Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is half a moon again.

Today's Mo Pavilion is already famous all over the world, not only in the southern regions, but also in the eastern, western, and northern regions, more or less people have heard of it.

The stone sword is hundreds of feet high, standing horizontally in the square, and has the power of cutting the sky.

Shi Ding stands on the earth, connected with the leylines of the earth, swallowing the laws of heaven and earth, and a dragon vein of the earth is being bred under it.

It is rumored that in the holy pool of the back mountain, there are even swimming fish turning into dragons and ascending to heaven.

This is a paradise that all cultivators in the world can step into, and it is a wonderful blessed land for cultivation.

"It's amazing, there is such a holy land in the world, a few days ago, there was a figure at the peak of the Emperor Realm, who preached the Void Immortal in that Mo Pavilion, and the heavenly tribulation that descended was really terrifying, but it was a law that was shocked by the stone sword, and he was killed alive. ”

"That stone tripod spits out the laws of heaven and earth every day, so that the power of the laws permeated in the Demo Pavilion is becoming more and more abundant, and cultivating there can be described as a thousand miles a day. ”

"It is rumored that a few days ago, someone saw the scene of swimming fish turning into dragons in the holy pool of the back mountain, which is amazing!"

"Even the Holy Lord of Feather Transformation came in person, asked for a drop of holy water, and left excitedly, Mo Ge is definitely not simple, that Mo Zun, I don't know what kind of person he is, can actually establish such a big faction, even if it is a holy land, I am afraid that it is far away. ”

The land of the Southern Regions was completely boiling, and no matter where you went, you could hear someone talking about it, and the surprise on your face was indescribable.

"Where is the Lord of Moge?"

On this day, outside the gate of Moge Mountain, a light drink suddenly came.

The sky was clear, and the sun was hanging, but the moment this voice came out, the sky and the earth became dark in an instant.

A terrifying immortal power permeated, making everyone change color.

"Sect Master Ziyan, Zuo Yunfeng!"

In the Mo Pavilion, those cultivators who were kneeling in front of Shi Ding and Shi Jian at this moment were all alarmed and woke up from their cultivation state.

As far as they could see, they recognized the person who had come at this moment.

"More than a month ago, Ziyanzong came strongly, and wanted to take Mo Ge to open the knife, but I never thought that Wu Chongtian was fainted alive, and the ending was carried back. ”

"The Purple Flame Sect is a great faction in the Southern Regions, and they almost dare to stand side by side with the Holy Land, after that battle, they didn't make any moves, but they didn't expect that today, it was the sect master who came in person!"

"Look at the appearance, Zuo Yunfeng is most likely not good, this is a top-notch person who has stepped into the half-step Heavenly Immortal, he has been crisscrossing the Southern Regions for many years, and the Holy Lord is not out, who dares to compete with him?"

People were talking, and there was a complete uproar, and in the Mo Pavilion, everyone was shocked and woke up from the cultivation state.

"The seniors are guests from afar, and please enter the pavilion and take a break. ”

At this moment, Jing Yun and the other four appeared at the same time, all frowning slightly, with a little solemnity on their faces.

"Not necessarily!"

Zuo Yunfeng stood with his hands in his hands, condescending, and his deep eyes seemed to contain a sea of stars, which made people unable to see through.

He swept his gaze over the four of Jingyun, and then continued to speak, "What about your master, let him come out to see me quickly." ”

"The family teacher has been contemplating the truth of the Great Dao recently, I'm afraid that I won't be able to meet with my seniors, if the seniors are willing to wait, you can enter my Mo Pavilion, and when the master is out of the customs, I will be the first to know. Demon Yuntian frowned and said.

Zuo Yunfeng's tone was so arrogant that even the original Feather Saint Lord didn't dare to speak like this.

Although there was anger in his heart, the words of Demon Yuntian still seemed polite.

After all, this is a top-notch person who has stepped into the realm of half-step heavenly immortals, looking at the entire southern region, those who dare to compare with him, I am afraid that there will be few people to come.

"Humph!"

However, what was unexpected was that Zuo Yunfeng didn't pay attention to Demon Yuntian's words at all.

He snorted coldly, his palm probed into the air, and the terrifying killing machine instantly filled the four directions, a big void hand covered the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it was towards the demon cloud and the four people suppressed.

The faces of the four of them changed drastically, and during this period of time, although their cultivation was advancing rapidly, they still did not have the slightest power to resist in the face of a half-step Heavenly Immortal Realm figure.

All around, everyone was also shocked, they didn't expect Zuo Yunfeng to be so strong that he wanted to directly attack and kill the four disciples of Mo Wuchen.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the big hand exploded out of thin air, as if destroyed by an invisible force, and then, in the depths of Na Mo Ge, a faint voice came out, "Dare to kill people in front of my Mo Ge Gate, the deity needs an explanation." ”

The voice came out, and the next moment, I saw a young figure, bathed in holy light, he stepped into the air like a god son of the heavenly firmament, and appeared in front of everyone in an instant.

"What a young look!"

"This is the Lord of Mo Pavilion, the legendary Mo Zun?"

At this moment, within the Mo Pavilion, all the cultivators present were surprised on their faces, most of them had been here for a while.

But during this time, he had never seen Mo Wuchen himself.

Seeing the other party appear at this moment, they are much younger than they imagined.

"Master!"

Jingyun and the four of them slowly exhaled a breath, just now, if it weren't for Mo Wuchen's action, the four of them were afraid that they would have been killed on the spot.

Mo Wuchen waved his hand, motioning for them not to speak, and then he stepped out and stood in front of the four disciples.

Looking at Zuo Yunfeng, who was not far ahead, Mo Wuchen's face was flat, and his words were the same, "In front of my Mo Pavilion Gate, if you want to kill the disciple of the deity, Daoist friends are inevitably a little too much. ”

"Your Excellency is young, but you have already established your own sect, and now it is even more famous in the world, there are talented people in the country, each leading the way for hundreds of years, the old man has to admire, but you Mo Ge, you can't help but be too lenient, and you don't even put my Ziyan Sect in your eyes. ”

High in the sky, Zuo Yunfeng stood with his hands in his hands, he looked condescendingly, and between his words, his eyes flashed.

"This matter is right or wrong, the deity has already explained, I don't want to say more, but if you want to kill the deity disciple, please give an explanation for this matter. Mo Wuchen's face was flat, as if he was not moved by everything, he stood quietly in the void.

"Confession?"

Zuo Yunfeng sneered, "Then I'll give you an explanation." ”

"Boom!"

As soon as his voice fell, he shot without hesitation, and opened his mouth to spit out a bright glow, which turned into a sword in the sky and slashed at it.

The sword aura soared into the sky, and the majestic sword pressure filled the audience in an instant, making people change color.

The entire heaven and earth became dark at this moment, and in the high sky, a sea of swords appeared, at least formed by thousands of sword shadows.

Every sword, spitting out swords, with the power of terrifying laws, has now converged together, making that area inevitably become distorted.

"Holy Flame Sword, slash!"

Zuo Yunfeng snorted coldly, his voice echoed in all directions, and in an instant, thousands of sword shadows spread out a kind of blazing airflow, as if they were about to evaporate the void, and they all slashed towards Mo Wuchen.

(End of chapter)