"Thirteen, you're too perverted. ”

More than an hour later, the war stopped, and Zhuo Bufan and the others exhausted all their strength and returned to their original positions.

In comparison, Mo Wuchen is like a god, and he has become more and more brave in the battle, even now, even his breathing has not changed much.

"To be honest, if you go all out, how long will it take to defeat the nine of us joining forces?" Cao Mingle finally couldn't help but ask.

Hearing this, everyone's eyes were on Mo Wuchen, eager to know the answer.

"If you do your best......"

Mo Wuchen's face was stunned for a moment, and then he said, "Within one move." ”

This is not a lie, there are many ways to forget the dust hole cards, even if it is an ordinary demigod realm powerhouse, he can kill it with one finger.

Not to mention Zhuo Bufan, who is still at the level of the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

"Sure enough, it's a pervert. ”

Everyone was speechless, naturally they would not doubt Mo Wuchen's words, and from the battle just now, they could also feel that Mo Wuchen probably didn't even use half of his strength.

"When do you plan to leave again when you come back this time?" Zhuo Bufan finally asked a question that everyone was concerned about.

Mo Wuchen was silent, "It shouldn't be too long, in fact, I plan to move the Mo family to the Great Luo Heavenly Realm, if you are also willing, you can also go along." ”

"Migrating?"

Hearing Mo Wuchen's words, everyone's faces were slightly startled.

Migration is not something that can be done casually.

What's more, it's too difficult to teleport on a large scale.

Mo Wuchen didn't think about how difficult it would be to implement this matter, but since the matter of the Demon Dragon Clan would happen, it would inevitably happen in the future.

It is better for him to directly move his worries to the Daluo Heavenly Realm, with the protection of the Holy Mountain Great Array, even if the quasi-god comes, he can be fearless.

As for how to send so many people to the Great Luo Heavenly Realm at one time, this point is a question worth thinking about.

For 900 years, the Great White Dog has studied the true trick of the battle so thoroughly, perhaps, it may have a way.

The matter of migration, Mo Wuchen just mentioned it to Zhuo Bufan and others, as for whether they were willing to leave, Mo Wuchen would not force it.

After all, these people were all born in Tiannan, and here, there must be many things that they can't let go.

That night, all the people drank freely, and all of them were drunk, and fell asleep on the spot.

Early the next morning, Mo Wuchen was the first to wake up, he left the place, and came to the tomb of the Ethereal Saint Venerable again.

"Buzz ......"

He stretched out his palm, and in an instant, there was an infinite law condensation in the void, and it turned into an illusory big eye, like the eyes of gods and ghosts, which made people dare not look directly.

This is a kind of supernatural power given by the King of Jizo as an envoy of the underworld.

Through the dark eye, you can observe all the souls in the world!

"Sure enough, it's still ......"

Through the eyes of gods and ghosts, scanning this world, Mo Forgetchen stood quietly in place, and after a while, it was as if he had made a discovery.

He raised his hand and waved, and the Eye disappeared in an instant, and then, with his fingers, he pointed out in the void again and again.

"Buzz ......"

Ripples spread, and after a while, he saw an illusory palm-sized sandalwood appear in his hand.

Mo Wangchen threw the sandalwood in his hand into the air, and then, wisps of mist spread out of it, glancing in all directions.

"Thirteen, what are you doing here?"

Zhuo Bufan and the others had already been awakened and rushed over.

"The Conjuring. "Don't forget the dust and tell the truth.

"Recruit ...... The Conjuring?"

Everyone looked at each other, a little dumbfounded, Ren Qingcheng couldn't help but say, "Thirteen, when did you learn the Ancient Maoshan Divine Gate......?

Mo Wuchen didn't explain anything, he looked around, and when the ethereal palace, the aura emitted by the incense sandalwood reached a certain level of concentration.

Finally, the world here has undergone some changes.

"Huhuhu......"

In vain, the wind howled, and the entire Ethereal Palace became much darker, as if night was about to fall.

"Could it be that Thirteen is really conjuring spirits? How do I feel the ...... of the wind gusting in the clouds?"

Cao Mingle shuddered, as cultivators, they didn't have much fear of ghosts and evil spirits, but now they couldn't help but feel a little furious in their hearts.

"His soul ...... Too weak...... And it has been floating here for more than 900 years......"

Mo Wangchen frowned slightly, and then pointed out again, in mid-air, the sandalwood trembled slightly, exuding a more intense fragrance.

"Buzz ......"

Finally, after half a quarter of an hour, the void around the sandalwood suddenly fluctuated extremely restlessly, and the stars appeared one after another, and then condensed.

Under the incredible gaze of Cao Mingle and others, those stars finally condensed to form a figure.

"It's not ......"

"Ethereal Saint Venerable?!"

Zhuo Bufan's face was shocked, he was a person from the Northern Underworld, and he had naturally seen the Ethereal Saint Venerable.

But more than 900 years ago, didn't the other party have already fallen?

"Oh my God...... It's really a conjuring!"

Everyone was dumbfounded, some were speechless, they only thought that Mo Wuchen was playing tricks, but they never thought that the other party was really summoning spirits, and even the souls of people who died more than 900 years ago could be summoned, which was too incredible.

"You ......"

In mid-air, the soul of the Ethereal Saint Venerable looked extremely weak, and his eyes were confused, and he landed on Mo Wuchen's body.

"Senpai!"

Mo Wuchen bowed to him very respectfully, no matter how many years have passed, the Ethereal Holy Venerable has made his own efforts are indelible.

Then, under the gaze of Zhuo Bufan and others, Mo Wuchen opened a gate to the underworld and sent the soul of the Ethereal Saint Venerable into it.

"Thirteen, honestly, how did you do it?"

It wasn't until the gate to Hades finally disappeared that everyone fully reacted.

Mo Wuchen smiled, and then said, "I have the identity of an envoy, so I ......"

He briefly told Zhuo Bufan and others about the matter.

"Is there really a hell in the world?"

When everyone heard this, they were surprised, which subverted their cognition.

"Just listen to these things, and remember not to spread them around. Mo Wangchen reminded.

On that day, they continued to drink and talk about what had happened in the past 900 years.

It wasn't until the evening that Mo Wuchen said goodbye to them and told them that he would soon move to the Great Luo Heavenly Realm with the Mo family, and if they were willing to go along, they could send someone to summon them to the Mo family.

Leaving the Ethereal Palace, Mo Forgetchen moved all the way south.

Two hours later, he came to a certain sect.

Danzong!

In the past, Don't forget that you have been here for a while, but now that you have returned, you have long been different.

He didn't alarm anyone, hid in the void, glanced at this sect, and then left again, rushing in the direction of Yun Kingdom.