Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 511

In order not to alarm outsiders, Mo Lin quietly opened the Sanjiang Realm, sent everyone into the Mysterious Realm, then slipped out of the camp in the direction directed by his father, ran for ten miles on the ground before soaring into the sky, heading towards Sanyuan Zong flew away.

The journey of [-] miles, whether it is far or near, in order to save his true energy, Mo Lin sent the Longya Saber. With the help of the Longya Saber, after two hours of rapid flight, he finally saw three Yuan Zong's sect residence.

The Sanyuan Sect is located on the mountainside of a big mountain, surrounded by aura, and the mist rises, and the glittering brilliance emitted by the sect's magic circle can be seen dozens of miles away.

"kindness?"

Mo Lin restrained his breath, fell back to the ground, and stopped on a small hill ten miles away. The Eight Desolation Sects have magic circles to detect the breath of practitioners, so Mo Lin had to be careful.

But what surprised Mo Lin was that the Sanyuan Sect was quiet and there was no trace of a battle. The entire sect was in a dead silence.

"Could it be that the ancestors haven't made a move yet? Or have you come early?"

Mo Lin's idea was rejected as soon as he was born. According to what his father said, the ancestors had set off long ago. It is impossible for Ren Rendao not to attack now, and there is no sign of them around.

Mo Lin is now a seventh-level Martial King, and his spiritual perception can easily cover ten miles away. Under the influence of martial arts will and Yin-Yang Martial Soul, his keen spiritual sense is unmatched by the Martial King. Mo Lin didn't believe that the ancestors could escape his perception.

Just when Mo Lin was puzzled, the magic circle covering the Sanyuan Zongmen's residence in the distance suddenly fluctuated violently, and a figure shot up into the sky from inside, as fast as lightning.

As soon as that figure appeared, two more figures rushed up into the sky right behind him. As the light flickered, two huge handprints descended from the sky and landed on No.1's body. That person suddenly seemed to be disconnected. Like a kite, it fell towards the direction where Mo Lin was hiding.

It was about two o'clock in the morning. Although the night was dark, under Mo Lin's true and false vision, it could still be seen that the shot down figure was wearing the black night clothes that the ancestors of the Mo Sect used when they were in action.

Mo Lin's body disappeared in place, and the next moment he appeared a thousand meters away, catching the shot down figure.

"Eighteen generations of ancestors!"

After seeing the man's face clearly, Mo Lin's face changed. Although he didn't know the name of the man, the face distorted by the pain was no stranger to him. It was an eighteenth generation ancestor of the Mo Sect!

When the cultivation level reaches the Martial King Realm, the reaction speed of memory will be doubled, and Mo Lin has already had the ability of photographic memory.

The eighteenth generation ancestor in his arms was seriously injured, most of the meridians in his body were shattered, and he did not know how many bones were broken. He was already on the verge of death, when he suddenly saw Mo Lin, his eyes suddenly burst into tears. the light of hope.

"Quick, hurry up and tell the ancestor that the Sanyuanzong had an ambush long ago, and trapped all of our people with the magic circle. Let the ancestor send people to rescue as soon as possible. If it is too late, it will be too late. Remember, you must send the Emperor Wu, Emperor..."

Before he finished speaking, the eighteenth-generation patriarch kicked his legs and stopped breathing.

Molin's heart tingled, and his pupils shrank sharply.

Unexpectedly, I saw such a tragic scene when I first arrived at Sanyuanzong. At this moment, two rays of light flashed, and the two Sanyuanzong masters who were chasing after him landed not far from Mo Lin.

"En? Why is there a fish that slipped through the net?" One of them raised his eyebrows when he saw Mo Lin hugging the eighteenth-generation ancestor, and said in surprise.

Another said: "It doesn't look like a traitor from Momen."

"Whoever he is, he dares to approach our Sanyuanzong at this time. He is an enemy and not a friend. Kill him first." The previous one said.

"Okay! I'll come!"

Without giving Mo Lin time to speak, or even asking who he was, one of them raised his hand and waved a palm, and a giant palm print ten feet long in the sky landed on Mo Lin's head.

Mo Lin's face was gloomy, his eyes showed murderous intent, his body was suddenly split into two, and he released his mirror image clone instantly. Feeling Mo Lin's killing intent, the clone waved a palm casually to disperse the palm prints on the top of his head, and the next moment came to the shooter. In front of the Sanyuanzong master, a sword light flashed, like a lightning strike in mid-air, the Sanyuanzong master was decapitated before he even had time to scream, and was beheaded with a single blow!

The rest of the Sanyuanzong masters saw their companions being killed with a single knife, and their expressions suddenly changed. They looked at Mo Lin's mirror image clone in horror, and forgot to run away.

Both of them are elders of the Sanyuan Sect, they are cultivated at the second level of the Earth Demon Realm, and they are specially responsible for killing Momen masters who may escape.

When they saw Mo Lin just now, Mo Lin gave them the feeling that his cultivation was around the tenth level of Wuzong, and he didn't take him seriously at all. He wanted to kill him with one palm and then return to the sect. Never thought that his companion would be killed The opponent was killed with a knife, and his brain was short-circuited in an instant.

This elder of the Sanyuanzong was not a fool. The death of his companion made him realize something was wrong very quickly. After realizing it, he didn't make a move. Instead, he shot up into the sky and fled towards the Zongmen.

"To live."

Mo Lin gave the clone an order, without even looking at the Sanyuanzong elder, he gently closed the open eyes of the eighteenth generation patriarch of Huailai, and sent him into the Sanjiang Realm.

The mirror image clone has the same level of cultivation and strength as Mo Lin, so how could it be possible for a second-level Martial King to escape under his nose?

A figure flashed in mid-air, and when the clone returned to Mo Lin, the second-level Martial King of the Sanyuan Sect was brought back with all his muscles and bones broken.

The second-level Martial King of the Sanyuanzong looked at Mo Lin with a painful face, his eyes trembling, begging for mercy, "No, don't kill me."

There are not no people in the world who are not afraid of death, but this second-level Martial King is obviously not among them.

"What's the situation in your sect now? Where have all the two hundred martial kings from the Mo sect gone? Tell me the truth, and I don't need to kill you."

Mo Lin let out a cold voice, and his eyes fell on the face of the second-level Martial King like a knife.

"I said, I said everything, the two hundred masters of the Mo sect were trapped by the big formation of the sect, and the masters of my sect and the young palace master are besieging them, and I believe it will not take long to kill them all. "

A chill flashed in Mo Lin's eyes, no wonder there was no trace of a fight, it turned out that the masters of the Mo sect were all trapped in the magic circle.

"How many martial arts masters are there in your sect? And who is the Young Palace Master?" Mo Lin asked again, although he wished he could rush into the formation to save people right now, but he didn't mess up his situation. If he didn't know the opponent's strength, If you rush in rashly, who knows what danger you will encounter?Even more than 200 ancestors were trapped, and the 100 people he brought were not necessarily stronger than the other party.

"My Sanyuanzong has more than 100 strong martial kings, more than 2000 inner disciples with the strength of the Wuzong, and more than 6000 outer disciples at the martial master level. The young palace master is the eldest son of the palace master of the Tianmo Palace. He brought 50 Many martial kings from the Heavenly Demon Palace came to help, and among them was a Demon King from the Heavenly Demon Palace."

"Devil King?!" Mo Lin's pupils shrank sharply, and his breathing became condensed.

(End of this chapter)