Thank you ex-girlfriend for not marrying

Chapter 101
On the Hengshan faction square, that is, Mo's family, everyone was ready to chase the family out, and also released the news that the disciples outside would try their best to block Mo Qingwu's way.

Mo Daozi's distraction disappeared, and the deity went to the land of no one. People have been there since ancient times and have never returned, so there is no need to worry about future troubles.

Without Mo Daozi, Mo Qingwu is nothing but a slaughtered sheep.

At this moment, above the sky of the family, a strong and gentle aura enveloped, Mo Zhentian's expression suddenly changed and he hurriedly looked up to the sky.

Above the huge clouds in the sky, a translucent middle-aged Confucian scholar emerged, stepping on the auspicious clouds above Mo's house, holding a book in his hand and reading it with relish.

It's not any other book, it's a Chinese textbook, and I seem to be reading it with gusto.

"Where is the sacred place, why did you come to the top of my Mo family? It's too deceiving. If you want to fight, I will fight with you."

Mo Zhentian's cultivation base has just broken through, everyone is like this, as long as his cultivation base breaks through, he will feel a sense of expansion, feeling invincible in the world.

Just broke through, before he had time to show off in the arena, he ate a turtle, and now he is burning with anger!
Another strong man came out. Although he was terrifyingly strong, it was a bit intolerable to step on the sky above the Mo family's head.

The scholar looked away from the Chinese textbook, looked down at the entire Mo family mountain gate, glanced at it, and didn't speak.

Suddenly, a huge voice appeared in the sky, as if reciting a poem.

"Flying down three thousand feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way is falling into the sky!"

The sound fell, and the clouds in the sky suddenly changed color. Above Mo's head, a huge cloud waterfall actually condensed, hanging high in the sky, and the clouds flowed down the waterfall.

The clouds flowing down from the waterfall formed huge swords and fell towards the Mojia Mountain Gate.

"Who are you! You can't say what you say... Can you become an immortal?"

A sword fell from the waterfall, Mo Zhentian immediately used his cultivation, and at the same time mobilized the mountain guard town to protect the entire mountain gate.

At the beginning, it was able to resist the sword falling from the waterfall in the sky, but slowly the mountain guard array began to shake, and it was a little unable to support it.

Mo Zhentian suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, the town of Hushan burst, a sword fell from the sky, and fell to the ground with a huge destructive force, the buildings inside collapsed one after another, and the disciples of the Mo family uttered violent cries .

Even some hills were cut down by the sharp sword.

In an instant, the entire Mo family immediately turned into a pile of ruins.

Mo Zhentian's face was terrified, he was probably the first worst peak grandmaster ever.

He didn't even have the ability to resist, and wanted to fly up, but a sword fell down.

"Confucianism and Taoism saint! My Mo family has no grievances or enmities with you. If you are so unscrupulous, aren't you afraid of the cultivation alliance?"

After saying this sentence, I also feel wrong, they are all sanctified, so are you afraid of the Cultivation Alliance?
For hundreds of years, there has been no saint in this world!Where did the saint come from?
Appeared suddenly, disappeared suddenly.

The Mo family has been passed down for thousands of years, and it instantly became ruins.

The huge adjacent waterfall above the sky, disappeared without a trace, and the sky was clear.

Mo Zhentian, with disheveled hair, torn clothes, sword marks and wounds visible to the naked eye, sat slumped on the ruins, staring blankly at the messy Mo family.

"Who is this? Who offended me! Did you even send out saints? Doesn't it mean that there are no saints after the end of the Dharma Era? Where did saints come from?"

The entire Mo family was also killed and injured, crying for their father and mother.

At the same time, on Foxian Island, an island above a grove of purple bamboos, a Confucian and Taoist scholar holding a Chinese textbook appeared in midair again.

His expression is gentle and gentle, and his feet are on auspicious clouds.

"Daoist Zizhu, can you come out and see, otherwise I will give you a poem."

The voice is gentle, but it rolls like thunder, and it is directly transmitted into the huge island below, Foxian Island.

Zizhu Daojun, his cultivation base has also reached the Great Master in his whole life. He is one of the famous decent sects. There are 32 grand masters in it. It is said that there are [-] of them. It is a well-known transcendental sect in the Chinese rivers and lakes.

It's not the Mo family, that kind of middle-class small school can be compared. Of course, when the Mo family was famous, it was obviously not back then.

Daoist Zizhu, who looks suave and suave, is very famous in the Jianghu, and has an unclear relationship with many women in the Jianghu. In the Jianghu, he is like those big stars in the ordinary, but celebrities, There are countless women adored.

As soon as the sound came out, 32 figures immediately flew out from the purple bamboo forest on the island, and came into the midair. They also stepped on the auspicious clouds, stood facing the middle-aged Confucian scholar holding a Chinese textbook, and surrounded them.

Afterwards, there was an unrestrained laughter. A handsome and suave middle-aged man was holding a purple bamboo flute in his hand. The sound of the flute sounded, and he slowly floated in mid-air.

"I don't know what to call this fellow Taoist? Since you have come to my Buddha Island, why don't you come to the island to talk about it?"

On Foxian Island, there are tens of thousands of disciples. There are Vajras who practice Buddhism and Zen, Confucianism and Taoism, and there are also exercises of Taoists, and there are people who practice music... Anyway, it is very messy, and there are all kinds of talents.

"I, Mo Qingwu's husband, I came here this time just to give you a warning, don't be greedy for my wife's beauty, she already has someone, sir, please don't think about it."

Li Deming opened his mouth slowly, his tone was gentle and not in a hurry, and the clouds were calm and breezy.

Everyone frowned, and quickly looked at the stranger seriously.

There is no such a person in Jianghu, who has no breath, no wonder they don't know each other.

Zizhu Taoist frowned, looked at it and then laughed.

"Who did I say, who dared to come to the gate of my Buddha Immortal Island and yell? It's actually the son of the senior Mo Daozi. Are you saying that you can't practice, are you an ordinary person trash?"

Everyone was a little surprised.

Mo Daozi's son is an ordinary person who cannot cultivate, but he has been verified by the Cultivation Alliance, so why is he suddenly able to float in mid-air now?

"That's right, I don't practice and I don't know how to fight, but I can read books.

Even so, even if I'm a mortal, you shouldn't hit my wife's idea. I'm here today to tell you, not to fight you. "

All 32 of them have entered the field of grand masters, and they are all looking at Li Mingde's cultivation, but the other party is ordinary, with no cultivation at all. Apart from his extraordinary temperament, he can step into the clouds, which is a bit strange.

Mo Daozi is powerful, and his devilish aura is overwhelming, but it's not so weird.

And before Mo Daozi left, with his hands in his trouser waist, he let go of the words at the gate of the Cultivation Alliance:

"Hey, hey, hey! Are you old bastards still alive? I'm leaving, to No Man's Land.

After I leave, it doesn't matter if the younger generation fights and fights. Whoever dares to hurt my grandson and my apprentices, then you all pray to God to bless me, and I will never come from a land of no one. return.

If I can come back, whoever dares to touch my grandson, I will destroy his entire family sect.

Do you hear, you old bastards, the old mutes are deaf? "

No one spoke, Mo Daozi still had his hands in his trouser waist, he could only turn his head away slowly, muttering to himself.

"I take care of my affairs by myself. If you feel unhappy, just come to me. If anyone dares to put the blame on my grandson, I will mess with him when I come back.

If you keep silent, I will take it as your tacit consent. "

After Mo Daozi left, everyone in the Jianghu knew that he had left.

(End of this chapter)