Seeing that everyone was silent, the Thunder Emperor sighed softly, and then said: "Okay," the Creation God swears yes, I'll come first!" The Thunder Emperor stepped out, glanced at the Thunder Crown with complicated eyes, and made a heavy oath, after the oath was finished, the Thunder Emperor found that there was a special rule acting on his body, he understood, it was the effect of the rules of heaven and earth, and the oath had taken effect.

When the others saw that the Thunder Emperor had sworn an oath, they all swore reluctantly.

After the people of the Thunder God Temple swore an oath, Ming Mo looked at the people of the Wind God Temple, and said indifferently: "What about you? Your hall master has fled, and if he escapes, he will admit defeat, he no longer cares about your life and death, whether you surrender or die, make a choice!"

Feng Xiang and several elders and protectors left behind in the Wind God Temple, you look at me, I look at you, and finally set their eyes on Feng Xiang's body.

And Feng Xiang's face kept changing, and finally sighed heavily, looked at Ming Mo and said, "That's it, we surrender and are willing to become your subordinates." ”

After speaking, he made a creation oath! Seeing Feng Xiang surrender, several other people also began to swear to surrender to Mingmo.

This can't be blamed for their lack of loyalty, but because the Wind Saint left them alone and ran away alone made them angry in their hearts, and compared to the Thunder Emperor, the Wind Saint seemed much more despicable and shameless.

The Wind Sage knew that if he escaped, then the people trapped in his Wind God Temple would definitely be more than lucky, and the key was that he also attacked and seriously injured Ming Mo, and it was very likely that he was angry by Ming Mo, but the Wind Sage still fled, which means that the Wind Sage has given up on them.

However, it is understandable for the Wind Saint to do this, because these people only represent thirty percent of the high-end combat power of the Wind God Temple, and there are still seventy percent of the high-end combat power left, the Wind Saint is not without the strength of a fight, as long as it unites with other temples, the Wind Saint is not without a chance of winning, and after he wins, he is still the noble lord of the First Temple, so Feng Xiang and they have become outcasts.

"Take them back, I'll go back and heal first. ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and punched out a red rune, merging into the void, and a whirlpool appeared in the void, and Minmo plunged headlong into the whirlpool.

Out of that small world, Ming Mo's figure moved, and went directly to Ling Tian Pavilion, his face was extremely pale at this time, and the corners of his mouth continued to overflow with a trace of blood.

Although he didn't seem to have much to do just now, he had been holding on all the time, others might not know, but of course he could feel the power of the Wind Sage's sword, the power of the destructive wind was constantly raging in his body, not only the internal organs were traumatized, but even the meridians were cracked, although the power of the wind was temporarily suppressed by him, but it would be troublesome if it was not removed early. If it weren't for the strength of his physical body, and the incomparable tenacity of his internal organs and meridians, I am afraid that the sword of the Wind Sage would have made him lose his ability to fight, and he would be seriously injured and dying.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Ming Mo appeared on top of Ling Tian Pavilion, and after taking out his identity jade card, he flew towards the highest hall, and now, he had to heal his wounds.

Just when Mingmo entered the main hall, he met a woman, a woman as beautiful as a fairy in the painting, Xuanlong.

At this time, Xuan Long had just come out of his residence, came out to relax, and looked, after all, the scenery of this Ling Tian Pavilion was like a fairyland, but he didn't expect to see Ming Mo flying over.

And seeing that Ming Mo's face seemed to be injured, he looked pale, and covered his chest with one palm. There was a glimmer of scarlet on top of the white shirt.

"What's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Ming Mo seemed to be injured, Xuan Long hurriedly stopped Ming Mo and asked with a worried face, there was a touch of sorrow in his watery and picturesque, soft and watery eyes, and the crisp voice that was as soft as Qingquan 7 jade shattered seemed to tremble a little more, and Yiren's heart seemed to be affected by Ming Mo's injury.