The expression of the soul mystery is indescribable, these dead monks, but the elites he has worked hard to cultivate for many years. Maybe in front of Qingxuan and them, he could ignore the rules of the sect, but in front of Yichen, he didn't have that courage at all.

Yun Zhan chose to remain silent, secretly glad that he didn't send so many people.

No one seemed to know why the Ninefold Gathering Monk was able to kill the Shapeshifter. With the power of the monks of Cloud Seal, Qingxuan, Chengyuanbi, and Soul Mystery, although they were a little far away from the Purple Bamboo Forest, they could clearly feel the fluctuations in the cultivation in the void. They could feel Mo Yiming's cultivation aura from this fluctuation.

This is a true aura of gathering, not a metamorphosis!

But they couldn't figure this out, but while Yichen was curious, he suddenly remembered something, and there was a kind of expectation in his heart.

He seemed to know the existence of the Great Perfection of Qi Gathering......

Mo Yiming's name, the Heaven Cutting Technique was constantly sent out by him, and the monks kept hissing, the blood mist filled the sky, and the smell of blood made him excited.

All this is not that he wants to kill, but that the other party forces him to kill.

Lei Xiao and the others on the ground did not move, they watched these monks die in the hands of Mo Yiming one by one, looking at Mo Yiming's bloody clothes, and suddenly felt that Mo Yiming looked like a battlefield warrior, not the stinky kid.

At this moment, when the last disciple of the Heavenly Temple Sect died in the hands of Mo Yiming, Mo Yiming's gaze was impressively condensed on the only remaining transformation cultivator, this person was the person who took out the magic weapon to entangle Mo Yiming before, and at this moment he was desperately trying to escape.

His gaze was filled with horror, and he didn't have time to think about why Mo Yiming's cultivation power was so strong.

The screams of the dead monks seemed to echo in his mind, causing a cold sweat to break out on his forehead, and a breath of death gathered all over him. He couldn't wait to step out of the purple bamboo forest and enter the west peak, so that he would be relatively safe.

But Mo Yiming's killing intent had been decided, he couldn't let this person go, he clearly remembered their smug faces before, the killing intent in their eyes, and the indifference to their fellow disciples. If it is Mo Yiming who is being chased now, the other party will not let him go, this point, Mo Yiming is very sure!

So even if he made a cry of pleading when he fled in the air, Mo Yiming would not forgive him, let alone forgive him, he would definitely die!

Mo Yiming's eyes stared directly at this monk, as if chasing prey, his expression was condensed, and he was determined to win.

As he fled, he looked at the pavilion in the distance, which appeared and disappeared in the white mist. He pinned his hopes on the people in the pavilion, and he surmised that some of the chairs in the west peak in the distance were watching all this.

But the moment he was about to approach the edge of the purple bamboo forest, he suddenly felt a strong trembling sensation in the void, and with it was that terrifying aura. Although he had not personally felt this breath, he had seen with his own eyes that the deaths of those monks before him were under this breath.

So his eyes showed unprecedented fear, and even broke out in a cold sweat, so frightened that he peed his pants.

The sound of whistling sounded, Mo Yiming stepped into the void space, the speed burst to the extreme, and when the monk was about to step out of the purple bamboo forest, he suddenly fell from the sky with a palm.

"Master, save me!"

At this time, this person looked at the location of the Xifeng Pavilion, and his voice contained all his cultivation power, echoing in the Xifeng, and clearly falling into the ears of the Soul Xuanji and the others, such as a boom echoing, making the Soul Xuanji's body suddenly stunned, and his expression was ugly.

If it weren't for Yichen here, the soul mystery would have rushed out of the pavilion and went straight to the purple bamboo forest.

"Bang!"

Mo Yiming waved his palm, and the power of cultivation directly smashed the defensive circle sent out by this person, and when the fluctuations dispersed, this person's body burst out from the echo of his voice.

The disciples who were sent by the Soul Mystery to kill Mo Yiming were all dead.

The monk hiding in the bamboo forest in the distance was dumbfounded. In a short period of time, a Qi Gathering Monk killed two Shapeshifting Monks and a group of Qi Gathering Masters, which was incredible. But what's even more incredible is the identity of Mo Yiming.

Because from Mo Yiming, they couldn't see the clothes of the sect, just like a wild cultivator. But since they will be hunted down and killed by so many people from the West Peak, according to their calculations, they must be from the West Peak, but why a West Peak monk without a sect would have such a strange cultivation power, they can't figure this out.

They knew very well that whether it was the West Peak or the North Peak, the strongest were all within the Heavenly Temple Sect, but Mo Yiming obviously did not belong to the Heavenly Temple Sect!

"Xifeng Mo Yiming!"

They stood in place, even forgetting the purpose of this trip, their expressions were shocked and surprised, and they were amazed in their hearts, and they could imprint Mo Yiming's name in their hearts.

In fact, in the last moment, in the hiss of the dead monk, in this purple bamboo forest, many monks had stopped and looked up at the sky, and it was also under this look that they saw the scene where Mo Yiming killed the shape-shifting monk just now, and saw the decisive scene, killing with one blow!

Some people from Xifeng knew Mo Yiming, they clearly remembered the person who defeated Jian Antian, and they also clearly remembered that Mo Yiming's cultivation was gathering qi at that time, and they knew more clearly that the monk of the Temple of Heaven who died just now was the leader of the Temple of Heaven and the existence of a strong person in the transformation of the shape.

But in front of Mo Yiming, he was crushed by him like an ant!

This scene made their hearts tremble, and they not only had awe of Mo Yiming in their hearts, but also avoided him from afar.

Yes, at this moment, in their opinion, Mo Yiming's cultivation is already above the transformation!

As for the disciples of the other peaks, although they didn't know Mo Yiming, looking at the fluttering clothes with blood stains, they seemed to see the existence of killing. Although they were looking for the spirit bamboo, when looking for the spirit bamboo, they had to stay away from this person's existence as much as possible.

In the reverberation of this cultivation fluctuation, Mo Yiming's hair was blown by the wind, even if his hair had been coagulated by blood, but it was still fluttering slightly, he stood in the air, looking at the Xifeng Pavilion, in the previous monk's cry for help, he roughly deduced that in the distant pavilion, there was the Temple of Heaven Seat there to watch.

Although with Mo Yiming's current cultivation power, he couldn't see the soul mystery itself, but he firmly believed that the soul mystery was standing there, so his gaze seemed to have merged with the soul mystery, and the killing intent in his eyes was still there, but his face was extremely indifferent.

This gaze made Soul Xuanji's body tremble again, and he could clearly see Mo Yiming at this moment, and even the boundless killing intent in Mo Yiming's eyes.

Yichen, Yun Zhen, Cheng Yuanbi and Qingxuan also saw the killing intent in Mo Yiming's eyes at this moment, which made Yichen, who had always been stable, tremble suddenly, and the other three also sighed. They couldn't imagine at all what kind of anger a person of Mo Yiming's age would make him burst out with the monstrous killing intent at this moment.

When the sect competed that day, if it wasn't for Jian Antian's desire to abolish Mo Yiming before, Mo Yiming would not have abolished Jian Antian later. He also saw that the other disciples of the Heavenly Temple Sect had abolished the cultivation of the cultivators of other sects, but Mo Yiming thought that this matter would pass by. He didn't expect that the Heavenly Temple Sect's Soul Mystery was such a scheming and selfish person, and he would go to great lengths to kill himself because of this matter.

Before this, he didn't want to have any entanglements with other sects in Xifeng, and even had a heart of respect and humility for the Soul Mystery of the Temple of Heaven.

He even felt that the Heavenly Temple Sect was the most admired sect of all the peaks, and it was also the most respectable sect, but now he found that he was wrong, it turned out that all for respect and respect was just contempt and selfishness in their hearts. They can't afford to fail, and they can't accept anyone who is above them.

As long as they surpass them, they will stop at nothing to get rid of this person.

Even the Temple of Heaven is the same for the Soul Mystery!

So at this moment, Mo Yiming will no longer respect the Heavenly Temple Sect, let alone fear the Heavenly Temple Sect, at this moment, he wants to challenge the Heavenly Temple Sect!

"Since you want to get rid of me, then from today on, I, I Mo Yiming, will wait for you to come, and the people behind me will live in the back mountain. From today on, except for the West Peak, you people from the Heavenly Temple Sect, I will see one and kill one! ”