―― Looking at Mo Xian at this moment in disbelief, the monk surnamed Han couldn't understand why Mo Xian would attack him, could it be that he wanted to seize Mo Zun's merits alone, and said that his death was Mo Zun's dying counterattack?

The scholar surnamed Han felt that Mo Xian would not be so stupid, because there were more than a thousand monks loyal to him behind him, even if he killed himself, Mo Xian would not be able to stop the tongue of those who forgot their righteousness, and those guys would definitely find an opportunity to tell the Lord about this matter in exchange for the Lord's reward.

But in the smile that Mo Xian leaked towards the ink demon, the scholar surnamed Han's eyes shrank instantly, and there was an extreme shock in his heart, and there was a conjecture in his heart, but he couldn't believe it anyway, because this conjecture was too earth-shattering, and it was really dangerous.

That is, Mo Xian and Mo Zun did not break up from beginning to end, and the palm of Mo Xian's sneak attack on Mo Zun was that Mo Zun may not have been defenseless in advance, or that he was not defenseless at all, and deliberately let the Mo Immortal behind him seriously injure himself and flee in order to gain the trust of his master.

But this plan is too dangerous, only the divine soul remains, even a monk of the level of the ink demon, one body is cultivated to one out of ten, in this endless starry sky. There is no need to say much about how dangerous it is to have only the divine soul left, I don't know how many monks specialize in collecting the divine soul of the monk to make a living, and there are even monks who deliberately kill others in order to get the other party's divine soul.

Even if it is an ink demon, the chance of surviving in this state is only two percent, and judging from the ink demon who is now seriously injured and his soul is shattered to the extreme, the probability of survival of two percent is just too much.

But the ink demon really did it, although I don't know what the ink demon is for, but with this courage alone, the scholar surnamed Han admired it to the top. I felt that I had died unjustly.

Feel the rapid loss of vitality in the body. The scholar surnamed Han turned his head with the last bit of strength, looking at the thousands of monks behind him who had already surrendered to him, since the ink immortal had solved himself, the scholar surnamed Han didn't think that those monks who had betrayed the ink demon would end up much better than himself.

Sure enough. When Mo Xian unconsciously approached behind him. The thirty female cultivators brought by Mo Xian also quietly came to the front of the team. Behind the group of people with the highest cultivation, and the moment those monks were shocked by Mo Xian's move, the momentum on the thirty female cultivators instantly skyrocketed. The immortal realm that surpassed in the blink of an eye, the cultivation increased dozens of times out of thin air, but it was just a move, and the monk in front of him was completely scattered with his body and soul.

If it was really a one-on-one fight, those monks would not be so bad, but they were shocked by Mo Xian's actions, and the monks who lost their vigilance for a while could only not even react to death, and became the residue in the hands of those thirty female cultivators.

After killing the dozens of monks who were at the head, the thirty female cultivators turned around with an indifferent face, like a wolf into a flock of sheep, and went straight into the crowd behind them.

Although the cultivation is far inferior to the thirty female cultivators, if these thousand monks join forces, even if these thirty female cultivators want to kill one person, it is very difficult, but not even one of them stands up to organize an effective resistance, everyone thinks about how to escape from this place quickly, and the purpose of coming to wait for others to come has forgotten, and no one dares to think that Mo Xian is close here, let alone the ink demon lying on the meteorite not far from Mo Xian.

Even many times the monks killed by these female cultivators were all dead with their backs to these female cultivators, and they did not resist even a moment until they died, so that those female cultivators killed them was extremely easy, as if they were a bunch of chaotic hornets, and they were run around by only thirty monks.

Looking at the scene of these monks fleeing in a hurry, the corner of the monk surnamed Han suddenly had a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, he was still complacent about gathering such a large number of monks before, and mocked Mo Xian for not having the courage to stop him, it turned out that all this was carried out with the acquiescence of Mo Xian or Mo Demon.

And when he was complacent, Mo Xian may have been watching from the sidelines, and the purpose of allowing himself to do so may be to remove the rest of the garbage from his own forces, leaving some strength that is absolutely loyal to him.

In this way, although it looks like a great loss of power on the surface, it is easier to unite and swing a punch, even if it is your own master, you have to face it seriously.

Thinking of this, he felt a destructive force spread from the wound to his whole body, and his eyes gradually darkened, and the monk surnamed Han smiled helplessly, and his whole body seemed to be a galaxy in the distance, instantly dissipating into a little fluorescence, spreading into this endless starry sky.

took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood stains on his palm, Mo Xian casually threw it aside, and didn't look at the starry sky that had turned into blood behind him, he didn't care whether those monks were lucky enough to escape, if the ink demon paid such a big price to set up this situation, and let these small fish and shrimp escape, it would be really ridiculous.

The body flickered and came to the side of the ink demon, looking at the injury above the ink demon's soul, although the ink fairy had a calm smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was a vague tension in his eyes, he took out a pot of spirit wine from the void with a flip of his wrist, and carefully approached the ink demon's mouth, looking at its shape, it was the pot of spirit wine that the ink fairy once drank.

Feeling the movement of the ink immortal, the ink demon opened his mouth to cooperate with the movement of the ink immortal, so that the spirit wine that exuded a strange fragrance in the wine jug and dispelled the surrounding bloody smell entered his mouth, and the broken divine soul actually healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye-

(To be continued......)