She took the Xiuxian cannon fodder script

Mo Yuheng was extremely shocked, seeing the sky was obstructed by the downpour of seawater, he could only use his spiritual sense to check the situation of the sky at the moment.

Trembling all over, spit out a mouthful of blood, and took a few steps back.

The evil cultivator in the sky did it on purpose, and the others just held him and pressed him on top of him.

I want to know that his cultivation base is powerful and unparalleled, and he is qualified to be his master.

"How is it? Is the little girl qualified? Don't try to escape, just make a choice now. Don't think I know your thoughts, but I still do it. It shows that you still have some weight in my heart, is it enough? Heavy, it depends on your own choice."

At the last moment, those Jade Market Golden Core cultivators below instantly understood.

Mo Yuheng did this to delay time. How could the disciples of True Monarch Fusang betray the sect?
Burning with anxiety in their hearts, everyone stared at the sky in the distant sky.

Come on, come on.

I can't wait for the two Nascent Soul True Monarchs who are currently in charge of Tianhai City to come immediately and turn the situation around in an instant.

They were still disappointed that the two Nascent Soul True Monarchs did not arrive as they had imagined.

After all, let them down.

Mo Yuheng pursed his lips into a dilemma, and promised to continue to delay, but the other party clearly asked him to make a choice.

so what should I do now?
If you can't think of a way, then don't think or answer.

"I see some people behind are dissatisfied with me being your disciple."

Zhenjun Xiexiu turned his head to take a look, and sure enough, many people were very dissatisfied.

"You are really dissatisfied."

"Don't dare."

How dare the young generation of outstanding cultivators have any objections, although they were dissatisfied in their hearts, they still gritted their teeth and said things against their will.

"Girl, do you think they dare to have any objections?"

"I think they are dissatisfied in their hearts. They are just early-stage Jindan monks, and I don't pay attention to them."

Mo Yuheng continued to seize the time to provoke, trying to cause a fight.

Tianjiao, the younger generation of Xiexiu, was very dissatisfied. After all, there was still a person with high status who stood up.

It was a young man, also wearing a mask and wrapped in black clothes.

The wide black clothes were constantly blown by the wind, and the rain hit his body, and his clothes were not wet at all.

The hair is tied into a crown, and the whole body exudes evil spirit.

"Then I will fight with you first to see how powerful you are. If you dare to speak out so arrogantly, then you must accept the challenge from all of us."

"Hmph, that's right."

Mo Yuheng exudes confidence all over his body, the powerful crow stabs at the opponent fiercely like a sharp sword invisibly.

Before the young man could fight, his body shook violently, and he took a step back.

Surprised on his face: "You are a sword cultivator."

Mo Yuheng didn't say a word, a long gray sword appeared in his hand: "The wind sweeps away the clouds."

A series of powerful wind and snow formed huge tornadoes from all directions, attacking in one direction.

Quickly closing together, the wind and snow mixed with countless sword lights made him feel raw pain all over his body.

The evil cultivator didn't expect his body to be unable to move at all, as if being suppressed by a powerful force, he felt extremely dreadful deep in his soul.

"you……"

Seeing that the other party was still alive, Mo Yuheng was surprised.

However, his face was as cold as frost, and the golden hammer of the powerful and vast soul in his body was constantly hammering to form sharp swords and charged towards the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness.

This is the Soul Sword, an attack move that I just learned recently.

Although it is still a bit unfamiliar to someone who is in the early stage of Jindan, it should not only be this power.

But he can learn slowly and ponder on his own.

After all, in this era of cultivating immortals, there has never been a practice of cultivating god stones and souls. Ever since all the exercises have been fused together to form a mysterious exercise.

All aspects of his cultivation have been greatly increased.

Accelerate the use of strength to attack and the evil cultivator in front of him was knocked down by his attack power this year.

Flying upside down, couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Before he could say a word, he closed his eyes, fell towards the chaotic spiritual energy and the sea, disappeared, and was instantly swallowed up.

Everyone hasn't realized what happened. Only Zhenjun Yuanying knows what happened.

There is no need to save it, but the grandfather of the evil cultivator is a Nascent Soul, and he is very confident in the strength of his grandson.

And he didn't expect that it was because of this lack of self-confidence that he delayed, just his grandson's time.

He couldn't even find his grandson's body, which made him hate Mo Yuheng.

Unable to resist, he raised his hand high and lowered it heavily.

Only by wanting to take Mo Yuheng's life can he avenge his grandson, who is his only talented child inherited by blood.

It was his pride, but in the end, the grandson he had loved for decades disappeared like this, and the ones he had painstakingly cultivated were useless.

How could he not be angry when he was killed by a hateful cultivator?
Regardless of other people's obstruction, he directly attacked Mo Yuheng with strong anger: "Stinky girl, you are really courting death."

Zhenjun Wuji wanted to stop him, but was blocked by another evil cultivator, Yuanying Zhenjun.

"Prince Wuji, your opponent is me."

Zhenjun Wuji was very angry and couldn't slap the person in front of him away. You have to waste some time because the Yuanying Zhenjun who was angry enough to kill Mo Yuheng was wasted.

The person wearing the horn mask continued to float in mid-air leisurely, ignoring the movement here, just staring closely at what Mo Yuheng would do next?
He was very curious about what the other party would do next, whether to die or join them was all up to him.

If you refuse to join, then I'm sorry, he still wants Mo Yuheng to disappear in this world.

Mo Yuheng was no match for someone who surpassed his cultivation level, and he didn't ask for mercy.

The huge slap was getting closer and closer, pressing down heavily with great power.

Mo Yuheng snorted and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Even a strong body and a cultivation level beyond one's own cannot resist this powerful deterrent force.

If you want to resist it, you can't resist it, let alone when the opponent is furious and using all his strength.

At this moment, he was crushed like a rotten wood and was suppressed by the other party, unable to move: "Old guy, one day my old lady will definitely take your dog's head herself."

This is what he wants to say in anger, he has never vented his aggrieved heart so arrogantly.

He also has a master, but in the sect.

No one stands in the way for him here, everything can only be done by himself, after all, this is the process of training him.

He can make a compromise and go back with the other party, and then slowly make some small movements later, retreating from the whole body and cooperating with the sect to eradicate evil cultivators.

But he didn't want to, she could join the evil cultivator and retire later.

He was afraid that the main reason was that the heroine Mo Zhixue would make a fuss about this matter and frame it.

If it can't help Yuxu, it will also cause Yuxu to bear the infamy of joining the magic cultivator.

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