Chapter 608: Wen Jian takes the lead in protecting order
There were bursts of exclamation from the crowd, and there was despair and horror in their voices.
Even the two evil cultivators in the Hall of Ten Thousand Beasts who didn't care about the life or death of their cultivators were dumbfounded.
A few people were carried away by emotion, fell to the ground, grabbed sand, scooped up seawater, and frantically sprinkled flames and molten lava, trying to rescue the formation.
But these efforts were in vain, the molten was still red, and the vegetation continued to burn.
On the contrary, a few crazy guys got too close and let the flames get on themselves, burying their lives in vain.
After about three incense sticks, the strange force had polluted the entire island, leaving only a tiny area to settle in.
The cultivators had to abandon it and move to the surface of the sea to discuss what to do.
Noisy conversations erupted, and after a period of shouting, someone suddenly took off into the air.
He also shouted: "Since you can't go back, there's no need to talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality, let's rely on our abilities to gain a foothold in this boundless heavenly river!"
As he shouted, he also drew his machete and pointed it at the few cultivators closest to him.
"Hand over all your treasures and money, or you will give your life." Hurry up, Uncle Ben doesn't have much patience. ”
This person's actions caused a commotion in the crowd, and many cultivators' eyes gradually revealed a fierce light, and the expression of looking around became a little greedy.
That person was right, since he couldn't return to the Cloud Sleeve Continent, the friendship and deterrence between the sects had become ethereal smoke and dust.
In the boundless Tianhe is a new beginning, there are no rules, the beginning of strength.
The atmosphere of hostility between the crowd gradually intensified, and some people had quietly pressed their hands to their weapons, ready to kill people at any time.
At that moment, a golden-red cloud rose from the sea.
The clouds are slender like snakes, with slight claws and horns, some like dragons.
The dragon-shaped cloud arced in the air, crashing straight into the man who was shouting to grab something, instantly shattering the clothes on his upper body.
The man's face turned red suddenly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell down, making a seven-foot-high splash.
Everyone was amazed, who did it?
Soon, everyone's questions were answered.
Mo Junrong stepped on a stainless steel sword, flew into the sky, and bowed politely to the surroundings.
Then he said: "Ladies and gentlemen, the Boundless Heavenly River is extremely dangerous, there are powerful Jiao, there are also countless sea beasts, and there are even monsters like the one just now that can rival a thousand people.
Although we belong to different sects and learn different exercises, we are all from the Cloud Sleeve Continent.
In such a place full of dangers and strong enemies, we, as human beings of the Cloud Sleeve Continent, must not kill each other and weaken our own strength for no reason. ”
As he spoke, Mo Junrong opened his arms and slowly clenched his fists: "We must unite and concentrate all our forces together."
Only in this way can we gain a firm foothold in the boundless Tianhe and survive!"
Many cultivators on the sea raised their heads to listen to Mo Junrong's speech, but no one stood up to express their support.
There was not a single fool in the people present, and everyone understood the truth of what Mo Junrong said.
But you know, people are greedy, and no one can trust others, especially people from other denominations.
Seeing that the crowd did not react, Mo Junrong's cheeks twitched slightly, and he immediately guessed what most people thought.
He stretched out his hand to greet the other two people of the Wen Sword Sect, and then continued, "The worries in your hearts are also my worries.
However, things are man-made, and there is always a solution to all difficulties.
From now on, we Wen Sword Sect will be the guardians of order, if anyone dares to harm their own people, then the end will be to kill on the spot!
Of course, the three disciples of the Wen Sword Sect will stay in the open place at all times and be supervised by everyone.
If we do something hurtful, please follow the rules and stop us. ”
Speaking of which, it is simply full of sincerity, and it is heard that the Sword Sect maintains order, and ordinary cultivators have no possibility of doing evil at all.
Moreover, relying on the protection of the Wen Sword Sect, the disciples of the small sect are equivalent to one more life amulet, so that the coefficient will not be destroyed.
Many cultivators who were originally hesitant nodded their heads one after another, agreeing with Mo Junrong's proposal, and loudly praised the Wen Sword Sect for being a top sect in the Cloud Sleeve Continent.
Mo Junrong looked very modest, and kept saluting and thanking the cultivators in the air, and said that this was what a great sect should do.
Hearing that the Sword Sect was so in the limelight, the disciples of the ten major sects such as the Luoshuang Pavilion and the Guangxin Sect were anxious.
My own family is also a big sect, so I can't miss this opportunity to establish a positive image and fight for a good reputation.
As a result, the three women of the Falling Frost Pavilion also flew into the air to express their support, and they also had to do the work of maintaining order.
Subsequently, Bai Chengxing of Guangxin Sect, Ge An of the Heartless Village, and a man with a masked face in the Ink Shadow Valley flew into the air one after another to express their attitude, and they also wanted to maintain order.
Even the two evil cultivators of the Ten Thousand Beasts Hall flew up pretending to be righteous and stern.
When the people of the big sect finished speaking, Mo Junrong spoke again to calm the emotions of the cultivators.
"You don't need to panic, the Qianyun Sect has been in charge of the reversal of the galaxy for thousands of years, and it must be prepared for unexpected situations.
In three days, it will be the fifteenth day, and then the disciples of the Qianyun Sect will send us back to the Cloud Sleeve Continent.
Maybe they have the materials to repair the formation, and the damage to the formation is just a small matter for them. ”
This resonated with many people.
That's right, the Qianyun Sect does the formation and exercise business every year, and the formation is a piece of cake for the disciples of the Qianyun Sect.
This time, the Qianyun Sect came with four disciples, one of whom was also the daughter of the sect master, Miss Mingkong Zilin.
Even the sect master's daughter is here, so she can't do it by cultivating a formation.
The agitation of the crowd gradually quieted down, and the disciples of each sect used their own methods to place a place to stay on the sea, patiently waiting for the people of the Qianyun Sect to arrive.
Millions of feet away, three figures were flying on the empty sea.
Two of them were carrying streamers, and the other was stepping on a puddle of strange things.
These three people are Ming Zong, Gu Ya and Zheng Qiu.
Zheng Qiu stepped on a puddle of mossy grass under his feet, and controlled the moss grass to support his body to fly.
However, this way of flying is slow, and compared to normal overhead flight, it is simply the difference between a tortoise and a rabbit.
Therefore, Ming Zong and Gu Ya had to reduce the speed of the light flight so that the slow Zheng Qiu could keep up.
Although the speed is slow, Mingzong has no complaints.
He knew that the nature of his apprentice's qi was special, and he had no thrust or impact force, and he could not use his strength to hold up objects.
I thought that Zheng Qiu would never fly, but I didn't expect that the apprentice would use this method to control the grass and trees to move their bodies.
Glancing at the smart apprentice, Ming Zong looked up at the green shadow of the Cloud Sleeve Continent in the sky, and gave a thumbs up to identify the direction and calculate the distance.