doing nothing for himself, and let everything go with the wind. Mo Jinyan closed his eyes with a peaceful expression on his face.

"Then go die..."

Immortal Xuantong's right-hand sword tactic hit the center of Mo Jinyan's eyebrows vigorously, first shattering Mo Jinyan's indestructible demon body, and when the sword tactic finger was about to pierce Mo Jinyan's brow bone, a familiar "can't" sound came from his ear. The familiar voice again.

"Old Daoist Xuantong, I finally learned about your ridiculous plot from you, and I was so anxious to death."

Si Lichong suddenly appeared next to Mo Jinyan, holding the right arm of Master Xuantong with one hand, and stuffing food into his mouth with the other.

"Sili Chong! Why is it you again!"

Needless to say, Daoist Xuantong was shocked, more of it was helplessness, anger, and incompetence.

"Do you think it's a coincidence that I appear here? Do you think it's an accident that I accompanied your apprentice to the underworld to pursue Jin Yang, the female judge of the underworld? No, I did it on purpose."

Si Lichong squeezed Master Xuantong's right arm slightly with his right hand, and Master Xuantong's right arm exploded with a "bang". Master Xuantong protected his right shoulder, stepped back in pain, and was supported by other monks.

"Hahahaha!"

Master Xuantong resisted the pain and gave a wry smile: "That is to say, you have caught up with this matter and boasted on purpose, otherwise how could you see through the perfect plan carefully arranged by the old man for two years?"

(End of this chapter)