The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 1107
These cultivators were hesitant, but now they rushed over, making the front very crowded.

"Don't rush, if you continue to rush, I might not be able to get in." Some practitioners behind shouted.

When Mo Huasong heard this, his heart moved. If he didn't go in now, he would lose an opportunity.

Therefore, Mo Huasong yelled: "All of you get out of the way, or I won't be polite."

After finishing speaking, Mo Huasong flew forward.

As soon as he rushed outside, the powerful energy knocked those cultivators to the sides, making it impossible for them to enter even if they wanted to enter.

Seeing someone pushing them away from behind, some cultivators scolded angrily, "Who is it? Are you looking for death?"

Mo Huasong shouted angrily: "It's me, what do you want?"

Those cultivators turned their heads and saw that it was Mo Huasong, so they were too frightened to say anything more.

After all, the murderous reputation of Mo Batian has spread without risk. This person is disowned by his relatives, and he will kill anyone who provokes him.

Everyone saw that he was alone, thinking of revenge.

But so many people killed him, he had nothing to do, and those who went to kill him had already been killed.

Therefore, under such circumstances, these people dare not mess with Mo Huasong at all.

Seeing that no one dared to speak of him, Mo Huasong continued to fly forward.

In just a moment, Mo Huasong flew inside and disappeared into the castle.

The others saw that Mo Huasong had already entered, and the road that was open just now was suddenly full of people.

"Oh, don't push me, slow down, I'm already injured." In the crowd, you push me, I push you, everyone wants to get in as soon as possible.

Mo Huasong entered inside, was immediately swept away by a wave of energy, and then entered the street inside.

It was a street paved with bluestone. There was no one on the street, and I don't know where those people went.

I heard from others that at least 10 people entered it at the beginning, but I haven't seen them all the time, which is really strange.

Mo Huasong used his spiritual sense to check, and immediately found some people fighting not far away. "Don't grab my things, or I will fight you hard."

When Mo Huasong heard the voice, he immediately flew over there.

To know that this is an ancient castle, there must be a lot of good things.

It was estimated that those people had already searched here, so they couldn't find anything, so he thought about looking over there quickly.

When Mo Huasong got there, he found many people standing there, and everyone was fighting.

It was a mansion, and the things inside were in a mess, probably rummaged by those cultivators.

All the cultivators showed joy on their faces, and they may have gotten a lot of things.

In the innermost room, there is a strong aura, and it is estimated that there are good things inside.

"Master, I'll go and have a look." Yi'er suddenly said to Mo Huasong.

Mo Huasong's heart skipped a beat, that's right, why didn't he think of Yi'er?
With Yi'er's body skills, it must be something that can be stolen inside.

When Mo Huasong's thoughts moved, Yi'er could feel Mo Huasong's intentions, and she flew inside.

Of course, Yi'er will not let others see her flying like this.

After a while, Yi'er's voice sounded in Mo Huasong's ears: "Young master, that's enough, I've got it. It's a good thing, it's an eighth-grade panacea."

Mo Huasong was overjoyed when he heard this. You must know that even the Immortal King likes this kind of eighth-grade panacea.

He didn't expect such a good thing to be in the castle, he picked it up.

No wonder there are so many people fighting, all trying to grab those goodies.

At this time, the group on the right had the upper hand, defeated the opponent, and then they rushed inside.

When they rushed inside, they shouted in surprise: "Hey, what's going on? Isn't there anything good inside?"

"That's right, it's strange, I could clearly feel the aura just now, why don't I feel the aura now?" someone said.

"Yeah, there is no aura now, has someone taken away the good things?"

"I saw it just now, it's an eighth-grade panacea." Suddenly someone shouted again.

Now, these people are angry. They fought bloody battles, but someone stole their good things?

Just when they were thinking of finding someone to settle accounts, there was a sudden change inside.

The sword spirit in Mo Hua Song Linghai suddenly shouted: "Master, run away quickly, there is danger."

Mo Huasong didn't doubt the sword spirit, and immediately flew outside desperately.

Just when Mo Huasong flew out of that mansion, a burst of energy emanated from the house just now.

That energy was equivalent to an attack from the Immortal King, and everyone in this mansion was hit.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." There was a terrible cry from inside.

But they just screamed, and then fell to the ground dead.

As for the other cultivators outside the courtyard, most of them died, only a few of them were also disabled by that energy, and they could no longer practice exercises in the future.

Mo Huasong, who had just stepped outside, was secretly surprised. If he hadn't escaped just now, he would have been crippled too.

According to his current strength, he must not be able to withstand the attack of the Immortal King.

Mo Huasong whispered; "Is there a fairy king in it?"

"No, it's just a residual power left by the Immortal King." Sword Spirit said. "It's probably gone now. It was Yi'er who took the eighth-grade elixir at the time, so this happened."

Seeing this, Mo Huasong rushed inside immediately, holding those people's things.

Some disabled practitioners looked at Mo Huasong and said in fear, "We can give you everything we have on us, so please let us go."

Mo Huasong nodded and said, "Don't worry, I won't kill you."

These people are already crippled and ordinary people. They will not be able to cultivate in this life, and they are no threat to themselves at all.

Sure enough, a person beside him sighed and said, "Actually, even if he doesn't kill us, we won't be able to live. The people here are very scary, and the beasts outside will not let us go."

"Hey, what should I do? If this is the case, I might as well kill myself now." A woman said.

She is also good-looking, thinking that if she is caught by other men, she will definitely suffer other "tortures".

Hearing what they said, Mo Huasong couldn't help being moved, and asked, "I can provide you with a place. Would you like to live in it?"

"Yes, as long as it keeps us alive." The eyes of those crippled practitioners lit up.

Although this man looks young, his words seem to be believed.

Without saying a word, Mo Huasong got all these disabled dozens of practitioners into his ancient treasure space.

(End of this chapter)