Rebirth of the City Immortal

Chapter 1269
Below, Mo Changsheng looked at Ji Wutian playfully, until he saw that Ji Wutian was about to lose his temper, he sneered, then slowly suppressed his smile, and said softly almost word by word: " Listen, today I am destroying Cheng Jianmen, not for any great reason, but to seek justice for my family! If all your major sects believe that I am a demon, then set a charter, no matter what the battle is, I will definitely go to the appointment !"

In mid-air, Izumoko and the others were all a little dazed.

Mo Changsheng's voice didn't sound loud, but every word he said came to their ears very clearly, even if they thought with their toes, they could guess that Mo Changsheng had already discovered them .

But what did Mo Changsheng mean by this?Destruction Sword Gate?What are you kidding? !

The strength of Chengjian Sect is unmatched even among all the top sects. If they want to destroy it, even if Tianshijiao, Chunyang Palace and Tianyin Valley join hands, it is impossible. They cannot afford that price. .

But according to what they knew about Mo Changsheng, this man had never been the kind of person who would just talk about it. Since he said that, he must have a certain degree of certainty.

"I know!" Izumozi suddenly realized: "The Chengjianmen he mentioned only refers to the following people, and what he wants to destroy is only the mountain gates stationed in the main world by the Chengjianmen."

"But it's impossible!" Lian Yushuang frowned: "Leaving aside those foundation building and golden cores, Ji Wutian alone is already unrivaled, even if the sword master still has that kind of talisman It is impossible to beat a real Nascent Soul True Monarch."

No matter how strong the talisman is, it is only useful if it can hit the enemy. If a Nascent Soul True Monarch really wants to hide, no matter how many talismans the golden core practitioner has, it is impossible to lock him, unless he has the Fu Zhao is an existence beyond the Nascent Soul level, and this possibility is basically zero.

As soon as the words fell, Lian Yushuang shook her head again, frowned and said: "Are you really going to let them continue to fight like this? Whether it is the cracking sword master or the sword cultivator of Chengjianmen, they are all very valuable high-end fighters. What's more, Sword Master Cracking Heaven is still a rare top alchemist, if they all fall here, it will be a great loss to the whole world."

"You two, you won't forget who our real enemy is, right? Although I also hate those bastards of Chengjianmen, but their losses this time are really great. In the next two to three hundred years, the strength of Chengjianmen will definitely be greatly affected, and when the mysterious disaster in Yaochi Small World breaks out, our Tianyin Valley alone will not be able to withstand it."

Even Yushuang herself was terribly entangled. From a rational point of view, she knew that the bloody battle that was about to happen below should be stopped, but from an emotional point of view, she hoped that Ji Wutian would get the punishment he deserved.

The reason why she said those words was because she really didn't know what to do.

Izumoko glanced at Bian Hong, knowing that this old guy who was addicted to alchemy could not offer any constructive suggestions, so he pondered for a moment, and then said: "Two fellow Taoists, hurry up and send a message to other sects. The door and the Nascent Soul Zhenjun inside the door, there is nothing we can do about things here."

"Actually, it's too late to inform them now, but do your best to obey the destiny, and there must be an explanation for what happened today."

After finishing speaking, Izumoko sent out a few message talismans, and Lian Yushuang and Bian Hong looked at each other, without saying a word, they also sent out a few message talismans.

After doing this, they looked at the magic weapon in the mirror again, because they couldn't do anything else.

In Chengjianmen, Ji Wutian seemed to have heard a big joke, and looked at Mo Changsheng with a mocking face, as if he was looking at a fool who had lost his mind.

Li Qing and the others were similar to Ji Wutian, and all of them looked at Mo Changsheng with strange eyes.

"Miecheng Jianmen?" Ji Wutian looked at Mo Changsheng amusedly, and sneered sarcastically: "Do you think that with a few Nascent Soul Talismans in your hand, you will be invincible in the world? Ignorant frog in the well, do you know the real Yuanying?" What kind of terrifying existence is Zhenjun Ying?"

Following Ji Wutian's words, a terrifying coercion slowly emerged, and the source was Ji Wutian himself.

"My surname is Mo, this Zhenjun is merciful today, let you feel before you die, how ridiculous it is for No. 1 under the Nascent Soul to be in front of the real Nascent Soul!"

"Heavenly Sword Style*Sword One*Tian Mie Slash!"

A sword aura full of extinction intent shot out from the spirit sword above Ji Wutian's head. Compared with the sword aura of Heaven's Destroyer that Ji Wutian slashed during his Golden Core period, this sword aura is more than ten times stronger?
The purer and more ferocious death intent of extinction was condensed in one sword. Although there was no energy dissipated, the extinction mood alone caused countless plants on the mountain to wither and wither.

At the same time as the sword was issued, Ji Wutian's figure disappeared in place. Xiang Yu behind Mo Changsheng and Ouyang Fugui who got up after recuperating all his strength sensed it with all his strength, but they still couldn't find each other's figure.

They knew that Ji Wutian was here, but they just couldn't find it. Until now, they didn't further comprehend the meaning of the sentence that everyone under the Nascent Soul is an ant.

The cultivators of Chengjianmen looked at Mo Changsheng and the others with great excitement, their faces full of pride and disdain.

They are proud because they have Zhenjun Yuanying as their backing, and they are disdainful because Xianming Mountain will eventually become a thing of the past, because they do not have Zhenjun Yuanying.

"A fluke is a fluke after all. Even if you get the inheritance of the ancient sword cultivator, you are still an ant in front of the real Yuanying Zhenjun!"

A Jindan elder of Chengjianmen pretended to sigh: "I hope you will not become enemies of Chengjianmen in your next life. You can't afford such consequences!"

Looking at the mixed expressions of the sword cultivators of Chengjianmen, Mo Changsheng suddenly grinned: "I found it!"

As soon as the words fell, he casually released a ray of sword energy, facing Ji Wutian's Tian Mie Zhan, and then, his figure flickered and disappeared on the spot.

In mid-air, Mo Changsheng's sword energy collided with Ji Wutian's Tian Mie Zhan.

"What? How is this possible?!"

"No, how could this be?! I must have read it wrong!"

"Illusion! It's all an illusion!"

Unbelievable exclamations came out one after another from the Chengjian Sect cultivators, and the sound of gasping for air continued to resound.

In mid-air, the astonishingly powerful Tian Mie Zhan was like a good-for-nothing waste, easily smashed to pieces by a wisp of sword energy that Mo Changsheng casually pointed out!
Then, a scene that horrified all the sword repairmen of Chengjianmen, Izumoko and others appeared.

I saw two figures suddenly appear from the air, one figure was calm and breezy, and the other figure fell from the air in a state of embarrassment, hitting the ground face first, and smashed into the ground in a shameful way.

(End of this chapter)