In the center of the Great Scattered Continent, which is hundreds of thousands of miles away from Nanxu, the mountain peaks are continuous, and the cities are innumerable, and most of the immortal gates of the Great Scattered Continent are located here, including the Duobao Holy Land, the Shangling Holy Land and the Tianyan Sect.

It's just that the atmosphere of today's three major sects seems to be a little dignified, and in the Duobao Holy Land, the Holy Lord Yao Rensheng is standing in the ancestral hall of the sect with most of the elders.

In the ancestral hall, there are countless jade slips, each jade slip has a wisp of the soul of a disciple of the Holy Land of Duobao, this is the consistent practice of most immortal sects, use the jade slip to record the breath of the disciple, if the disciple dies, the wisp of the soul will be extinguished, and the jade slip will be shattered.

"Boom!"

A voice came, and another jade slip in the ancestral hall exploded, and Yao Rensheng's face turned pale, "How many are these?"

"Enlightening Holy Lord, this is already the two hundred and thirty-seventh jade slip!"

"Two hundred and thirty-seven!" Yao Rensheng's hands were trembling, "I have two hundred and thirty-seven elite disciples in the Duobao Holy Land!

"We have tried to contact the Deputy Holy Lord more than a thousand times, but we have never received a response, and that piece of heaven and earth seems to be controlled by a mysterious force, and the spirit runes cannot contact the Deputy Holy Lord at all. ”

"Witch God Temple! Witch God Temple!" Yao Rensheng's face showed a hint of murderous aura, he glanced at the jade slip, Yao Rentian's jade slip was still intact, and he felt a little relieved.

"What is the situation between the Upper Spirit Holy Land and the Heavenly Yan Sect?"

"Holy Lord Qi, we have been in contact with the Upper Spirit Holy Land and the Tianyan Sect, they are the same as us, since an hour ago, there have been continuous shattering of the Divine Soul Jade Slip, in addition to our three major sects, there are already hundreds of elders of the sect have rushed towards our three major sects, and many of them have many deputy sect masters and even the sect master's life slips have been broken. ”

"It seems that this invasion of the Witch God Temple is too powerful, and it has exceeded the scope of what we can handle, what is the attitude of the Tianyan Sect and the Heavenly Spirit Holy Land?"

"The sect master of the Tianyan Sect is gathering all the disciples of the sect and preparing to go to Nanxu in person, and the Holy Lord of the Upper Spirit Holy Land has not moved for the time being......

"Hmph! The purpose of the Witch God Temple is definitely not just a Nanxu, this invasion of the Witch God Temple is related to the fate of my Dasanzhou Immortal Dao, and the Witch God Temple must be driven out of the Sanqing World at all costs, Tianyan Sect knows the stakes, you go to appease the sect below, and the others will inform the whole sect that I will go to Nanxu with the Tianyan Sect!"

At this moment, a disciple suddenly appeared from outside the door, came to the door of the ancestral hall in a panic, and knelt down with a puff, "Enlighten the Holy Lord, the disciple of the Qingying Continent Dao Sect asks to see ......."

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In the southern void of the Great Scattered Continent, the war is still going on, and the thousands of cultivators in the Great Scattered Continent are all silent, as cultivators, they feel so desperate for the first time, every time Mo Weixu reads a name, and bows to him, that person will directly explode into a blood mist, and there are unwilling people who use the strongest blow in their lives to attack Mo Weixu when they read their name, but they died halfway.

The entire Nanxu sky, bursts of green smoke, red rain gradually fell in the sky, at this moment Yao Rentian was also desperate, he didn't even dare to take the initiative to attack, every cultivator who took the initiative to attack before was called by Mo Weixu without exception.

Dao Twelve was pale, his body was stained with green and red blood, the green ones were those barbarians, and the red ones were his own, these dozens of barbarians who were about to die, each cultivation was not weaker than the Mo Weixuan in front of them, almost half of their bodies were sold into the soil, but today they still drilled out to make their strongest blow, and after a blow, they did not hesitate, and directly chose to blow themselves up, Dao Twelve cultivated for even if they reached the sky again, even if the sword path was invincible, they were still not lightly injured.

When the enemy doesn't want to die, the best way is to stay away as much as possible, but Dao Twelve can't stay away, he must kill Mo Weixu as soon as possible, he glanced at the cultivators below, the number is only half of the original, just a few hours, thousands of cultivators died.

Looking at their desperate and helpless eyes, like those mortals who had been saved by Dao Twelve, it turned out that the high-ranking cultivators were no different from mortals, and they would also be desperate, he thought of what he had said in the first sword of the Sword Pavilion, "The meaning of the existence of immortal cultivators may not be to become their own immortals, but to become immortals of heaven and earth." ”

Every time Dao 12 saves mortals, they will be revered as immortals, and mortals have cultivators to defend them against demons and monsters, but what about cultivators? Who will defend them against these unknowable forces?

Dao Twelve's gaze gradually became resolute, his sword intent slowly emanated from his body, his immortal sword continued to chant at this moment, and Dao Twelve stepped out, "The cultivator is born because of heaven and earth, if the heaven and earth are not there, how can the cultivator exist?"

Dao Twelve's whole body exuded a white glow formed by sword intent, and he walked towards Mo Weixu step by step, and those barbarians who were about to die saw this, and rushed towards Dao Twelve with a mortal gaze.

"Poof!"

Dao Twelve stabbed out a sword, the light in the barbarian's pupils quickly disappeared, and then exploded with a bang, Dao Twelve did not dodge, continued to move forward with a sword, and another barbarian's head was cut off, this time it failed to self-detonate, Mo Weixuan on the side was shocked, the spirit of the witch god killed thousands of cultivators, and at the same time consumed his great magic power, at this moment he couldn't move at all.

"Kill him for me!"

Mo Weixu yelled, and at the same time, the movements in his hands became faster and faster, and the dead cultivators became faster and faster, and the time of a pillar of incense passed, and hundreds of cultivators died.

"Uncle Yao, you quickly think of a way, I don't want to die, I am the Holy Son of the Duobao Holy Land, I can't die, I can't die here, Uncle Yao, save me!"

Among the cultivators, the evergreen cloud house suddenly knelt down with a puff, wailing loudly, the cultivators who kept dying made his spirit collapse, and as the cultivators in the field became fewer and fewer, the chance of him being called became greater and greater.

"Evergreen Cloud House!"

Suddenly, there was a urging voice in the sky, Changqing Yuncuo's face was distorted, he grabbed Yao Rentian, and shouted loudly, "Uncle Yao, save me, I can't die! You are the Deputy Holy Lord, and you have the responsibility to protect the future Holy Lord!"

Although Yao Rentian understood Evergreen Yuncuo's mood, Evergreen Yuncuo's performance still disappointed him.

Mo Weixu above was about to bow to the Evergreen Cloud House, only to see the Evergreen Cloud House suddenly roar loudly: "My lord, spare my life, spare my life, I am willing to return to the Witch Temple." ”

"Holy Son of the Duobao Holy Land?" Mo Weixu suddenly stopped worshipping him, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

"Yes, yes, I am the Holy Son of the Duobao Holy Land, if you spare my life, I can help the temple do more!" Changqing Yuncuo's face was distorted, and when he saw Mo Wei above smiling, he turned his heart and pointed to Yao Rentian next to him, "This is Yao Rentian, the deputy holy master of the Duobao Holy Land, and he has entered the virtual realm to cultivate!"

"Bold Evergreen Cloud House, you are deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors!" Yao Rentian's face changed drastically, and he slapped towards the Evergreen Cloud House with a palm of his spiritual power......

Changqing Yuncuo collapsed to the ground in fright, and saw that Mo Weixuan's palm was about to slap on his body, when a voice suddenly came from the sky.

"Yao Rentian!"

"Poof!"

Changqing Yuncuo saw that the palm that was about to be slapped on his head instantly exploded into a blood mist, he wiped his tears and knelt down to the side, "Uncle Yao, I'm sorry, I don't want to be like this, I don't want to be like this, I just want to live." ”

"Evergreen Yuncuo, this seat gives you a chance, you quickly report their identity, the stronger the strength, the higher the status of the person first!"

"This ......" Changqing Yuncuo's face changed.

"What, you don't want to live?"

"No, no, he, he is the deputy saint of the Holy Land of the Spirit, Zhou Ruohe. ”

Evergreen Yuncuo pointed at him from afar, Zhou Ruohe's face pointed at him, knowing that he couldn't live, and shouted at the cultivators below, "Fellow Daoists, this person is a disgrace to my cultivation realm, I hope you can eradicate this defeat for my Great Scattered Continent ......"

"Zhou Ruohe!"

"Poof!"

Before Zhou Ruo finished speaking, he instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and the other cultivators looked desperate, and then they were full of anger, and all kinds of spiritual light hit towards the evergreen cloud house, but at this moment, the figure of the evergreen cloud house suddenly disappeared, and when it reappeared, it was already beside Mo Weixu.

Evergreen Yuncuo was suddenly startled, the Witch God Phantom was beside him, he felt the biting cold, and the black aura rolled in front of him.

"This is the master of the Immortal Sect!"

"This is the head of the Upper Dao Sect!"

"This is the Elder of the Holy Land of the Upper Spirit!"

“......”

In less than a few breaths, Evergreen Yuncuo once again pointed out the names of more than ten cultivators in the Great Scattered Continent.

The hearts of the cultivators below were like ashes, and some of the cultivators fell to their knees like evergreen clouds.

"Spare my life, I will serve the temple!"

"I'd like to propose more lists of monks from the Great Scattered Continent!"

"I know of a monument in Dasanzhou......"

“......”

With Evergreen Yuncuo taking the lead, they didn't care about anything, they all kowtowed to Mo Weixu, Mo Weixu showed a strange smile on his face, and ignored these cultivators, but turned his head to look at Dao Twelve, who was already crumbling.

"Look at it, this is your Terran cultivator, in the face of life and death, wagging his tail and begging like a pig and dog, what is the difference between the Terran race and those low-level creatures you killed?

After Mo Weixu finished speaking, he continued to call the names of those cultivators, and after another half an hour, there were less than a hundred cultivators who were still alive, most of them were cultivators of the Destiny Wheel Realm and the Purple Mansion Realm, and all of them in the Cloud Ascending Realm and above had died.

And at this moment, Dao Twelve finally killed the last barbarian who stood in his way, his blood-red flying sword was already full of cracks, his body, blood was gushing like a spring, his face was as pale as paper, and Dao Twelve was also exhausted at this moment.

He trembled and moved his arm, wanting to raise the flying sword, but as soon as he moved, the flying sword shattered inch by inch, and Dao Twelve showed sadness on his face, "Old man, go slowly, I'll ......be there later."

After Dao Twelve finished speaking, his body suddenly burst into a strong brilliance, "Self-explosion is not just for you barbarians!"

At this moment, his body turned into a sharp sword and stabbed towards Mo Weixu.

Mo Wei made a big change, and shouted bitterly: "Quick, stop him, stump him for this seat......"

Changqing Yuncuo's face turned pale, he didn't pay attention to it, and rushed out with enough spiritual power......