Xiao Rong Wuxian's eyes were red, his arms were empty, and he looked at the back of the anxious and far away: "Little feather, let Qianji Zhenjun save you, and wait for me to step on the Mo clan." ”

Xiao Rong Wuxian pinched the trick with both hands, and soon a crimson crescent moon appeared between his hands, which was a weapon refined from thousands of fierce spirits, and countless souls flew out of the weapon and pounced on the nine-colored bell, devouring it as a delicious delicacy.

In the forbidden land of the Mo clan, a muffled sound was like a sleeping black dragon turning over, and a high column of water splashed straight into the sky, and the sound of the explosion shook the entire Mo clan, and the forbidden land collapsed.

"Who activated the Nine-Colored Bell to resurrect the murderous god?" The patriarch of the Mo clan was annoyed and angry, and rushed to the secret room in the back mountain, the nine-colored bell was gone, and in front of him was a man who was incomparable like a beast of fierce beast waking up from his slumber and opening his red eyes.

I don't know how long I slept, I was so hungry. The man stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips, the house was so small that he could only sit and suffocate uncomfortably.

The man waved his hand, only to see that the sky was shattering, and the entire back mountain flew up and was thrown into the sea.

When the Mo Clan, who came in a hurry, and the Mo Ripples who were caught in Xiao Rongwu's hands, arrived, what they saw was the patriarch of the Mo Clan, who was known as one of the supreme three saints in the cultivation world, being stuffed into the man's mouth like a tender little cabbage.

"Ah......h

Xiao Rong Wuxian slapped Mo Ripple with a backhand slap that made Mo Ripple dizzy but would not faint, what it wanted was for Mo Ripple to see with her own eyes how the murderous god she resurrected ate ate the entire Mo Clan.

"Who is Your Excellency, and why are you holding my lady hostage? Are you an accomplice to the murderer? "The people of the Qiankun Sect who flew from the sword, a man in a green shirt questioned Xiao Rong Wuxian, and pulled out his long sword and aimed it at Xiao Rong Wuxian.

Xiao Rong ignored it, and snapped his fingers to break the long sword in the hand of the man in the green shirt.

"That's your lady's worst crime." Later, Tan Hongjiu, who was brought by Master Yue, stood beside Xiao Rong Wuxian, and no one could compare to him and Master Yue, who was deeply affected, to have a say.

"Elder Yue, what's going on?"

"Young Sect Master, the young lady did evil, stole the nine-colored bell of the Mo Clan, and resurrected the fierce god with the souls of thousands of Chinese soldiers and sacrificed to the nine-color array, in order to murder the nine-sided candidate of the Chinese Empire." Master Yue had a calm face, but a short sentence made the Mo clan and the people of the Qiankun Sect hear the reason for the matter clearly.

"I don't believe it, Yi'er is simple and kind, and she won't do such a thing. Besides, she is a woman, how can she learn about the secrets of the Mo clan. The man in the green shirt didn't believe it.

"Does the young sect master think that the old man can lie? This woman ignored many cultivators, and shouted that resurrecting the fierce god was glory, and she was the only one. The young sect master didn't believe it, and after a while, people from the major sects asked the young sect master for the responsibility of not being strict with his wife.

The young sect master could know that when the nine-color array was opened, it would independently absorb the living souls within a radius of a hundred miles, and no one could resist. ”

"Sect Master." Pan Li, the sect leader of the Qiankun Sect, rushed over with a white crane, and saw the tragic situation of the Mo clan being devoured, "I wanted to break through the damaged seal array to save the rest of the Mo clan, but I found that there was an invisible force to obstruct it, and the special aura made him have to notice Xiao Rong Wuxian."

"Your Excellency," Pan Li looked at Xiao Rong Wuyan: "Even though the cause of the incident was caused by the Mo people, but Your Excellency, the merit of the Mo tribe guarding the nine-colored bell for generations to suppress the fierce god cannot be erased!" The wicked are punished, but can the innocent be spared? ”