Master, he is too difficult

Seeing this, Cui Qingming was about to kill these spiritual pets who offered to come to his door, and absorb their spiritual energy to heal Mo Linyuan.

Unexpectedly, Mo Linyuan raised his hand to block Cui Qingming.

The snow fox threw itself into Mo Linyuan's arms again, as if it didn't know that it almost died just now, it still rubbed its head against Mo Linyuan's hand, and let out a soft cry.

Mo Linyuan hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out to touch the snow fox.

At this moment, the other spiritual pets jumped up one after another, and Mo Linyuan was drowned in a mass of fluff in an instant.

Mo Linyuan picked up his spiritual pets one by one and put them on the ground.

Those spiritual pets lined up on the ground, all blinking at him.

Xuehu bit his clothes again and dragged him to Qinglian Peak.

Mo Linyuan kicked Xuehu away with his feet.

Cui Qingming said: "My lord, how to deal with these spiritual pets?"

It seems that the Demon Emperor doesn't intend to kill these spiritual pets for his own use.

Mo Linyuan said leisurely: "It will take at least three days for Qu Qianfeng to return to rescue. I am not in a hurry when I destroy Wanhe Valley. Just go to the foot of the mountain to find a few monks. As for these spiritual pets...seeing how devoted they are to me For the sake of hugging and hugging, let them live for two more days, so why not!"

After the words fell, the snow fox jumped into Mo Linyuan's arms again, and even licked his face with his tongue.

Cui Qingming originally wanted to ask if the monks on Zhuxian Terrace would continue to besiege them.

But seeing Mo Linyuan's appearance now, he couldn't even bear to kill his spiritual pet...

Cui Qingming closed his mouth, looked at Mo Linyuan's back, and couldn't help but sigh.

Mo Linyuan was dragged by Xuehu all the way, and then dragged into Qinglian Peak.

There was raging fire everywhere outside, and all the palaces were burned to the ground, only Qinglian Peak could be spared.

Because all the devils knew that this was the residence of the devil emperor in the past, they didn't dare to do anything wrong here, so they had to leave it to Mo Linyuan to deal with.

As soon as Mo Linyuan entered Qinglian Peak, he could smell the fragrance of lotus.

It is midsummer at this moment, and it is also early in the morning. The rising sun casts thousands of golden lights, reflecting the green lotus pond in the distance, as if gold is dancing on the surface of the lake.

Mo Linyuan's pace quickened a little before he knew it. He still abided by the rules of Qinglian Peak, he didn't fly, he just walked all the way quickly, and in the end, he was almost a trot all the way.

Suddenly, the lotus pond finally appeared in front of his eyes.

All the green lotus out of the water are in full bloom, and crystal clear dewdrops are rolling down on the lotus leaves. Under the big willow tree by the pool, as usual, there is a cool bed.

Mo Linyuan walked over, sat down slowly, and finally lay down on the cool bed with his arms as pillows.

Turning his head, it was the thatched house where he once lived.He let go of his spiritual sense, and his spiritual sense slid into the house, only to see that everything inside was still the same as before.Even the quilts were neatly folded, without a trace of dust, as if Mo Linyuan had never left these years, but just went out for a few days to play.

In Mo Linyuan's mind, the image of Lin Qingran feeding him medicine in his room instantly appeared.

He withdrew his spiritual consciousness and probed elsewhere.

The Star Observation Hall was his residence after returning from the Bodhi Temple. He built it himself that day, and everything was brand new.Over the past few years, the decorations and utensils in the palace have become quite old, and even some spirit pets have given birth to many little spirit pets.

However, the visiting arrangements in it have not changed at all, as in the past.

Mo Linyuan's spiritual consciousness flitted everywhere.Everywhere, there is the heart he used; every thing, there are traces he left.

Suddenly, he felt something licking his face.

With his spiritual consciousness withdrawn, it was the snow fox, licking the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Mo Linyuan reached out and rubbed the snow fox, and the snow fox nestled in his arms obediently, silently accompanying him, staring at him unblinkingly with only a pair of bright and clear eyes, as if he didn't understand why the master to cry.

Mo Linyuan sighed lightly.

This is true for spiritual pets, let alone human beings?

But that person didn't care about himself.

When he struck, a sword pierced through the sea of ​​consciousness, showing no mercy.

Mo Linyuan closed his eyes, he was too tired.

In the Demon Realm, although there are more than ten thousand people and look down on all living beings, there is no day of leisure, let alone a moment of relaxation.

At this time, he was clearly in the enemy's territory, but he fell asleep.For the first time in three years, falling asleep, dreaming for the first time...

After more than an hour, Cui Qingming brought the newly found monks to Mo Linyuan.

Mo Linyuan didn't want to pollute the old land, so he took the monks and left Qinglian Peak, and he placed the Taoist restraint, and imprisoned the spiritual pets in this restraint.

Although Qinglian Peak would no longer exist in three days, he hoped that there would not be any harassment in the remaining two days.

Mo Linyuan carried these monks, walked out of Qinglian Peak, and came all the way to the most suitable place for healing weapons in the entire Wanhe Valley - the weapon refining room hidden underground and usually guarded by Nong Bailing.

When those monks were captured by the devil, they already had the heart to die. They were held in Mo Linyuan's hands, and they didn't even twitch their eyebrows.But when they saw the refining room hundreds of meters deep underground, and the huge refining furnace tens of meters high in the refining room, they couldn't help but tremble all over.

"Shameless!"

"This is your old residence, you devil, you actually want to refine me into a weapon spirit, even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go!"

"I'm fighting with you devil!"

The monks shouted and cursed and rushed towards Mo Linyuan.

Mo Linyuan had no expression on his face, he just waved his long sleeves lightly to silence the voices of those monks, grabbed one directly, sucked in the spiritual energy resolutely, and began to heal his wounds.

And on Zhuxian Terrace, the bell on Nong Bailing's ankle vibrated violently.

Her face changed slightly, and she said to Lin Qingran: "Qingran, it's not good, your apprentice is in the refining room!"

After Lin Qingran took the elixir and absorbed the spirit stone, everything on his body was already healed, but his spiritual power was quite lacking.

At this moment, he was repairing the injuries in his body, when he opened his eyes, he saw Nong Bailing's anxious expression.

Lin Qingran frowned: "Is there anything important in the refining room?"

Nong Bailing took off the bell on his ankle, shook it lightly, and then pulled out a small Yuanguang mirror: "This is my natal magic weapon connected to the refining room, and Mo Linyuan can't find it. Look!"

Lin Qingran saw in the Yuanguang mirror that Mo Linyuan's hand was pressing on a monk's skull.

And that cultivator, his spiritual power was sucked dry, his face was pale, leaving only a piece of skin hanging on his bones.

Lin Qingran looked behind Mo Linyuan, and there was a group of monks behind him.

Each of them showed panic, but they couldn't run because they were pierced through their luteal bones.

Lin Qingran turned her head, unable to bear to look any further.

"What should I do?" Nong Bailing asked.

Lin Qingran knew that Nong Bailing hoped that he could help him.

But he can't.

At present, Wanhe Valley can only rely on Zhuxian Terrace, if it leaves Zhuxian Terrace, it will be to die.

Lin Qingran sighed, and said: "You don't need to look any further. Although Mo Linyuan was pierced by me in the sea of ​​consciousness, he can recover by absorbing the spiritual power of a few monks... I can only hope that the masters will come back as soon as possible." Come on. Uncle Nong, how many spirit stones do we have left, which can support multiple battles of time."

Instead of looking at those pictures to shake people's hearts, it is better to think carefully about everything in front of you.

Nong Bailing said: "It's a pity that you have made a lot of money beheading people's heart demons these years, so you can fight."

Lin Qingran nodded, feeling a little relieved.

Tonight is bound to be another big battle. Even though it's just past noon, it's time to prepare well.

Lin Qingran calmed down, opened the video recordings of the ancestors being punished on Zhuxiantai, and watched them one by one, hoping to find some inspiration here.

Watching and watching, suddenly a familiar figure appeared in the video.

That's... Moyu!

Mo Yu was also dodging the attack of the whip, his body skills and moves were the same as Mo Linyuan's today, except for the change in power.

Lin Qingran pulled Nong Bailing over: "Look!"

There was surprise on Nong Bailing's face: "He still kept this!! Wait a minute, why did he turn off his five senses?"

Lin Qingran didn't know that when he was reading the original book, the only time Mo Linyuan turned off his five senses was at Zhuxian Terrace, and Qu Qianfeng wiped out his five senses.

Of course, after he suffered a loss, his loyal dog stepped forward and made a wave of ambiguity, restoring his five senses.

"Probably because of the plot..." Lin Qingran said casually. When I read the book, I was looking forward to seeing this plot.

But now, thinking about this episode, I feel a little uncomfortable.

He didn't want to think about this paragraph, so he threw it away and carefully studied Mo Linyuan's every move.

Usually, he never paid attention to these things, after all, he didn't want to be enemies with Mo Linyuan.

But it's different now, Lin Qingran seriously played those videos over and over again, and performed them in his mind over and over again.

Mo Linyuan is indeed a genius in cultivating immortals, able to use the least amount of spiritual power to maximize the effect of every move and every move.

Even if he got the dragon body, it is still the same.

Lin Qingran firmly memorized every move and style of Mo Linyuan, and kept rehearsing in his mind, imagining the scene where he was fighting against him, until he knew what the backhand was for each move of Mo Linyuan. , What subtle changes are there? After thinking about everything, he opened his eyes.

The setting sun in the sky is bloody, and it has fallen to the horizon.

On the other side, in the blue sky, the cold moon has already risen faintly.

Mo Linyuan, here we come!

"Master, you can't beat me, surrender." Mo Linyuan's voice was very calm, without any sadness or joy.

Before Lin Qingran could speak, Nong Bailing shouted: "You sucked up the spiritual power of those monks, and refined the monks' corpses into spirit corpses! Let me, a monk in the cultivation world, treat you as a ghost corpse, bah !"

Mo Linyuan ignored Nong Bailing, and only looked at Lin Qingran: "If you are willing to surrender and move out of Wanhe Valley, I can let you live."

Lin Qingran looked down and saw that countless demons were rampant in Wanhe Valley, and no monk could really survive under the claws of the demons.

Lin Qingran said: "Why do you pretend to persuade them to surrender? If you want to fight, fight!"

Mo Linyuan nodded, this answer was within his expectation.

He stopped talking nonsense, and directly used the Wanhe Songfeng Sword, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth.

Lin Qingran played it all afternoon in his mind, seeing that he had just made a move at this moment, he didn't wait to mobilize all the sword energy, so he ordered Lixiao to cut it off.

Wanhe Songfeng was intercepted halfway, and it turned into meteor rain and fell outside Zhuxian Terrace.

In this way, the monks in Zhuxiantai can save a lot of spiritual power and use it to form formations to eliminate demons.

In this fight, Mo Linyuan became more ruthless and fierce than last night.

Every move and every style is merciless, and only the key points are used in every move. It seems that they want a quick victory.

And Lin Qingran, under the protection of the eight whips, knew that Mo Linyuan was going to mobilize the demonic energy when he saw Mo Linyuan's hands forming an array, so he listened to the sacrifice and sucked away the unformed demonic energy in one breath;

Seeing his sleeves shaking, he knew that he was going to sacrifice the flying sword, move forward silently at dawn, hide it in the whip, and cut it off coldly.

Lin Qingran used all his strength, and Mo Linyuan did not show mercy. The master and apprentice fought each other on the Zhuxian Platform.

Seeing the stalemate, Cui Qingming's voice suddenly came from far below the mountain: "Master, if you don't have the heart to do it, why don't you take Qinglian Sword Immortal back to the Demon Realm and continue the wedding?"

Mo Linyuan's face changed suddenly, he sneered, turned around and scolded Cui Qingming in the distance: "You care too much!"

Although it was a reprimand, a red scarf floated out of his arms and came into his hands.

He held the streamer with both hands, covered his eyes, and tied it behind his head.

His eyes were immediately covered tightly, and he could no longer see anyone.

When he was blindfolded, Lin Qingran felt as if the person in front of him had completely changed!

Become terrifying, become murderous, become—invincible.

Mo Linyuan's move is still an ordinary move, but the devilish energy is majestic and extremely fierce.The style of play is completely disregarding oneself, only seeking to kill the enemy fiercely.

On the back of Mo Linyuan's jade-like hand, scales grew, and the fingertips turned into hooks, shining a cold light.

The dragon claws stretched out, mercilessly, and relying on spiritual knowledge, they found Lin Qingran's position and came directly towards Lin Qingran's neck.

Lin Qingran could see it clearly, the red light flashed in his hand, the Demon Slaying Blade tempered with the Incessant Tears was in the palm of his hand.

With one swipe, the sharp dagger cut the dragon's claws to Zhuxiantai.

Lin Qingran thought that Mo Linyuan would retreat. After all, yesterday, he only pierced his sea of ​​consciousness, and he retreated.

Broken a hand today, there is no reason not to retreat.

But Lin Qing made a mistake, Mo Linyuan didn't retreat but advanced, he let out a long roar, his whole body turned into a giant dragon, with a sweep of his tail, the Demon Slayer came out, stuck on his tail, and was swept away again.

And the bloody tail didn't hesitate at all, it went straight forward and wrapped around Lin Qingran's chest.

The dragon's blood, warm, fell on Lin Qingran's face, and ran down his neck into his collar.

Such a style of fighting that is not afraid of death, regardless of whether you are injured or not, always going forward, would rather hurt yourself a thousand, but also kill eight hundred enemies, Lin Qingran has just experienced it today.

His wounded heart felt tight, and the giant dragon wrapped him around him like a python, tightening it in circles. Lin Qingran held his breath, trying to pretend to be dead, but the dragon's ears turned slightly, and he could easily hear the enemy's heart. The sound of beating is stronger.

Lin Qingran couldn't help but let out a cry: "Hmm..."

The voice was extremely uncomfortable, it was already a muffled groan before death.

Mo Linyuan's dragon body loosened slightly, Lin Qingran took a breath, and said in a low voice: "Apprentice..."

The sound of apprentice, turned a thousand times, the body of the dragon was shocked, and it opened its mouth slightly: "What did you call me?"

In the next second, there was a sudden pain in his heart.

It was the Sword of Breaking Dawn, which pierced into his heart at this very moment when their bodies were touching each other.

Mo Linyuan trembled all over, no longer hesitating.

The magic energy reversed, and the red light of the cinnabar mark between his eyebrows flashed. After a while, the red light dimmed, and the cinnabar mark was hidden.

Mo Linyuan turned off his five senses.

Can't hear, can't see, can't touch, can't smell.

Apart from killing, there will be no emotion.

It turned out that this was the reason why he turned off his five senses - he just wanted to make himself a killing machine without being disturbed by the outside world.

Lin Qingran knew that the opportunity was fleeting, so he went out of his body and sent a signal to Nong Bailing on Zhuxiantai.

Hundreds of Wanhe Valley disciples, taking advantage of the gap between Mo Linyuan's closed five senses, rushed forward together with the eight whips.

It's just that at the moment when the five senses were closed, Mo Linyuan fell into the demon-killing array of whipping the magic whip.

Bursts of white light flashed, and every spiritual power of the God Whip was drawn firmly on his body.

This is the demon slaying formation that Mo Linyuan suffered from in the original book.

It's just that in the original book, it was Qu Qianfeng who personally beat him to block his five senses, but this time, it was him who blocked his five senses.

Mo Linyuan opened his eyes. At this moment, he looked back at Lin Qingran.

I saw Lin Qingran's primordial spirit coming out of his body, with a desolate expression hanging in the air, and the Breaking Dawn Sword was already in his hand again, and was coming towards him silently again.

The black dragon let out a miserable laugh: "Master, you really want to kill me!"

After the miserable laugh, there was a sky-shattering roar. Amidst the roar, clouds gathered in the sky, and thunder and lightning flashed.

It was Mo Linyuan who was a demon who used the body of a dragon to attract thunder.

A flash of lightning was drawn, illuminating the dark sky, and it even shone on Mo Linyuan's face, full of death will.

"I should have used a killing move on you as soon as I came up, and I shouldn't be merciful!" Molong roared, fighting to shed his scales, breaking free from the entanglement of the whip, and heading straight towards Lin Qingran.

The dragon roared, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and a bolt of lightning struck the dragon, along the side of the dragon, split his flesh, and also split Zhuxiantai in half.

The eight magic whips on the top of Zhuxian Terrace lost the support of the formation, fell towards the two sides, and then collapsed.

And the monks on the top of Zhuxian Terrace flew around with their swords.

Half of Mo Linyuan's body was smashed to blood by the attracted thunder, but he didn't care, he still came towards Lin Qingran.

Lin Qingran couldn't believe it, but Mo Linyuan was so mad that he used the dragon's body to trigger thunder to split Zhuxiantai!

Now that Zhuxian Terrace has been destroyed, Lin Qingran has no other choice but to escape, but the speed at which he flies with his sword is no match for Mo Linyuan who has the body of a giant dragon.

The giant dragon's claws suddenly protruded from the clouds, blocking Lin Qingran's path.

"You can't escape!" Mo Linyuan's voice sounded coldly in the clouds, "You commit suicide and apologize, and I will let you off the hundreds of monks in Wanhe Valley!"

Lin Qingran was startled, he didn't know whether Mo Linyuan's words were true or not.

But before he could think clearly, a golden shield suddenly dropped from the sky and blocked Lin Qingran.

Lin Qingran turned her head and saw a golden cloud flying towards the sky.

A monk in a green shirt with a ghostly face, holding a jasper flute in one hand and Lin Qingran in the other, scooped him up into the golden clouds and ran away.

Mo Long's eyes shot out a cold light, and he resolutely chased after the golden clouds.

The speed of the golden clouds was fast, and Mo Long's speed was not slow, he kept chasing behind the clouds, the sky gradually brightened, and thousands of golden lights pierced through the clouds and shot at him.

Under the golden light of the rising sun, his dragon scales began to peel off piece by piece.

Things in the devil world are afraid of the sun after all.

But Mo Linyuan's speed didn't change at all, his mind is extremely firm now, he only has one thought - to catch him!Catch him!Catch him!

As the sky grew brighter, the scales on Mo Long's body became more severe.

In the end, when the last scale of the dragon's body was peeled off by the rising sun, his body could no longer change into a dragon shape, and his whole body fell straight from the sky to the ground.

He fell to the ground, looked at the golden clouds in the sky, and disappeared into Ghost Face City.

For the first time, he felt a piercing hatred.

Master wants to kill himself, but he is willing to run away with Dong Shangxie!

Mo Linyuan slowly stood up from the ground, looked at the ghost-faced city on the horizon in the distance, slowly took out the dragon scales hidden in his body, and issued an order to the devil: "Ghost-faced city, the devil obeys orders! Attack the city immediately, and kill people on sight!" , meet the Buddha and kill the Buddha! After the city is broken, the whole city will be slaughtered!"

Immediately, through the dragon scales, he issued an order to Cui Qingming who was still in Wanhe Valley: "Lin Qingran has run away, Wanhe Valley is unstoppable, turn Wanhe Valley into a sea of ​​flames! Put all the captured monks through Get up, when you mention Ghost Face City, if he spends an hour with Dong Shangxie, I will kill a monk!"

Master, I am not annoyed that you leave me - immortals and demons are not at odds with each other;

You fight with me, I don't get annoyed - each is the master;

Even if you stab me right in the heart, I can still tell myself that the sword has no eyes, and that's because I forced you to just want to live.

But, if you ran away with Dong Shangxie, then it's no wonder I'm ruthless.