Thousands of miles to hunt and kill!

A team of more than 1,000 people, including a team of masters in the Scattered Demons, Mahayana Period, and Tribulation Period, was chased and killed by Mo Wudao alone.

The Hell Gate used all kinds of means to defend and retreat, but it was still chased and killed by Mo Wudao repeatedly, and then killed by gas attacks again and again.

After escaping for half a day, the number of disciples present was reduced by nearly two hundred.

Even the deacons and elders who had survived the tribulation period were also attacked by Mo Wudao and three fell.

They were really scared!

Although they have been chased and killed countless times, they have never been so passive as they are now, and the other party seems to be able to grasp their specific location forever.

It will always be under that close surveillance, and then disappear calmly!

It's so blatant and arrogant!

The two Supreme Elders' hearts were furious, they had a terrifying mana, but this Mo Wudao's stealth technique was too domineering, and they couldn't detect the other party's approach.

And the attack is extremely fast, every time the attack of the two arrives, the other party escapes again.

This makes them a little overwhelmed and annoyed.

Mo Wudao in the shadows was secretly happy, his methods worked, constantly consuming the other party's vitality.

He wanted to let these Hell Gate disciples know that there was no way out for joining the Hell Gate and cultivating that kind of evil exercises, and if the Heavenly Dao did not punish them, he would punish them instead of the Heavenly Dao.

And the news that the disciples of the Hell Gate here were hunted down by mysterious masters, and they didn't know that they were heard by the monk who passed by, and they began to pass it on to the outside.

Around, a team of monks of various factions began to chase after them.

Of course, these traces were deliberately left by Mo Wudao, so that the Hell Gate would not take the initiative to expose his whereabouts.

"When will our support arrive?"

In the crowd of the fleeing team from the Hell Gate, several masters gathered around to discuss countermeasures.

"The support at the corners of the mouths around, the cultivation is too low, and if you come, you will be sent to death, to deal with this embryo, at least you have to dispatch more than two tribulation masters, they are far away from here, the fastest, and it will take half a day to arrive!"

"Half a day, I don't know how many more people will be assassinated!"

The faces of the crowd were a little ugly.

In the end, it was the two demon scattering masters who made the decision.

"It seems that the Heavenly Demon Sect is the only one who has sent out Ling Lan, and now, he can only sacrifice some of his disciples to give the others time to evacuate safely!"

"Redivide the ranks, divide them into eight directions, and retreat separately!"

After the confluence, they decided to retreat separately, and this time they retreated separately, retreating in all directions.

After all, there is only one person on the other side, and at most he can only chase people in one direction, and in the end, the worst result is that he catches up with two teams, and the other six teams can survive.

And so.

When Mo Wudao made another sneak attack and retreated, he wanted to attack again, but found that the people of the Hell Gate had turned into eight teams and fled in eight different directions.

"Tsk, it doesn't seem to be as stupid as I imagined!"

Mo Wudao carried the Star Scar Sword and directly met the team that fled to his side.

This team is very unlucky, and Mo Wudao is very lucky and regretful, this team does not have a high-level master of the Hell Gate, and the strongest leader is just a cultivator during the Tribulation Period.

At first glance, it is cannon fodder that confuses the line of sight!

Even so, Mo Wudao did not let go, and directly sacrificed the Tower of Babel, scattered the enchantment, and enveloped the area within a radius of ten miles, trapping all the Hell Gate people inside.

The Star Scar Sword shone with this gorgeous and dazzling sword light, swallowing cold and terrifying sword qi.

Without the slightest mercy, Mo Wudao only had indifference on his face, frantically harvesting the lives of these disciples!

In just a few breaths, nearly half of the disciples have already died under the Star Scar Sword.

The rest of the disciples wanted to escape from the barrier scattered by the Tower of Babel, but no one was able to break through the barrier that seemed to be as thin as a cicada's wings.

"Since you can't live, let this demon be buried with you!"

The leader of the peak of the tribulation suddenly shouted, "All disciples, jade shatter!"

Thundered!~

Before Mo Wudao could react, the disciples under him suddenly exploded.

"Not good!"

Mo Wudao's face changed slightly, and the Star Trace Sword instantly separated to form a sword formation, protecting him in the middle.

The earth-shattering loud noise and terrifying energy burst open, directly blasting a spatial rift in place.

A terrifying black hole appeared, and the violent space power swept towards Mo Wudao, and the Tower of Babel instantly returned to its original state, retracting into Mo Wudao's dantian again.

Mo Wudao wanted to dodge out of this dangerous place.

only to find that the spatial hole that was opened by the disciple of the Hell Gate exploded, the spatial power that can tear apart any object, pulled him, and made it impossible for him to leave.

This is an automatic repair program set up by the Heavenly Dao, and the spatial rift that has been accidentally broken will absorb energy from the nearest place to repair the hole.

And the current closest energy source is Mo Wudao, the master of the Sword Spirit Duotian!

Mo Wudao's current cultivation is still unable to resist the squeeze in the spatial passage, so naturally he can't let this spatial crack be sucked in.

With a thought, the Star Scar Sword turned into a shield and pressed against Mo Wudao's back.

The spatial rift's suction on him disappeared temporarily, but it still moved slowly backwards, and this kind of power of heaven and earth was not so easy to contend with.

"You want energy, right! Lao Tzu gives you ······"

Mo Wudao turned around and hid behind the shield composed of the Star Scar Sword, and blasted all the mana of his body into the spatial rift, as long as this spatial rift absorbed enough energy, the rift would be repaired as before.

With the input of Mo Wudao's mana, the rift has shrunk a lot, but it still exudes suction, pulling Mo Wudao closer.

"Not enough?"

Mo Wudao was a little surprised, and finally understood why only the flow of scattered immortals and demons could directly tear open the space and rush in the space tunnel.

To counteract the power of this spatial rift, without thousands of years of mana, it is simply impossible.

Just when Mo Wudao was a little helpless, the Chaos Holy Bead on the Star Mark Sword also seemed to feel the crisis of its master, and suddenly burst out with a shocking energy, and a spatial rift a few meters away appeared.

In Mo Wudao's surprised gaze.

took out the spatial rift, and finally began to slowly repair it, shrinking smaller and smaller, and the suction power became smaller and smaller.

In the end, after absorbing enough energy, the spatial rift that was self-detonated by the disciples of the Hell Gate was repaired, and the Star Scar Sword was also seriously injured, reverted to the shape of the sword, and escaped into the dantian.

And Mo Wudao also felt the feeling of fatigue when his mana was exhausted.

Even Yukong couldn't do it, and fell to the ground staggeringly!

"It's a real loss this time!"

Mo Wudao smiled bitterly, these disciples of the Hell Gate blew themselves up, not only delaying him to chase after the other teams, but even the loot at his fingertips was blown into ashes.

In this place, except for a deep pit of spiritual power explosion, there is not a single hair left!!

Trying to squeeze out the last trace of mana, Mo Wudao launched a retreat technique, escaped a few hundred meters into the ground, and then forcibly summoned the Tower of Babel, and then hid in himself.

Then, he stuffed a handful of elixirs into his mouth and began to recover his mana!