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Chapter 190 The Defecting Senior Brother in the Immortal Cultivation Novel 27
Tens of thousands of demon soldiers were lined up neatly outside Wuji City.

A luxurious carriage pulled by an eighth-level magical beast stopped in front of the demon soldiers.

Huo Tu knelt beside him, carefully feeding the Demon Lord grapes.

"Your Majesty~When are we going to attack?"

The left protector Lei Sha looked at the right protector who wanted to stick to his master, snorted, stood on the back of the monster with his big sword in his arms, and looked vigilantly at the disciples of various sects in front of him.

The female disciple who was now the leader of the Cangxuan Sect had a complicated look on her face when she saw the person not far away. She walked forward and said in a resounding voice, "Demon Lord, the Immortal Lord will be here soon. If you surrender now, I will give you my past favor..."

"Past favor?" The dark red pattern dotted the black hem of her dress. As the young man straightened his back and swayed gently, she smiled disdainfully. "What past favor? The favor of stabbing me into the Black Abyss? Don't you think that's ridiculous, Senior Sister Xiang?"

Xiang Zhiruo tilted the sword in her hand slightly forward and looked at the person on the carriage with a defensive attitude.

“Ling Mo! Even if you are the Demon Lord, you can’t beat the Immortal Lord Daoxuan. We know that you didn’t do it on purpose. If you stop now, the Cang Xuan Sect is willing to spare your life!”

Xiang Zhiruo didn't know about what happened in the hall, but she made the same choice.

“Hahaha… Then Senior Sister Xiang, just wait and see. Will it be He Xuan who captures me and takes me back to the sect, or will it be me who captures him and takes him back to the Demon Abyss—”

His eyes changed, and Ling Mo's gaze fell in a certain direction: "Master is here."

In the blink of an eye, the person who was originally sitting in the seat disappeared, and the black lotus floating beside it also disappeared from the spot.

Suddenly there was a huge explosion in the air, followed by the sound of weapons colliding.

The ice sword in He Xuan's hand hit the black ghost claw, splashing sparks.

"Master, long time no see." Ling Mo's sharp eyes raised slightly, revealing a murderous intent.

"Ling Mo, stop now and follow me back." He Xuan's expression was cold, and a powerful aura emanated from his inside out. No matter if they were demons or cultivators below, they all felt their blood boiling and erected barriers to avoid vomiting blood from the pressure.

"Jiuyao, come out!"

Ling Mo retracted the chain, and a lotus rose and bloomed in the air.

The petals surrounded the man in white.

A formation took shape instantly.

He Xuan stared at Ling Mo outside the formation with dark eyes, and a faint red light appeared in his eyes.

Ling Mo looked at him, realized something was wrong, and narrowed his eyes.

Demonic energy?

Why did a demonic aura flash across He Xuan's body?
Seeing the man with an increasingly strange aura, Ling Mo formed seals with his hands, and the formation shone brightly, and began to attack him.

"Big Brother!"

The other disciples of Cang Xuan Sect followed closely behind and shouted anxiously when they saw the two people fighting.

Bai Yesheng's palms were sweating.

Huo Tu looked at the increasing number of immortal cultivators and felt itchy to take action, but the Lord had said that she could not take action without her order.

"This formation... is so powerful." Yin Zeyu murmured as he felt the aura of the formation.

The elder of the formation peak finally remembered what it was when he saw the familiar formation. He widened his eyes and said, "This is the extinct Nine Lights Soul-Destroying Formation!"

"what is that?"

"It's a formation from the upper realm. It's rumored that the current demon king of the upper realm created this formation. During the third war between gods and demons, this formation killed hundreds of gods." The elder Zhenfeng looked more and more solemn. "Why does Ling have so many things from the upper realm demons?"

"A formation that can kill gods!" Shen Mo exclaimed in shock, "That Immortal Venerable hasn't even passed the tribulation to become a god yet, so he is doomed to die."

"...Yes." Yin Zeyu nodded heavily.

Originally everyone thought that Ling Mo could not defeat the Immortal Lord, but the fact was just the opposite.

He Xuan stood in the formation, and the sword in his hand turned into several swords that scattered around his body to resist the attack of the formation.

He looked at the people outside the formation, "You want to kill me?"

His question was strange.

Ling Mo's mocking voice sounded: "He Xuan, you killed me back then, and I'm killing you now, isn't that normal? Why are you so surprised? At this moment, you're not still trying to show respect to me, are you?"

"Or……"

Her tone suddenly became playful. She moved closer to the edge of the formation, looked at the man trapped in the formation, and scanned his face: "Master, how about accompanying me to the demon world and being my demon pet?"

"In this way, I will spare your life."

He Xuan raised his eyes, and something flashed in his golden eyes.

Suddenly, the swords around him seemed unable to withstand the attack of the formation and broke into pieces.

"puff--"

The man in white clothes and white hair spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground in a mess.

The disciples stepped forward to help him up, but he raised his hand to stop them.

Ling Mo returned to the ground, stood in front of all the cultivators, and laughed wildly.

"Master, what do you think of my proposal? Will you come back to the demon world with me and become the lowest demon pet, or will you die with them all?"

She walked forward, lifted his chin with her slender fingers, and looked down at his golden eyes with indifference.

"Master, please choose."

He Xuan looked at her and clenched his fist under his sleeve.

"Ling Mo, you traitor! How dare you humiliate your master in this way—"

"Even if he has his own reasons, he is no longer the Cang Xuan Sect's chief disciple. How long will you, the Cang Xuan Sect, protect him?"

"Let's fight together. We must not let the devil trample on the dignity of our cultivation world!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Some people were so angry that they started shouting.

"Stupid." Ling Mo raised his left hand, and a black lotus flew from the palm of his hand into the air, quickly growing larger and covering everyone's head.

She grabbed his throat impatiently and urged him, "I'll give you three shots. If you don't make a decision, I'll kill you."

"one."

Bai Yesheng drew out the sword in his hand and looked at Ling Mo warily.

"two."

Everyone is ready to go.

"three……"

"I'll go back with you."

The cold voice of Immortal Daoxuan sounded.

"Your Excellency Immortal, you can't do that!"

"Yes, even if he is powerful, how can we cultivators be afraid of death?"

……

Everyone was trying to stop it.

He Xuan raised his hand in front of him and looked at Ling Mo: "Lock it."

Ling Mo raised his eyebrows, feeling surprised that he was so sensible.

The Nine-Light Black Lotus returned to the palm of his hand.

"Five Yao Wood, Lock."

The black rattan tied the man's hands into a dumpling.

"Return to the Demonic Abyss."

The Demon Lord and the Immortal Daoxuan disappeared at the same time.

The demon soldiers and generals left soon after.

At the original barrier of the Demonic Abyss, one demon tree after another rose from the ground and instantly turned into a dense forest, blocking the way for everyone to move forward.

"We'll discuss it again when we get back."

The leaders of each sect looked at each other, nodded, and took their disciples back.

Wenren Ziyu was hiding among the disciples. He started to feel nervous the moment he saw Ling Mo. His hands were shaking uncontrollably and he was suddenly bumped into by someone.

"Brother, why do you look so scared? Did you do something to offend Ling Mo before?"

A very unfamiliar junior brother came up to him, and the sudden question made Wenren Ziyu, who was already feeling guilty, lose his grip on the fan in his hand. He dropped it and was caught by the unfamiliar junior brother.

"Brother, you are so flustered. Did I guess it right?"

Wenren Ziyu sensed his low level of cultivation, snatched back the fan in a bad mood and left in a hurry: "It's none of your business."

The junior brother looked at his fleeing back with dangerous eyes and whispered to himself: "... How come my sister's affairs have nothing to do with me?"

This person has my sister's divine vein.

Should I kill him or keep him for my sister?

(End of this chapter)