"Judge yourselves!"

Mo Wudao looked at the ten talents of the Hell Gate, and with a wave of his hand, the four Demon Protectors were easily killed by him in this way.

"What's going on? Why can't I teleport?"

Netherworld looked desperately at the shattered teleportation rune in his hand.

Could it be that this teleportation rune is fake, and the rest of the people also looked at the spirit rune in their hands suspiciously, with a touch of despair on their faces.

One of them, at last, couldn't bear the pressure anymore and knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Linglan Demon Lord, Demon Lord, let me go! I don't want to die!"

"Please!"

The man kept kowtowing, and took out all the storage rings hidden in his arms, "This... This is my filial piety to the Demon Lord, all for you... It's all for you, please spare my life······"

The rest glared at the begging companion with contempt!

In particular, the young sect master Yu Ming directly shouted angrily, "Waste, coward, you stand up for me, you are not allowed to kneel! I, a disciple of the temple, how can I kneel down to outsiders and beg for mercy······

But the man retorted, crying, "It's dead! The temple is dead! Everything is gone······ Nether, don't fool yourself······"

"The elders are dead, the ancestors are dead, everyone is dead, just a few of us, do you really think you can rebuild the temple?"

"Wake up!"

"I just want to live now!"

After the man finished, he respectfully handed a string of storage rings in his hand to Mo Wudao, and said, "These are all the various cultivation resources and magic weapons of our temple, all of which are given to the Demon Lord, begging the Lord to let us live." ”

Mo Wudao smiled and took the string of storage rings.

Divine Sense Penetrates!

I rub!

Even he, who had seen a lot of the world, was shocked by the countless resources in this storage ring.

This hell gate, it is estimated that all the essence of the sect has been handed over to these ten people.

The collection on a melter is even richer than his.

This time, make a big deal!

Mo Wudao's gaze looked at the other nine people, especially the young sect master Netherworld.

He is the master of the young sect, and estimating the resources that the temple puts on him will definitely be a literary number.

"Hand over all the storage rings you have!"

Mo Wudao said lightly.

The rest of them were silent, and the four demon protectors, who burned their essence and blood souls, still couldn't block the other party's casual blow.

They are at the peak of the merger period!

The teleportation talisman used to escape is useless, and now, it is really a mermaid.

Resistance, only one death!

"Huh?"

Mo Wudao saw that everyone didn't move, his eyes were cold, and the coercion around him suddenly increased a little, and his fingertips began to linger with several sharp sword qi.

"Please also ask the Demon Lord's subordinates to be merciful!"

A few more people couldn't bear the pressure, so they handed over all the storage rings on their bodies, Mo Wudao took them with a smile, and then put them all into his own pocket

This time, I really made a fortune!

It's like stealing a treasure trove of super powers!

"Netherworld Young Sect Master, do you want me to get it myself?"

Mo Wudao smiled and took a step closer to the young master of the Hell Gate.

The Netherworld's gaze was full of resentment and unwillingness, but looking at the fierce sword qi on Mo Wudao's body that could burst out at any time, he clenched his teeth.

"You... Here it is for you, can you let us live?"

"Can't!"

Mo Wudao replied decisively.

"Ahh

Zhong Rao's face suddenly turned pale, especially the disciple who was the first to recognize the fourth, and he shouted with disbelief on his face.

"Lord Demon Lord, you can't be a talker!"

Mo Wudao's eyes were calm, and he said lightly: "I haven't been, if you hand over your things, I will let you go." ”

"Again, if the situation is reversed, you... Will you let me go?"

The crowd was silent.

If the two sides switch positions, they will definitely have to cut the grass and eradicate the roots!

"What if... We're blowing ourselves up now, what's the chance of killing you!"

The Netherworld Young Sect Master, staring at Mo Wudao, also calmed down.

Mo Wudao shook his head and said, "No way, even if the four scattered demons before blew themselves up, the chance of being able to mountain me is less than one in ten." ”

"Hehe······"

Ten people finally despaired!

"Kill yourself! It can give you the opportunity to reincarnate, and in the next life, to be an ordinary person, or a righteous monk, you can be reincarnated in the proof of this kind of cult·····

Mo Wudao put away the sword qi lingering in his hand and said lightly: "If I make a move, you won't have a chance of reincarnation." ”

The people looked at each other.

In the end, except for the young master Netherworld, they all sat down cross-legged silently.

Soon, they all decided their lives and were reincarnated.

Mo Wudao's expression did not change in the slightest.

If you do something wrong and go to the wrong air, you will have to pay for what you have done!

This is the causal cycle!

Glancing at the young master who hadn't committed suicide yet, Mo Wudao said, "What, you are reluctant to die?"

"Who wants to die!"

Nether's face was calm, his eyes looked at Mo Wudao a little responsibly, and he said slowly: "Actually, I envy you a little·····"

"What you are cultivating seems to be the Immortal Dao Exercises, a Demon Dao disciple, or a disciple of the Demon Dao Leader Demon Sect, but you can cultivate the Immortal Dao Exercises······"

"And I, since I was born in the temple, my father is the high-level of the temple, and the exercises I cultivate can only be the exercises of the temple; in our opinion, taking people's essence and blood and sucking people's origin cultivation is just a normal operation, just as normal as eating and drinking······

"I never felt that this was wrong, that it was against ethics!"

Mo Wudao scratched his head and interrupted Netherworld's self-description.

"I don't have time to listen to your self-criticism, whether you are voluntary or voluntary, this is your life, you can't reverse your life, you can only be arranged by fate!"

"Get on the road! I'll overdo it for you!"

"Hehehe······"

The Netherworld Young Sect Master smiled bitterly, but then, a thick madness erupted in his eyes, "But, I still want to try it one last time~"

Suddenly the body began to swell!

"Master's brother, he wants to escape!"

Aya'er reminded.

"I know. ”

Mo Wudao slowly deepened his right hand, and a strange power poured out from his fingers, and the space beside the Netherworld Young Sect Master began to undergo strange changes.

A spatial power pressed into the body of the Netherworld, imprisoning the soul primordial god he was about to break away from.

And the body was allowed to explode.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the range of the body's self-detonation was compressed to the limit within a two-meter radius.

"Ahh

The Netherworld Young Sect Master was horrified to find that his primordial spirit was still far away, and he could clearly feel his physical body explode, and the violent energy gathered together.

Directly blasted this space into a thin crack!

Mo Wudao directly threw that primordial god into the Zheng of the spatial rift

"Whether you can come out alive depends on your creation~!"