Cultivating immortals is a hard job

Mo Xun stared at the old man in front of him with extraordinary momentum, frowning slightly.

The bloodthirsty sword was still inserted behind Wu Bu, and it was still sucking the blood of the recipient. Wu Bu's body also quickly became withered and dry.

The old man spoke again in a deep voice.

"Let my son go, otherwise, although the world is big, you will definitely have no place to stay!"

Mo Xun had a sneer on his lips. He had heard a lot of threats in his life!

The next moment, he stretched out his hand and grasped the void. The bloodthirsty sword made a dragon roar and returned to his hand again.

The sword light swept across, drawing an arc of light in front of him.

"You dare..."

With an angry roar, Wu Bu's head flew out of his almost dried body.

Then, the black light flew out with the Yuanying in his body.

Mo Xun was well prepared. The formation formed by the black and white chess pieces was restarted, blocking all the ways within a radius of a thousand feet.

"Who are you? It's not too late to stop now!"

"If my son dies, I will definitely kill all of you Southern Border monks!"

"I, Wu Shen, always keep my word. If you don't get out of my way, even if you are at the end of the world, I will extract your soul and refine your spirit, and lock your soul in the soul burning furnace for a hundred years!"

Faced with the increasingly urgent roar, Mo Xun was not moved at all.

No matter how powerful the old guy is, he is only a late Nascent Soul.

If the other party really has this ability, the two paths of heaven and demon would not have fought for thousands of years and are still fighting.

After trapping Wu Bu's Nascent Soul, two Xuantian True Fires rushed into the chess formation at the same time.

In an instant, the valley was once again engulfed in a sea of ​​fire.

But immediately afterwards, Mo Xun's face changed, and a very strong sense of crisis rose in his heart.

Oh no, the old guy is going to control his son to self-destruct!

As soon as he had a thought, he quickly removed the Wulu Nebula Disk, and at the same time ordered his incarnation to put away Shi Xian's Yuanying, and fled thousands of feet away at the first opportunity.

The two Xuantian True Fires also retreated hurriedly like meteors.

But then, the aura of self-explosion dissipated again.

After the chess formation disappeared, Wu Guang immediately swept the Yuanying away in a hurry.

Mo Xun raised his eyebrows, knowing that he might have been fooled, but he did not stop, and directly took out the Tongbao Gun and threw it out with all his strength.

Amid screams, the powerful mana impact of the Tongbao Gun tore through the shield formed by the black gas and passed directly from behind Wu Bu's Yuanying.

Blood mist sprayed, tearing off half of his body.

"I swear, the day when my Demon Flame Sect takes over the southern border, it will be the day you destroy the sect..."

As the voice disappeared, Wu Guang, with half of the remaining infant, had completely disappeared.

Looking at the father and son escaping, Mo Xun took a deep breath.

This battle seemed easy, but all the means were used.

After cleaning up the battlefield, he hurriedly put away all the treasure array flags, and set another fire to burn the remaining traces of the battle, and then hurriedly left the place.

As for the half of the Nascent Soul that escaped, he didn't care.

This kind of body would be a useless person even if it was saved.

But the guy who called himself "Black God" behind him might need to be more careful.

But there is no need to worry too much. The battle between the Heavenly Demon and the Demon is a life-and-death battle. How can you not dare to kill people because of fear?

Mo Xun returned to the battlefield, and the battle continued.

In just a short while, the Red Flame Army suffered nearly 20% to 30% casualties.

There were broken limbs everywhere, and the air was filled with thick blood and smoke. Even the ground under his feet was almost dyed brown.

As for the Demon Dao, the situation was not much better.

More than half an hour after the battle began, corpses were scattered all over the mountains and plains.

Mo Xun's spiritual sense swept over and found that there were two fewer Jindan cultivators in the Chiyan Army. It was unknown whether they had fallen or were fighting with others in other places.

Seeing that there was no Yuanying sitting on the opponent's side, Mo Xun directly sacrificed the Bloodthirsty Sword and rushed into the magic array.

A sword swept across, bringing up a hundred feet of sword light.

Nearly a hundred magic cultivators who were still controlling the array suddenly turned into a blood mist.

Mo Xun threw the Bloodthirsty Sword into the blood mist, madly absorbing the bloody air in the air.

The sleeves of his robes were swept over, and another gust of wind swept out, bringing dozens of magic cultivators to fly towards the Bloodthirsty Sword.

Seeing that Liu Changqing was fighting with a Jindan cultivator and it was evenly matched, Mo Xun just slapped him away with a palm in the air.

The drastic change on the battlefield immediately attracted everyone's attention.

At this moment, Mo Xun was like a man in a deserted place, attacking without any difference. Even those Jindan masters could not withstand a single move in his hands.

In just a few dozen breaths, thousands of demon cultivators died in his hands.

There were also three or four Jindan cultivators.

The originally evenly matched battlefield turned into a one-sided massacre in an instant.

Mo Xun left dozens of lives almost every step he took.

To be honest, it was the first time he had performed such a bloody massacre, especially strangling cultivators of the same human race.

A huge blood-colored vortex had formed where the bloodthirsty sword was.

Anyone killed by Mo Xun would be sucked into this vortex.

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

Many people even collapsed to the ground in fear.

I have seen people killing people, but I have never seen such a bloody one!

According to this way of fighting, how many demon cultivators can withstand being killed?

"Retreat quickly!"

Someone shouted, and the few remaining demon cultivators all retreated quickly.

At the same time, a figure suddenly flew from a distance.

Before the person arrived, a demonic flame sword with a black glow had already rolled up a blade light and landed around Mo Xun.

This was obviously another Nascent Soul cultivator!

However, judging from his cultivation, he seemed to be stronger than Wu Bu and Shi Xian before.

Mo Xun quickly sacrificed the Tongbao Spear, and when he dissolved the thousands of blade lights, he did not forget to perform the "Four Methods to Lock the Soul".

The first move, the spear force locks the body!

The white silver spear was wrapped with a silver light, and it slashed at the newcomer without fear.

When the silver spear force hit the opponent, the man felt his whole body tighten, as if he was trapped in a swamp.

However, in just a moment, the opponent was freed from the restraints under the encouragement of the true essence, and then turned into a residual shadow and retreated a hundred feet away.

Even so, where the residual shadow disappeared, there was still a piece of rag left.

"It can actually imprison space!"

After the man whispered, his face was already filled with deep fear.

After one move, neither of them chose to continue, but stood in mid-air for a short time.

Seeing that his shot missed, Mo Xun did not feel regretful.

He had only practiced this magical power for a few days.

It was already very good to have such an effect.

In fact, after exposing the bloodthirsty sword, he did not want to take out the Tongbao gun.

After all, he was about to sneak into the magic territory, and the less people knew about him, the safer he would be.

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