Master is so cold

Chapter 300 Under the Immortal, Mo Baichuan!

In fact, it is not too difficult to kill a peerless genius before it rises. Many powerful ascetics in Qingxuan Continent have done this kind of thing.

Among the ascetics who can cultivate to the Death Profound Realm, which one is not a peerless genius who was famous for a while?

In terms of talent, means, and combat power, they will not be weaker than those peerless geniuses who are rising. Therefore, it is extremely simple for them with strong cultivation to kill a peerless genius.

The most difficult thing to obliterate is actually those geniuses who are fully protected by the major sects. They are the hope of a sect to become strong.

Therefore, when Su Mo was in danger, the old monsters of Qinglian Xianzong couldn't hide after all.

Huo Litian's eyes were burning, and he was staring intently at the old man who suddenly appeared at the edge of the sky.

The old man has long snow-white hair, a withered body, and his actions are like a dry old tree, exuding an extremely decayed atmosphere, and there are streaks of death in his eyebrows and eyes, as if they will never be dispelled.

It seemed that he was just an old man who could be buried in the ground at any time.

But it was this kind of person that made Huo Jue, who had been attacking in a rage, stop abruptly, and his golden armor turned around at Huo Jue's side at a high speed, in order to strengthen Huo Jue's momentum.

His complexion was gloomy, his copper-bell-sized eyes glowed with golden light, and he looked at the old man in front of him warily. After a long while, he finally reluctantly said, "Mo Baichuan, you're not dead yet."

For a moment, the entire Xuefeng Mountain was in an uproar.

"Mo Baichuan?"

"Isn't this the one who survived the blow from Immortal Yushu back then?"

"How is it possible? It is extremely difficult for the monster race to survive for ten thousand years. How can we and the human race survive for ten thousand years?"

"It's really him! Thousands of years ago, he challenged the immortal, and survived a blow from the immortal Yushu!"

"All sword cultivators in the world follow him as an example!"

"No.1 under Immortals, Mo Baichuan!"

Many ascetics exclaimed one after another. Most of them were from the dilapidated era, and their cultivation was not bad, so their knowledge was not low.

Mo Baichuan!
A cultivator who survived thousands of years ago, with only three words, is enough to represent an era.

3 years ago, the Yushu Immortal came to the Immortal Realm, and suppressed Wanzong with a painting brush, continuing the status of the leader of the Taoist sect of Shengxuan Mountain.

But ten thousand years ago, a casual cultivator with a sword rose up like a comet. With a long sword, he wiped out all the enemies in the world, and killed all cultivators with fear. Since then, the sword cultivator has completely reached its peak in the era ten thousand years ago .

During that time, the sword cultivators of the Supreme Sword Palace felt ashamed for a long time.

Until thousands of years ago, Yushu Immortal, who was about to sit in front of the Immortal Gate, realized the crisis of Shengxuan Mountain after its fall.

During those 1000 years, Immortal Yushu did many things.

First, he forcibly suppressed countless Buddhist powers who were about to move in the Thousand Buddhas Domain, and then went deep into the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, killing countless demon powers, and frightened the heroes.

All cultivators in the world know that Immortal Yushu is cutting off opponents for Shengxuanshan. If Immortal Yushu sits down one day, these demonic and Buddhist powers will definitely attack Taoism. After all, Immortal Yushu is there. The only way to do this is to be brave, but as a jade book immortal, there is no one in Shengxuan Mountain who can suppress the whole world.

The position of the leader of the Taoist sect will definitely be challenged.

During those 1000 years, the enemies of Shengxuan Mountain were terrified. No one dared to anger a Taoist leader who had an immortal, let alone an immortal who was about to die.

It also allowed the arrogance of Shengxuan Mountain to climb to the top.

There are thousands of sects in the world, and there is no one who dares not to follow.

Until that day, there was a sword practitioner who went up to Shengxuan Mountain alone, and cut down the gate of Shengxuan Mountain that had stood for hundreds of thousands of years with a long sword, and beheaded the holy son of Shengxuan Mountain who offended him.

I have to say that the sword cultivator is crazy.

Immortal Yushu hadn't sat down yet, but Jianxiu dared to kill his holy son in front of the gate of Shengxuan Mountain, and finally forced Immortal Yushu to come out of the mountain in person.

On that day, there was no earth-shaking and magnificent battle that shocked the world, only a pen and a long sword.

After that, the long sword was broken, and the fairy painting brush was never born again.

But after that day, everyone in the world knew that there was a sword cultivator with astonishing combat power, who survived a single blow from an immortal, and finally walked out of Shengxuan Mountain in a chic manner.

Since then, under the immortals, he has been called No.1!
And Jianxiu's name is Mo Baichuan.

Huo Litian's eyes were cold, he concentrated on looking at the white-haired old man in the sky, his heart seemed to be filled with fury, surging violently.

It's time to settle the feud between him and Mo Baichuan.

"Mo Baichuan, you really are not dead!"

Huo Jue's eyes were shining with gold, and his golden armor was shining brightly. Facing this sword cultivator who shocked the world and dared to fight an immortal, his heart was shocked.

Ever since the battle between Mo Baichuan and the Yushu Immortal, Mo Baichuan has seldom made a move. Some people even guessed that Mo Baichuan was already dead. When the attacker attacked, Mo Baichuan made a move.

When Lihuo Shengzong attacked Qinglian Jianzong with all the strength of the sect, he also made a move.

Therefore, rumors about Mo Baichuan once again resounded across the land.

But today, Huo Jue saw it with his own eyes.

Mo Baichuan is not dead!
The white-haired old man was much calmer. He ignored Huo Jue, and then slowly turned his head to look at Su Mo beside him. Like a kind old man, he reached out his hand and wanted to pat Su Mo on the shoulder.

But when he stretched his hand halfway, Mo Baichuan subconsciously stopped.

"I'm sorry, I'm so old and rude. Now you have a different identity." Mo Baichuan rubbed his hands with some regret, with a bit of embarrassment that he couldn't hide, "Speaking of which, your Renshui Xianjiu is really good. Do you want to give me a pot again?"

Under everyone's eyes, Su Mo still stood there calmly.

After a while, under Mo Baichuan's expectant eyes, Su Mo reached into the space ring, took a pot, and handed it to Mo Baichuan.

It made Yan Haomiao's eyes warm.

A whole pot of Renshuixian wine is priceless in the fairy world.

Mo Baichuan took the jug skillfully, and burst out laughing, "Don't worry, Su Zongzhu, I took a jug of wine for you today, and this level, I will take it for you."

While speaking, he hastily poured a sip into his mouth, and the immeasurable aroma of the wine soon filled the entire Yunvv Peak. The aroma of the wine alone was enough to make many ascetics drunk.

After taking a sip, Mo Baichuan laughed loudly. Then, he stretched out the long sword in his hand, and the meaning of life and death was revealed from the long sword like a raging tide.

Under the sword, there are endless green lotuses hanging from the entire sky.

"Boy Huo Jue, it is in vain that you, as the Supreme Elder of the Giant Spirit Immortal Sect, with the cultivation base of the Death Profound Realm, disregarded the covenant of the Immortal Sect made by my ancestor of the Immortal Sect, how dare you treat me from the Qinglian Immortal Sect? Sovereign take action, boy, today I will let the old man teach you what is the Qinglian Sword Art!"

Mo Baichuan let out a long shout, and raised his sword, slashing at Huo Jue who was in the distance.

Under the sword, a green lotus sword light that cut through the sky swayed and rose.

There is no terrifying extreme power, just a blue lotus sword light, it seems to suppress the sky.

"Mo Baichuan, you are so brave!"

Huo Jue roared angrily, his golden armor was blazing, emitting a magnificent golden light, and the image of hundreds of thousands of feet stood under the sky in an instant.

Mo Baichuan didn't have any face-to-face, and directly attacked him. He was ignored by Su Mo and Mo Baichuan one after another. How could he not be angry.

"Humph!"

Mo Baichuan snorted coldly, "Boy, if this old man had no guts, he wouldn't have been hurt by the Jade Book Immortal back then!"

That sword Qinglian's sword energy was millions of meters wide, falling from the sky, and slashed on Huo Jue's golden armor.

Only countless explosions and roaring noises could be heard, but under the Qinglian sword energy, the golden armor dharma figure with a height of hundreds of thousands of feet was cut through with a single sword as brittle as thin paper.

Huo Jue was shocked for a moment.

It was as if a terrifying aura locked him tightly, and the sense of danger that Mo Baichuan brought to him the moment he drew his sword reminded him of how he felt when he saw his ancestor when he was a teenager.

Also in the Death Profound Realm, Huo Jue discovered that Mo Baichuan's aura was countless times stronger than him.

"How is it possible! You are also in the Death Profound Realm, how could you be so powerful! Even if Wang Taishan is here, this is absolutely impossible!"

Huo Jue only had time to scream in horror, and the million-foot Qinglian sword energy fell down.

A sword fell, the golden armor was broken, and the body and head were separated.

The sword qi cut off the sky, exposing a large void and black hole. Only then did all the power be consumed and slowly dissipate.

Many ascetics were silent in unison.

They opened their mouths wide and did not dare to make a sound, because the sword was too horrifying and completely beyond their cognition.

Even Xuanwuyan and Lei Ming, who were hiding in the depths of the void, both showed horrified eyes at the same time.

"So strong! The power of the Profound Death Realm can be so terrifying!"

Xuanwuyan subconsciously said that Mo Baichuan's sword was also difficult for him to understand.

Only Huo Litian, who was standing by the side, showed an incomprehensible smile.

As a contemporary of Mo Baichuan, who also succumbed to the majesty of Yushu Immortal, he naturally knew Mo Baichuan's strength.

To be honest, the so-called Wang Taishan was nothing more than an urchin in front of Mo Baichuan.

He looked at the surrounding Death Profound Realm with some disdain.

These people will never understand how brilliant the era of Immortal Hengkong was tens of thousands of years ago.

But at this moment, under the Yunv Peak, the white-haired old man was holding a long sword, just like the fairy who descended from the fairy world.

But soon, Mo Baichuan quickly opened his mouth and drank the Dakou Immortal Wine.

Using the power of the wine to firmly suppress the death-xuan aura that was like a tarsus bone, he avoided the situation where the death-xuan aura would backfire all over him, and he sighed a little discouraged.

"If it weren't for this pot of Renshuixian brewing, no matter how courageous this old man is, he would not dare to make such a move. After all, no one in this world can heal his wounds."

Mo Baichuan murmured drunkenly, then narrowed his cloudy drunken eyes, and slowly looked somewhere.

"What do you say, Huolitian!"

It fell with a sound, followed by Qinglian Sword Qi, which broke open the void at the edge of the sky, revealing the figures of a dozen practitioners of the Death Profound Realm in the void.

But at this moment, in the black hole of the void, Xuan Wuyan, Lei Ming and other Death Profound Realm cultivators had already shown panicked expressions.

Mo Baichuan's sword made them feel endless pressure.

Like an ordinary person, facing the towering snow-capped mountains.

Only beside them, a figure wrapped in Lihuo, was calm and unhurried from beginning to end.

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