“...... At this rate, in another two hours, he would be able to completely put an end to the battle in the mountain range. ”

The disciple's voice gradually became lower, as if he knew that this result would disappoint the two elders.

Pop, hearing this, Ming Chengxi slapped the table with a heavy bang, and the force he used was so great that he pressed a palm print directly on the wooden board.

"Crazy, outright crazy!

How dare Mo Junrong do such a thing, isn't he afraid of offending the world's sects, isn't he afraid of being poked in the backbone by the world's cultivators?"

Forty-seven sighed, patted Ming Cheng's fat shoulders and persuaded: "It's useless for you to be angry here, Mo Junrong has taken the path of convincing people with strength."

As long as the three major sects support him, without annexing those small sects, he can suppress them as much as he wants.

Unless there is another force that can compete with the three major sects now, those small sects will have a chance to stand up and speak out. ”

Ming Chengxi's face was full of depression, and he still asked without giving up: "You mean that this plan failed? ”

Forty-seven nodded: "It did fail."

When the divine soldier is really born, there will be a big war here, and it will be a big war to punish the demons and eliminate dissent.

Since we have no power to return to heaven, it is better for us to evacuate quickly, so as not to be involved in the war and lose our disciples. ”

Ming Chengxi's face completely collapsed, his cheeks and fat hung down softly, and he sighed: "Okay, the matter has come to this, and I can only go back and report the results to the sect master as soon as possible." ”

On the other side, Mo Junrong took two hundred demon punishment righteous qi masters, swept through the mountains and forests like a wind and clouds, and arrested all the people who were fighting.

However, after sweeping like this for a while, his confident and heroic mood suddenly felt a hint of coolness, as strange as a snowflake falling from his heart.

How can this be, there doesn't seem to be any problem with the body, so is it that I have fallen into some kind of spell?

Urging the qi to walk along the meridians in the body, he didn't find any traces of being invaded by the spell, so he shouldn't have been hit.

So what's going on with this uncomfortable feeling?

Mo Junrong frowned and thought about it, trying to find out the reason.

It was only after three incense sticks that a conjecture popped up in his mind.

He was already a Divine Realm cultivator, and it was said that a Divine Realm cultivator would have a certain degree of connection with the Cloud Sleeve World because he had absorbed a large amount of heaven and earth power in his body.

And this kind of connection will bring a kind of ability to predict the future to the Divine Realm cultivators themselves.

Although this ability is very vague, it can have the effect of pointing the way, and this ability will increase as the realm increases.

Mo Junrong's heart froze, could it be that his uncomfortable feeling was a prediction of the future?

There must be something bad going on, or is happening.

He twisted his body into the air to change the direction he was facing, looking for a hint from the uncomfortable sensation.

He soon realized that there was one direction where the discomfort was the strongest, and that was the direction he had just flown from.

"Stop!"

He raised his hand and shouted, ordering all the cultivators to stop flying forward.

Then he ordered: "Everyone turn around and go back the way you came!"

Hong Xiaohuan Fei leaned over and asked puzzledly: "Why did you go back, there are still many people who have been bewitched by the devil in front of you who have not been dealt with, and you can't give up halfway." ”

Mo Junrong's expression was very serious: "Listen to me, you have to go back the way you came, there must be a problem in the back." ”

Seeing that Mo Junrong's attitude was so resolute, Hong Xiaohuan couldn't say anything, so he nodded in agreement.

Flying back quickly with two hundred Demon Righteous Qi masters, Mo Junrong swept his sharp gaze back and forth across the mountains and forests like a hunting eagle.

A bunch of cultivators bound by spell ropes, a tree that had fallen from the battle, just like when he left just now, seemed to be fine.

Continuing to move forward, after flying four incense sticks, Mo Junrong saw a bunch of cultivators who were bound by the spell.

Wait, how come some of those cultivators have stood up one after another, and have the spell ropes been destroyed?

He chuckled in his heart, and hurriedly waved his hand to beckon the Demon Righteous Qi crowd to follow him and fly down, approaching the pile of cultivators who should be restrained.

As the distance got closer, Mo Junrong's heart beat faster and faster, and all his attention was focused on a cultivator in a white robe.

This figure, this face, these gestures are all too familiar.

Isn't this person the object of his own dirty water every day, and the big devil who wants to find and kill the demon righteousness all the time, and capture the famous Zheng Qiu on the flyer!

The uncomfortable feeling in Mo Junrong's heart was suddenly swept away, and it was replaced by endless ecstasy.

It's pie-in-the-sky!

Although I don't know why Zheng Qiu is here, Zheng Qiu has been labeled as a demon head, and he is listed as one of the biggest enemies by Demon Zhengqi.

As long as he gets rid of him here, he will be tantamount to completing a feat, and it is a thing that the hundreds of cultivators in the Boundless Heavenly River have not been able to do.

Eventually, his fame and prestige will reach a new height, an incomparable height.

By that time, he would have enough capital to bargain with the old guys of the three sects, and truly take part of the power of the Demon Punishment Righteousness into his own hands.

Thinking of this, Mo Junrong suddenly urged his strength, pointed at the white-robed cultivator on the ground and shouted, "Look, that's the big devil Zheng Qiu!"

It turned out that he was bewitching the cultivators here and making everyone kill each other.

It is simply lawless to dare to follow us and release those who have been bewitched again!

Everyone obeys the order and uses all their strength to kill him, this demon is very powerful, I don't want anyone to lose their lives due to carelessness!"

On the ground, Zheng Qiu was distributing the figurative medicine vine pieces to the rescued cultivators, helping them to wake up from their excitement and impulsiveness.

Suddenly, he felt a large area approaching, and before he could wait long, there was a loud roar in the air.

When I looked up, there were more than two hundred cultivators in the sky, holding up the blades that flickered brightly, and they flew down violently.

And the person at the head is holding a golden-red streamer, which should be Mo Junrong, the demon envoy.

Zheng Qiu felt strange in his heart, he secretly followed behind the Demon Punishment Righteous Qi team and rescued the bound cultivators one by one.

During the whole process, he didn't let the righteous people of the demon sect see it, and it stands to reason that Mo Junrong and them will not turn back.

But now, it seems that these people have been prepared for a long time, where is the stuffing exposed.

Where did Zheng Qiu think of it, Mo Junrong didn't know that he was following behind, it was completely guessing.

Seeing the gang of people flying down in the air, Zheng Qiu didn't have so much time to think about it, and turned his head to urge the cultivator who had just been rescued: "If you don't want to get involved in the battle, leave quickly, I don't have the time to protect you." ”