"Stink...... Ahem!"

Seeing the comer, although his appearance had changed a lot, Wu Ming still recognized it at a glance that it was Mo Zangfeng, but the seven or eight people who came in with the spatial crack were not weak.

Although there was no great grandmaster, the aura of two or three of them made him feel an inexplicable palpitation.

The Divine Consciousness Sword, only such a peerless and unrelenting edge can have such power!

Undoubtedly, these people are all disciples of the Divine Intention Sect, and they are also Mo Zangfeng's fellow disciples!

Rao is Wu Ming has a strong quality in his heart, and he didn't expect to meet Mo Zangfeng at this juncture, and the situation is not very good.

Burst!

But Wu Ming's reaction could not be described as unpleasant, and with a pop of the jade talisman in his hand, the misty light and shadow appeared, enveloping him and Ao Liang in a flash, and silently escaped into the shadows.

"Little junior brother, why are you doing this, even if you enter the Dragon Pool, where can you escape?"

The first young man with a gloomy face took the lead, pointing at Mo Zangfeng like a knife.

Airplanes!

The invisible sword roared out, and in a light flash, it appeared on Mo Zangfeng's side, directly hitting his neck, which was the key point of attack, and there was no room for attack.

Boom!

Mo Zangfeng's face was condensed, and he struggled to wield the black broken knife, there was no strong aura surging, only the courage and unyielding to move forward, but this persistence could not withstand the reality, with a muffled sound, although the knife exploded, but Mo Zangfeng also stumbled and flew down, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood stains.

"Tsk, you are worthy of being the unborn Tianjiao of my Divine Consciousness Sect, even if you become a waste, you can still block my senior brother and my knife, you are proud enough!"

The face of the young man changed slightly, and his mouth mocked again and again, but his hand was not slow, and he waved another one with great speed.

When!

It's just that before he could attack Mo Zangfeng, a sharp edge surged out from the oblique thorn, deflected it, and slashed beside Mo Zangfeng, but it only stirred up a large area of sparks, and the ground was extremely hard, and even the Grandmaster powerhouse couldn't leave many traces.

"Senior Brother Fu, what do you mean?"

The yin owl youth frowned.

"The sword scripture has not yet arrived, he can't die!"

A tall young man walked slowly, stood with his hands in his hands, stood five or six zhang away from Mo Zangfeng, and looked coldly at Mo Zangfeng, who was constantly retreating, and said, "Little junior brother, why bother like this? As long as you hand over the "Wuxiang Sword Sutra" and recite the friendship of the same door, I ......."

"Hehe, do you believe this?"

Mo Zangfeng sneered disdainfully, the broken knife was suddenly raised, and he said proudly, "A group of defeated generals, dare to speak bravely in front of Mo?"

"Toast and don't eat and drink!"

"Stubborn!"

"Ask for your own hardship!"

Everyone's faces turned cold and scolded again and again.

"If you want the Sword Sutra, take it yourself!"

Looking at the senior brothers who were submissive and flattering in front of him in the past, and even directly expressed their willingness to be a double cultivator, the last trace of friendship in Mo Zangfeng's heart vanished.

"What do you have to say to a wasted person, take him down, and the knife scripture will naturally come to hand!"

Seeing that a companion's sword could make an existence that could only be looked up to retreat in embarrassment, the rest of the people no longer had any scruples, when even someone couldn't help but rush forward.

"Let me teach the little junior brother's mastery!"

"And me!"

The three disciples of the Divine Intention Sect flew up, and the swords came out together, all of them were all cultivators above the Three Realms Grandmasters, although they were not fatal, but the real cultivation and the peerless knowledge of the Divine Consciousness Sect inheritance were still amazing.

Even though Mo Zangfeng tried his best to resist, after only a few moves, he was clumsy, full of dangers, vomiting blood and flying upside down, almost powerless.

If it weren't for the other party's intention to keep a living mouth, Mo Zangfeng's few lives would not be enough to die!

The yin owl young man and the tall young man didn't make a move, and there were three women beside them, watching coldly.

It didn't take long for Mo Zangfeng to be knocked to the ground, unable to resist anymore, and was imprisoned by his fellow disciples and escorted to several people.

"Senior Brother Mo, why are you here?"

The tall young man lamented.

The disdain in the eyes of the young man flashed slightly, but he said on his face: "Senior Brother Fu, find out the Sword Sutra as soon as possible, this is the cultivation holy place of the dragon in the cave and the sand river, and it has the unfathomable power to temper the flesh and spirit, maybe you can also get some benefits." ”

"What Senior Brother Feng said is good, this kid is a wasted person, pinning his hopes on this, he must have the ability beyond imagination!"

"If we can really renew the sword intent as he said, then we may be able to improve it to the next level!"

"It's just on the periphery, you can feel the extraordinary power, if you go inside......"

Several people were greatly moved, and they gossiped.

"Okay, do you hand it over yourself, or do you want to bother my brother to search it myself?"

The tall young man waved his hand and stared coldly at Mo Zangfengdao.

"Hmph, where is there such trouble?"

The yin owl youth muttered, stepped on Mo Zangfeng's arm at will, bent down to reach out and hold Mo Zangfeng's fingers, snapped with a crisp sound, and took off a blood-stained quaint ring.

Everyone's eyes were full of greed, all staring at the ring, if there was no accident, what they wanted was inside, and no one cared about Mo Zangfeng lying on the ground.

"Hey, is the junior brother so weak that he is, even the divine sense imprint on the acceptance ring is so vulnerable!"

The young man of the Yin Owl held the ring, and poured out his divine sense to break into it, only to see the light on it flickering slightly, and a crisp cracking sound suddenly appeared.

"Boom!"

Mo Zangfeng snorted as if he had been hit hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Alright, hurry up and check if there is a sword scripture!"

Senior Brother Fu stretched out his hand to take the ring, but was dodged by the young man of the Yin Owl, and the color in his eyes flashed slightly, but he did not have a seizure.

"Damn, no, where are you hiding?"

The Yin Owl Youth searched for a while, but did not find the Sword Sutra, and kicked Mo Zangfeng on the back fiercely.

"How could it not be?"

Senior Brother Fu snatched the ring into his hand, and after checking it, he poured out everything without believing in evil, but except for a few inconspicuous refining materials and clothes, there were not even a few bottles of spirit pills, and there were even fewer spirit stones, which showed how miserable Mo Zangfeng was during this time, and how bleak the situation was!

"Say, where is the "Phaseless Sword Sutra"?"

Mo Zangfeng's back clicked on the yin owl youth, and he didn't know how many bones he had broken, and he questioned fiercely.

"Haha, there are only two places in the world where the "Wuxiang Sword Sutra" is placed, one is my head, and the other is the previous sword jade, but unfortunately none of you have to take it!"

Mo Zangfeng laughed again and again, although he was embarrassed to the extreme, but he was full of sarcasm.

"What?"

Everyone was shocked, and hurriedly turned around to look, only to find that the same way when they came had already closed, but they did not believe what they said, and took turns to torture Mo Zangfeng, wanting him to tell the truth.

No one noticed that there were two people in the shadows, taking in this scene.

"Master, if you don't make a move, this kid will be tortured to death!"

Ao Liang was a little puzzled.

As far as he knew, Wu Ming and Mo Zangfeng had a good relationship and could be called friends, why would they ignore this?

"Huh!"

Wu Ming smiled playfully and glanced at him, "Don't you think it's a good show?"

"What?"

Ao Liang was a little confused, watching his friends being tortured, what kind of show is this?

"Hehe, it's rare to see, this kid also has today!"

Wu Ming grinned, playing with a treasure bead in his hand.

"Mirage Pearl!"

Ao Liang shrunk his neck and glanced at Mo Zangfeng with pity.

"It's okay, since you can come in, you can get out!"

At this moment, Senior Brother Fu said lightly.

"Hehe, if you want to enter this place, you must have the ancestral scales and secret techniques of the Jiaolong of the Cave Wild Sand River, do you have them?"

Mo Zangfeng smiled miserably, and said weakly, "Don't expect me to take you out, that ancestral scale is the result of my Mo family's ancestor, who killed a Jiaolong Emperor, and there is already a power in it, and now ...... Hahaha!"

The crowd was stunned.

In other words, Mo Zangfeng came with a mortal heart, and if he didn't succeed, he would become benevolent!

"Lie!"

The young man didn't believe it, and stomped on Mo Zangfeng's arm fiercely, and said in a cruel voice, "You keep saying that the 'Wuxiang Sword Sutra' is the ancestral sword technique of the Mo family, which is extremely precious, how can it be easily discarded?"

Mo Zangfeng looked at him weakly, but his eyes were full of pleasure and mockery, and he said lightly: "Although I am dead, the sword technique cannot be lost, and those who want to come to me will find this place sooner or later!"

"Bastard, you'd rather give it to someone else than to your fellow disciples!"

Senior Brother Fu also panicked, and kicked Mo Zangfeng away.

Poor Mo Zangfeng's body was seriously injured, and under this foot became a rolling gourd, and the bones rolled out of the distance, leaving a long blood mark, crashing into a craggy and strange rock, and after a few hesitations, he was silent.

"What now?"

Several junior brothers and sisters panicked, because they found that the scaly-shaped treasure was obviously the same thing that Mo Zangfeng's imperial envoy had opened the space here before, but no matter how they used it, it couldn't stimulate the slightest movement.

"Leave him alive first, let's slowly find an exit, or we can also cultivate here, I don't believe that such a big place will die here!"

"Yes, there is no endless road in the sky, we are the proud sons of heaven who were born with luck, how can we die in such horns!"

"Maybe he's lying, let him be tortured a little, and he will honestly confide the truth!"

Everyone gossiped.

"Senior Sister Yu, feed him a spirit pill, just hang your life, you can spread out and look for it!"

Senior Brother Fu commanded.

Everyone didn't dare to slack off, and rushed forward one after another, and Senior Sister Yu walked straight to Mo Zangfeng, who was silent, holding a spirit pill in her hand, and glanced at him with disgust on her face, and waved out a true yuan casually, as if to roll him up.

Call!

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a black edge suddenly appeared, silently crossing the white and tender neck of this woman.

"Who?"

Senior Brother Fu is worthy of being the true lineage of the Divine Consciousness Sect, his senses are extremely acute, and he senses the movement almost the moment the sword rises, but he is still a step too late.

Senior Sister Yu's headless corpse shook a few times, and fell to the ground with a poof, and the mantis head and bones rolled out of the distance.

Smack!

Immediately afterwards, a series of crisp applause rang out, but I saw a thin young man walking out of the shadows, it was Wu Ming.

Behind him, Ao Liang followed step by step, glancing at Mo Zangfeng with pity from time to time, and puffed up his chest again, looking at everyone proudly.