Mo Han fell silent.

What Mo Wudao said didn't seem to be alarmist, if he was seriously injured after teleporting, and it was still a dangerous place, wouldn't he fall into the mouths of other tigers.

"It's up to you to decide whether you want to go out through this teleportation rune or not. ”

"I ······ I'm going out. ”

The girl finally chose to fight.

In this Hell Gate, she was really scared, the young master of the Hell Gate had been watching her and wanted to possess her, and she had also seen the people of this Hell Gate absorbing the essence blood of the monks and the way they practiced at the source.

But it's really better to live than to die, and in the end, there is no chance of reincarnation!

She was terrified!

"Thank you Lord Demon Lord for saving your life, Mo Han will never forget!"

Mo Hanying knelt down.

This time, Mo Wudao did not stop the girl from kneeling down, after all, she gave Zhang Xiuzhen a teleportation talisman that was almost extinct, and it was natural for her to bow down.

"Let's go!"

Mo Wudao handed the teleportation talisman to the girl, took a step back, and was ready to slip away at any time.

"Demon Lord, there are my senior brothers and sisters and ······ outside"

"You wouldn't think this teleportation rune was mass-produced, would you!"

Mo Wudao interrupted the girl's words.

Mo Han fell silent, a trace of entanglement flashed in his beautiful eyes, as well as deep guilt.

"Take care, Demon King, after I go out, I will ask my grandfather to bring someone to encircle and suppress this place as soon as possible. ”

After saying it with a firm gaze, Mo Han crushed the teleportation rune.

The dazzling light flashed, the space fluctuated, the girl was wrapped in white light, and then disappeared into the main hall, and the barrier that Mo Wudao used to isolate the movement also broke instantly.

Mo Wudao's body changed instantly, turning into the appearance of Mo Han, and sitting cross-legged on the ground.

He still decided to take a gamble to see if he could assassinate the young master of the Hell Gate.

"Tut-tut, all the fame of the first life has been ruined, and I actually pretend to be a woman······" The corners of Mo Wudao's mouth hooked up a helpless smile.

In a large hall not far from this room.

A rather handsome young man was drinking with a few flower-like girls in his arms, and a middle-aged monk with an indifferent face sat not far away.

This young man is the young master of the Hell Gate.

And the moment Mo Han crushed the spirit rune, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly opened, and a trace of doubt appeared on his face.

"Elder Lingchen, what's wrong?"

The young master Nether, who was flirting with the girl, put down his glass and looked at the middle-aged monk with a smile.

"There seems to be some movement in the Yuxia Palace, and the enchantment fluctuates a little······"

"Huh?"

The young master of the Netherworld Sword raised his eyebrows, hugged the girl in his arms tightly, licked the woman's face very, and said with a smile: "Presumably that fairy misses me, haha······"

After speaking, he pushed away the woman on his body, carried a wine jug, and walked outside.

The Ling Chen Elder who was in charge of protecting him was also about to get up, but was stopped by the Netherworld.

"Elder Lingchen, you don't have to follow me this time······"

Netherworld wasn't just teasing the little princess of the Kamikaze Sect this time, his patience was about to run out.

Moreover, in a few days, he will go to attack the Dragon Gate Sect.

Netherworld didn't plan to continue acting with the righteous path fairy who was as guarded as jade, this time, he was going to have a showdown, and directly forced the other party to submit.

"Tut-tut, this young master will definitely make you regret not agreeing to me before, hehehehe······"

Along the way, many disciples of the Hell Sect saw this very authoritative young sect master, and walked towards the Youxia Palace where Mo Han, the daughter of the sect master of the Divine Wind Sect, was imprisoned with an evil smile.

Everyone invariably showed a lewd smile on their faces, and many people even showed envy on their faces.

Sure enough, they are all shameless!

If Mo Wudao came late, this Mo Hanzhen would have been humiliated.

The young master of the Netherworld Sect carried a wine jug and came to the Youxia Hall crookedly, and several disciples who were standing guard here were very sensible and immediately dodged away.

With a slight poke of his right hand, the palace's enchantment cracked, allowing him to push the door in.

"Haha, Fairy Mo Han, Ben Shao is here!~"

With a wave of his sleeves, the door of the temple and the barrier were closed at the same time, and he walked towards the room where Mo Han was with a wicked smile.

Mo Wudao was calm, holding the teleportation talisman in his left hand, and the fierce sword qi above his right hand was ready to attack, brewing a powerful blow.

Open your eyes slightly and stare at the door.

As long as the Netherworld came in, he could instantly burst out of his sword qi and wipe out the young master of the Hell Gate.

Then make a big fuss and leave in style!

"Crunch ······"

The door of the temple was pushed open from the outside, and the young master of the Netherworld, who was full of wine, strode in.

Mo Wudao's body bounced up from the ground, and the fierce sword qi in his right hand shot out in an instant, slashing directly at the head of the Netherworld Young Sect Master.

"Ahh

The terrifying killing machine struck, and the pupils of the Netherworld Young Sect Master shrank, and he instantly came to his senses.

But he found that a terrifying divine sense of coercion instantly enveloped him, making his movements extremely slow, and that unstoppable sword aura had already come to his eyes.

"Flutter!"

A black light lit up from the Netherworld Young Sect Master's body, and at the last moment, it stopped Mo Wudao's killing sword qi.

The blow that could slash the peak monk of the Tribulation was stopped by the black light.

"Sure enough!"

Mo Wudao didn't have any surprise in his heart, the other party was a young master, and his cultivation was not high, but he dared to be so arrogant and domineering in the cultivation realm, and he couldn't have a talisman treasure on his body.

At the moment when the first sword qi was stopped, the second and third sword qi had already followed, slashing at the black defensive prohibition.

And the Netherworld Young Sect Master was also knocked out by the powerful force and smashed to the ground.

However, this Youxia Palace is protected by a formation enchantment, and the sword qi inside is vertical and horizontal, life and death are instantaneous, but the outside is calm and waveless.

Only the Elder Ling Chen, who was protecting the young sect master, opened his eyes suddenly, and he directly teleported to the outside of the Youxia Palace.

And in the palace, Mo Wudao's three sword qi had already consumed the black mangs on the body protection of the Netherworld Young Sect Master, leaving only a thin layer.

Mo Wudao's sword aura was too strong, and although the opponent's talisman was strong, it couldn't withstand so many bombardments in a row.

Moreover, Mo Wudao's real killer blow is in the back······

"Who are you?"

The Netherworld Young Sect Master was a little embarrassed, but he still asked angrily.

Mo Wudao's appearance at the moment is still the appearance of the beautiful Mo Han, with the cultivation of the Netherworld Young Sect Master as a disguise that cannot be seen through at all, but he also understands that it will not be the weak little princess of the Kamikaze Sect who can have such a sharp sword aura.

"Die!"

Mo Wudao didn't talk nonsense, and when he let go, he already felt that there was a big master outside the hall.

No more keeps!

Star Scar shot out instantly, brewing a powerful sword with a touch of sword intent, and instantly slashed the head of the Netherworld Young Sect Master.

"Daring!

Almost at the moment when Mo Wudao took out his sword, the door of the palace exploded, and an angry roar exploded, and the terrifying coercion crushed Mo Wudao's divine sense.