The combined attack array of the disciples of the Feather Transformation Sect became weaker and weaker as more and more disciples lost their cultivation, until they completely lost their effectiveness.

As soon as the formation dispersed, the scene immediately became chaotic, and many attacks contradicted themselves and canceled each other out.

After all, there are many people and chaos, and once the formation that combs and guides everyone to attack together collapses, that joint attack has the opposite effect.

Mo Qian did not stop, every time he appeared, while taking the fruit of humanity, he would also kick the disciples who had become mortals away.

Those disciples flew out of the battlefield, and either landed in the back mountain room, or fell into a side hall somewhere.

In a short time, more than 40 people in the Feather Sect had lost their cultivation, and the remaining 100 or so people could no longer pose a threat to Mo Qiao.

"This son is against the sky...... I'm afraid that I have to go out of the way. Seeing that the situation was not good, Silver Horn hurriedly threw out a token and sank into the depths of the back mountain.

At the same time, he also called for help to the monks of various sects who were watching from the wall.

"This demon devours the fruit of humanity, it has become a climate, and the wolf has ambitions, intending to dominate the immortal cultivation realm, such a great scourge, please also ask all your fellow Taoists to eliminate the demon together!"

"I have asked the master for help, and today is the death of this demon. ”

After Yinjiao finished speaking, many sects immediately responded.

In terms of the values of immortal cultivators in this world, what the Blue and White Society wanted to do greatly hurt their dignity.

Now seeing that the poor god of ink has passed through people, it can be called against the sky, and it suddenly makes everyone present feel a great sense of threat.

Especially when he raised his hand, he deprived Jin Jiao of his immortal cultivation qualifications, not to mention what his purpose was, this means alone was enough to cause great panic in the immortal cultivation world.

There were many monks who were already ready to move, but at this moment, seeing the fiasco of the Feather Transformation Sect, Yinjiao bluntly called for help, and immediately flew forward.

Excluding Yujing Mountain and Yuhua Sect, there are still ten immortal gates on the field.

Each immortal gate came to at least one gossip mirror, and some even came to the Four Elephant Realm.

For a while, there were three more Four Elephant Realms, seven Bagua Realm powers, and countless Yuan Jing and Yuan Ying.

In this regard, Mo Qian was not afraid at all, he knew that other sects would also be involved, and it was useless to let the rules take root in the hearts of the people, and to avoid fighting.

"Che Yun! Let's cast spells together!" Mo Qian and Che Yun have one soul and two hearts, and they can use two hearts and two minds, and suddenly the four operations are used at the same time.

Che Yun's two spells are to provide flight and defense for Mo Qian.

Mo is poor himself, and he focuses on rebounding and falling treasure.

It stands to reason that a four-elephant realm can't win against so many enemies.

Especially Mo Qian, everyone can see that Mo Qian's mana is rough and not subtle at all.

But I can't stand the execution of Mo Qian to reach a sufficient level, enough for absolute characteristics!

I saw that many powerful energies of wind, thunder, water and fire were raging on the field, and countless jade stone pillars and eaves were smashed by the waves.

But as soon as he met Mo Qiao, no matter how inevitable the blow was, he suddenly changed his master.

The mana around Mo Qian is condensed into substance, and in the face of earth, wind, water and fire, he only cares about it.

With a sweep of his hand, the sharp sword qi flew back with a spin.

The qi rolled, and the blazing flames that shone with white light rolled and retreated.

Gangfeng and lightning, guided by Mo Qian, flew in an orderly manner on the field, and it was the other way to return the other.

led the attack of the Xuandong Sect to the Kunte faction, and the attack of the Kunte faction swept to the Yuhua Sect......

Although the Ten Great Immortal Gates participated in the battle and besieged Mo Qiao, the result was that they fought with each other.

Mo Qian blocked left and right, kept fiddling, attacking openly, causing countless ripples, but not a single leaf touched his body.

He didn't let go of a single attack, but it was as if ten thousand arrows were fired, and all kinds of spells around him killed the monks in an orderly manner.

"Jianwen, quickly take back your sword qi!" "Silver Horn is frantically blocking a terrifying sword qi, but that sword qi is already very powerful, and with an unstoppable effect, it is quite infinite, even if the energy is dissolved, the impact of this blow will not disappear.

Elder Jianwen of the Xuandong Sect roared, "My natal sword qi no longer listens to me!"

After saying that, he also endured a real fire.

Not only him, but all the monks who participated in the war experienced the despair of the Golden Horn at this moment.

His own attack became the attack of others, and Mo Qian outperformed them in this single move in the siege.

Can't dodge, can't block, can't even defuse.

The combined strength of a dozen of them was not as great as the trouble caused by more than a hundred low-level monks to Mo Qiao!

"Why is this happening? we can't even use his teleportation!" Silverhorn said in horror.

However, Jianwen was quite smart, and he looked out of the door and said: "No! He is not afraid that our attacks will be strong, but he is afraid that we will attack too much!"

This is to the point, they are the Four Elephant Realm, and the ink poor is also the Four Elephant Realm, no matter how strong their attack is, it is no problem for the ink poor to swing away.

So no matter how powerful it is, Mo Qian is not afraid.

On the contrary, the siege of a large group of low-level monks before made Mo Qian dare not play with all the attacks like this.

Even if Mo Qian is so powerful, his neural reaction ability is limited, and more than a dozen attacks are played with at will, and there is no way to follow hundreds or thousands of them.

"I see!Don't pile up damage, increase attack speed!"

Everyone is now simply forced out of the containment mindset by Mo Poor, no matter why, no matter how there is no logical method, they have all used it.

is still as exhaustive as before, and in the end, there is no benefit except to drive yourself crazy.

I saw that the style of painting changed, and the monks turned to bombard Mo Qian like magic machine guns.

Whatever spell has a large range, wide coverage, and high firing frequency, use it.

For a time, the sky was full of sword qi, the wind and thunder were split, and the flames were like rain.

It's a pity that the ink poor are not really out of the question, and if you win by quantity, of course, the ink poor can't rebound one by one.

But the corresponding power has decreased, and Mo Poor is better to fiddle with, so that only one target is locked in the brain, and then no brain spins, at least he can ignore the attack.

Layer by layer, the gaze mana clinging to itself turned into a real giant god costume.

Spiraling up madly, I saw the Gangfeng sword qi, and when the fireball light bomb touched the high-speed rotating body protection vortex, it disappeared immediately.

Target, Earth Blue and White Society Warehouse.

"I didn't ...... Gone......" Silverhorn anxiously gnawed at his nails.

None of the monks present had ever encountered such a difficult enemy.

The spiral aura around Mo Qian's body was like a bottomless pit, and if any attack pounced on, it was completely gone.

But fortunately, if you fight like this, at least everyone will not be attacked by their own people anymore.

"It's okay, he can't bounce back, just hold on, my master is awake!"

It's just that Mo Qian is spinning and flying towards them, like a spiral whirlwind drill bit.

"How can he still fly!"

They didn't know that it was Che Yun who was in charge of Mo Qian's flight at the moment, and when Mo Qian confiscated all attacks, his mobility was not affected!

"Boom!" an elder was caught off guard, and was hit by the spinning ink poor, and immediately rolled towards the silver horn.

Jianwen's eyes narrowed, and he noticed that the moment Mo Qian hit the others, the attack on him did not disappear, but also flew towards the silver horn along with the elder who was hit.

"The moment you attack someone, does the attack you receive change from disappearing to rebounding? So it's not a rebound, it's control, a guide, and the person can change the trajectory of the enemy's attack by fiddling. ”

Jianwen thought about it, but he thought about it, but he couldn't solve it. I can only try my best to dodge and not be bumped into by Mo Qiao.

Because, all those who were hit by the ink poor inevitably flew to the silver horn.

Slowly, and unstoppable!

"Bang!" an elder bumped into the silver horn's face, and the two slapped each other face to face.

However, Silver Horn rubbed his nose and said, "Keep attacking, don't let him free his hand, it doesn't matter if he bumps into it!"

"You are the air for me......" Suddenly, Gou Ye appeared next to Yinjiao.

I saw a cigarette butt pressed by Gou Ye on Yinjiao's face, and a hole suddenly dissolved.

The cigarette in his hand had been refined into a magic weapon, and with a single press, the inner armor of the silver horn quickly melted.

The already tattered inner armor soon collapsed completely.

"Forget, there is also a Four Elephant Realm!" Yinjiao was shocked, even the weakest Four Elephant Realm was stronger than him, not to mention that Gou Ye was extremely strong in hand-to-hand combat, and when he had been bullied at this moment, a series of blows like a storm hammered him to the point that he couldn't do it.

In just a few moments, he lost all his teeth, broke dozens of bones, and fell to the ground almost paralyzed, dizzy.

"This guy...... How to fight with your fists!"

The silver horn teeth leaked through the air duct, and I felt like I couldn't even move a finger.

"Hey...... Mo Qian, throw everyone over!" said Gou Ye, using his mana to restrain the silver horn and carry him to the sky.

At the same time, Silver Horn also saw a large group of people crashing into him, all of them monks who had been swept away by the ink.

Some flew upside down in mid-air, some rolled directly in the air, and some rushed towards him with their heads.

No matter what posture, these people are obviously involuntarily!

"Don't come here!" said Silver Horn as he struggled in Gou Ye's hands.

But all the monks who were hit seemed to turn into human missiles and hit him trackingly.

It's not fast, but it can't stop.

"I can't control myself!" said one of the Four Elephant Realm cultivators, who had experienced the feeling of forced flight first-hand, and was almost insane.

"Jack Fall!" someone used a spell to drop himself down, but it was useless, the speed did not decrease at all, but it seemed to sink even more vigorously!

"Tu Dun! what! The wind escapes! the wind ...... Damn! Escape...... "Some people want to use the escape technique to escape from the force restraints on their bodies, but they can't escape for a long time, and they still roll in mid-air.

"Wind Cave, suck!" Another person used a spell to control a gravitational force and sucked the mountain gate.

However, it was useless, not only did he not stop, but he tore down the towering mountain gate alive.

There are even people who plunge into the ground with flying swords in their hands, trying to take advantage of frictional resistance. But the result was just to plow the ground for the Feather Sect, and the body rubbed frantically on the golden stone floor, dragging out a ravine, and it didn't stop.

Soon, the disciples who were hiding in the distance saw their masters and elders floating in the sky in various embarrassments, or dragging them in embarrassment on the ground.

It's not fast, it's even more torturous.

And everyone's flight target is a silver horn!

The silver horn went up and down the earth, and a large group of people chased behind him, like running a train, connected in a string.

He went to heaven, this group of people followed heaven, he went down to the earth, this group of people followed down to the earth, and they chased after him.

And their locomotive is the silver horn in Gou Ye's hand, as long as they don't catch up with the target, they will always be in this state of slow exile.

It was as if there was an invisible rope that strung them all together.

And the thread is in Gou Ye's hands, running around......

All the way, the mountains hit the mountains, and the pillars were smashed.

......

Demonic Cangyue said

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