The monks and the people of the Heavenly Alliance on the other side of the Holy City almost all gathered around.

See the headless corpse in the hands of the Wind Hermit.

You can see it at a glance.

Listening to Mo Yunqi's shouting again, they were all in chaos all of a sudden.

There was a lot of noise and noise.

It's going to be messy!

The Holy Lord of the Holy City of the Land of Slaughter is gone, and he has been killed.

I lost my head.

What to do?

"Kill him and avenge the Holy Lord."

Mo Yun raised his sword and pointed at the Wind Hermit, shouting at the Holy City and the monks of the World Alliance.

But the call is very loud, but it doesn't move the place.

To avenge the Holy Lord, you will do it!

Just listen to it.

"Kill him......"

The Holy City Monk responded, and then the Monk of the World Alliance also agreed weakly.

The leader is dead.

There is a posture of a tree falling and scattering.

Whether you want to do it or not depends on whether the monks of the Holy City give it or not.

A serpent does not walk without a head, and a man does not stand without a head.

The Holy Lord is gone, just as there is no backbone of the Lord.

These people can't lift their spirits.

The rock waved his hand, signaling that the Wind Hermit could go.

If I don't leave, I'm going to say that I don't believe in my word.

The Wind Hermit was stunned for a moment.

Let me go!

I thought I would cross the river and tear down the bridge!

There was a little bit of emotion.

He knew that the rock could be reversed, as long as he didn't do it himself, and let the old ape do it.

But now it seems that the rock has no intention of killing them all, and will not even let the old ape do it.

Why is that?

The Wind Hermit couldn't figure out the situation.

But now is not the time to dwell on these, hurry up.

It's not a good thing that so many people are around!

No matter how powerful it is, it can't stand the crowd.

"Give you ......"

The Wind Hermit threw Mo San's headless corpse at Mo Yunqi.

Wander around the target.

Turn around and run.

However, the monks of the Holy City are going mad.

The Holy Lord was killed, and the murderer still wanted to run.

If they were to be run away, they would not be able to live.

So he tried his best to block it, and he couldn't get out of the wind hermit.

The rock is too lazy to care about this, anyway, the next thing is Mo Yunqi's matter.

I've already told you how to do it.

If you can't do it well, then you'll be like this.

The mud can't hold up the wall.

There's no need to waste time on you.

When you do it, you are the Lord of the Holy City.

Can't do it, hehe, you're having a hard time.

So Mo Yunqi had to do what the rock explained desperately.

Don't live for anything else, just for yourself!

"Tsk...... I didn't expect it! Unintentional actions can still fulfill him......"

The rock looks at the hole in the wall of Lanruo Temple.

There was a special feeling.

It's so mysterious.

I flicked half of Mo Yunqi's Confucian script, and blew out such a hole in Lanruo Temple.

In the end, it also helped Mo Yunqi.

There is providence in the dark!

Cause and effect are predestined!

It was destined that Mo San would die.

Look down at the inside of Lanruo Temple.

"......"

The rock was startled, and there was also a pair of eyes looking out of the hole in the wall of the Lanruo Temple.

When they looked at the rocks, they were all shocked.

When the rock saw the face of the person opposite, he smiled.

Wan Jun, Master.

This guy was in Lanruo Temple, and he didn't come out with him.

Look through the hole to see people with swords in their hands.

It is also very gratifying.

It seems that even if the Wind Hermit doesn't catch up, Mo San will also be in a different place.

"Do you know how?"

The rock quickly bowed his head again and whispered to Wan Jun.

Mo San's head is still there.

People like them, as long as their heads are still there, and they don't drag on for too long, they may live again.

Especially in the chaotic place where there is a stand-in for the Jixia School Palace, there is even more such a possibility.

Although the Lanruo Temple in front of him no longer has a stand-in for the Jixia School Palace.

It's hard to ensure that there is no substitute for the Jixia School Palace secretly hidden in the Holy City.

So this problem must be solved as soon as possible.

If the monks of the Holy City snatch out Mo San's head.

Then it's a big deal.

"Know ......"

Wan Jun over there was also waiting for the rock to speak.

He who also saw the rocks was waiting for something like that.

Said a word of knowing.

I heard the sound of crackling and kicking in the hole.

Hearing such a voice, the rock naturally understood why.

Looking through the hole, Wan Jun looked at Wan Jun, and his eyes were full of appreciation.

This kind of talent is a good helper, needless to say too clear.

People know what to do.

Don't look at it, Mo San's skull is shattered, and the real spirit is gone.

Even in Lanruo Temple, you can't save your life.

"You can't run......"

Mo Yunqi's voice was very majestic.

The Wind Hermit wondered.

Is this guy so good at changing faces?

Just now, he was still submissive and cautious.

In a blink of an eye, it was gone.

It's like a different person, what's the situation?

Tilting his head and squinting his eyes, he looked up and down at Mo Yunqi, ten thousand looked down on him.

"Don't want to die, get out of the ......"

The Wind Hermit was furious, and pointed his sword at Mo Yun.

Threat.

The threat of the red fruit.

This guy chased after his ass, and he didn't let up at all.

What's going on?

Didn't you hear that person let himself go?

The sword pointed at the clouds.

His face was full of disdain.

What do you want to do.

Looking for death?

The rock let itself go, but this guy tried desperately to stop it.

What does it mean?

Is it negotiable, and you have to go back on your word!

It's possible!

Do you want to borrow a knife to kill someone?

Hey, it's up to you!

Cowardly and incompetent people dare to come to the class to get an axe.

Kill you!

"Damn ......"

Mo Yunqi pointed at the Wind Hermit and roared.

Then a whimpering cry.

It looks like it.

Such as mourning filial piety.

For the monks of the Holy City.

Win hearts and minds.

After all, the Holy Lord of the Holy City died, and he was killed by the person in front of him.

It's really a lot of tears and snot.

That's sad! Sensei mentioned all.

The Wind Hermit was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Tears of laughter are coming out!

He is cunning and cunning, and he sees through everything at a glance.

Mo Yunqi said such a sentence, which made him understand.

It's not the rock that wants to keep him.

but to borrow him as a person.

So that the guy in front of him can stand in front of people.

Hehe, what a calculation!

Kill that guy with my hand, and keep up the good work, and use me to make this new person.

It's my old enemy!

Step by step, one ring after another!

"Let me see, what kind of skills do you have?"

The Wind Hermit said no more, and rushed towards Mo Yunqi with his sword.

If you don't fight, you can't run away!

It doesn't matter who wins or loses, it's going to be like this.

Hurry up and run away.

That guy was killed, I don't believe this guy can be better than that guy.

Judging by their dress, they are brothers in the same school.

I'm going to see how you fight me.

If you're not as good as a human, you might be killed!

Mo Yunqi was startled.

I didn't react!

The person who has been under Mo San suddenly wants to rush ahead, which is a little uncomfortable.

Hurriedly raised a sword.

Suddenly I thought of the words that the rock confessed.

It is necessary to show another side of yourself in front of the monks of the Holy City.

Holy Posture!

Through this battle, the Holy City monks changed their views.

Only those who possess the Holy Posture can become the Holy Lord.

"The Sage Says ......"

Mo Yun screamed.

The black holy words on his forehead bloomed as he spoke.

It's amazing to watch.

A sentence of sage said, so frightened that the wind hermit hurriedly stopped and made a defensive gesture.

I was scared by Mo San's sage before.

As soon as he heard this, he immediately made a defense.

The wide cuffs of his left hand quickly covered his face, and the long sword of his right hand swung wildly, trying to destroy the sword light.

There was no movement at all.

Put down your sword and remove your left hand.

The guy on the other side looked at himself dumbfounded.

The Wind Hermit also looked at the sword in his hand, and dropped the sleeve of his robe to take a look.

"Hey! Fool me! ”

The Wind Hermit is angry!

I never imagined being tricked by such a guy.

A saint said, nothing.

The key is to make a defense by yourself, which is a shame!

Saying it makes people laugh out of their big teeth.

At this moment, Mo Yunqi is also in a state of confusion.

What a mistake!

It should be a left-handed sword with a finger swing in the right hand.

But now he turned around, holding a sword in his right hand.

waited until he recited a saint's sentence to realize that he couldn't do it.

Thankfully, the Wind Hermit was scared and dodged.

Otherwise, something big will happen.

It's the first time in my life!

A little panicked!

Hurry up and make up for it.

The monks on this side of the Holy City were originally noisy and shouting, but when they heard Mo Yunqi shouting, the saint said.

They all looked at him, and suddenly fell silent.

Why is there another saint?

Who doesn't know that such a sentence represents the stunt of the Holy City, but what does it mean to be able to use such a stunt?

Something that only the Holy Lord can perform.

He was even talking about the saints.

Really?

This guy is just like them, an ordinary monk in the Holy City.

At this moment, I heard him shout, and the saint said.

Look at him naturally.

The Holy Lord was gone, and another one came.

When did the Holy Lord appear so easily?

One by one, the excitement is inexplicable.

Is there another Holy Lord in the Holy City?

Has the power of the Holy Lord been transferred?

Can it still be done like this?

Just because Mo Yunqi hugged Mo San's headless corpse.

Yes, that's it.

The holy posture shifted to Mo Yunqi's body.

A new saint will appear!

One by one, their eyes were blazing.

Such a strange thing appeared here in the Holy City.

Haha, the rhythm of the Holy City is about to take off!

The Holy City monks stared at Mo Yunqi expectantly.

Mo Yunqi looked around, and suddenly understood, the excitement in his heart!

It's almost there.

He will soon become the new generation of Holy Lords of the Holy City.

As long as you perform the Holy City Peerless Learning, the position of the Holy Lord will be unacceptable.

A person with a holy posture is enough to become the new Lord of the Holy City.

"The Sage Said"

Mo Yunqi quickly handed over the sword in his right hand to his left hand, pointing at the Wind Hermit.

The mouth has been uttered by the saint.

But this guy wants the Holy City monks to see the holy word on his forehead.

The head is swaying from side to side.

The Wind Hermit almost laughed.

The same was true for Mo San before, saying that the sage said, but he remembered it clearly.

People flick their swords with two fingers, this guy is good, just point your fingers.

But they don't look at themselves.

Instead, he looked around, looking like he was going to run.

This is here to hold garlic!

Seeing that you want to show your stuffing, so do you want to find a way to run?

A sage said, there should be no one.

Sword light! How can there be!

There was no sword light at all.

Mo Yunqi was also stunned for a moment, this annoyance!

Almost failed again.

It doesn't matter if you lose people's hearts, if you lose people's hearts and the monks of the Holy City don't recognize it, then it's heartache.

Hurriedly flick the sword with two fingers.

laugh at

Even he himself saw it straight.

A touch of golden light between his fingers, a sonorous and powerful sword groan.

Wait for the sword to be flicked and wave out.

A sword light flashed, slashing directly at the wind hermit.