"Bold!"

Elder Lingchen's roar almost pierced the sky, and he didn't care about his status.

Directly from the air to Mo Wudao, who was killing and killing.

Mo Wudao only felt a suffocating coercion above his head fall from the sky, making him almost unable to move.

But soon he calmed down again, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked up, and the sword commanded Elder Chen.

Not only did he not avoid it, but he even made a provocative move!

Elder Ling Chen was almost so angry that he was about to lose his mind, and a giant hand composed of pure mana grabbed Mo Wudao, and this time, Elder Ling Chen agreed to the order of the young sect master.

He wants to capture this arrogant boy alive, and then use the cruelest punishment in the world on him.

But then a trace of doubt flashed in my heart.

Is this kid really here to die, but it's impossible, he can cultivate to such a realm at such a young age, he can't be a fool!

Is there some catch!

"Poof!"

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his chest, and Elder Ling Chen looked down, only to find that there was an extra hole in his chest, and the mana and vitality in his body were rapidly disappearing.

In front of him, he only had time to see a white figure flash, and then disappeared into the void.

"Who is it?"

The two tribulations scattered the demons, and before they could make such a sound, they lost consciousness, the corpse fell from the sky, and the giant palm in the air also dissipated.

Mo Wudao's Star Scar Sword turned into a hundred and flew in the air, directly shattering the body of Elder Ling Chen, and then absorbing all the power of that spirit into the Star Scar Sword.

Bang!

Two underground chambers suddenly exploded, and two black-clad figures emerged from the underground of the Hell Gate.

"Who dares to attack and kill my Hell Gate Elder!"

"Where to run!"

An earth-shattering roar rang out, and then the two black-clothed figures chased in the same direction.

Mo Wudao's eyes froze slightly, and he muttered: "One three tribulations, one four tribulations, self-protection should be no problem!"

Those two men in black are the hole cards of the hell gate.

That white figure is naturally the Yueyao Fairy, in order to cooperate with Mo Wudao, give the other party the most effective killing at the first time.

In front of the dignified Ruthless Palace, a great master who had crossed the sixty-ninth heavenly level, adopted a sneak attack and assassination method to assassinate a second-tribulation demon.

Although I lost my identity, the result was unexpectedly good!

Elder Lingchen, who scattered the demons of the Second Tribulation, almost didn't react and died, and even the spirit body was shattered and absorbed by Mo Wudao's Star Mark Sword.

The disciples of the Hell Gate are already stupid!

Elder Ling Chen, just like this, died quietly in front of them in the blink of an eye.

Not even a corpse remained.

Before they could react, two more Supreme Elders broke through the barrier and chased them into the distance.

Listening to the angry shouts, it seemed that someone had attacked and assassinated Elder Ling Chen.

This Heavenly Demon Sect's Linglan Demon Monarch really didn't come in alone.

Could it be that the army of the Heavenly Demon Sect has already surrounded this place.

The faces of many disciples changed suddenly, if it weren't for the presence of a group of masters, it is estimated that they would want to slip away now.

The strength of the Heavenly Demon Sect, they all know it, and with just these people, they can't resist the encirclement and suppression of the Heavenly Demon Sect's army at all.

The collapse of the previous divisions is the best example of this.

"There should be one or two of them!"

Mo Wudao's face was not much relaxed, and the Star Scar Sword returned to his side, his sharp gaze scanning around.

However, with his own style, he can't beat it, but it's not easy to catch himself with a catastrophe.

Besides, there are so many Hell Gate disciples here who can be used as meat shields.

Mo Wudao sneered, and the Star Scar Sword suddenly cracked, transforming into thousands of spirit swords, flying into the air, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the Hell Gate disciples on the ground.

"Hahahaha······"

Mo Wudao laughed arrogantly, and thousands of spirit swords exuded this fierce murderous aura.

This murderous aura was so sharp and strong, and the cold sword aura was that the temperature over almost the entire Hell Gate dropped by dozens of degrees.

One after another, the magnificent sword qi was built from the second day of the sky, crisscrossing and crisscrossing!

"The sword is a sharp weapon for killing, and when the sword strikes, it is killing!"

"You guys, let's all die to Lao Tzu!"

Woohoo!

Thousands of spirit swords shot down at the same time, causing all the disciples of the Hell Gate to change their faces, and even those masters of the Tribulation Period and the Mahayana Period also changed their expressions one after another.

"All low-level disciples, form a formation to deal with the enemy, and the tribulation period is extremely above, shoot together!"

An elder shouted hurriedly.

Flying up, all the majestic mana and money poured out, and he took the initiative to meet the spirit sword that fell from the sky.

These spirit swords are extraordinary, but their power is not much terrifying.

At least for the monks of the Tribulation, it is not unstoppable.

"Bang Bang Bang ······"

There are constantly spiritual swords that are shattered and turned into nothingness, and there are also five masters of the Mahayana period, who surrounded Mo Wudao, and the magic weapon in his hand also attacked and killed with strong mana.

Mo Wudao did sneer.

The Star Scar Sword is his natal magic weapon, and now he can take the initiative to deal with the enemy, and he doesn't need to be too distracted to control it at all.

As soon as his mind moved, another flying sword appeared in his hand, and Mo Wudao did not confront these masters of the Mahayana period, and once again entered the crowd.

Where the sword passed, the human head flew.

No matter what formation these Hell Gate disciples formed, almost no one could stop the power of his sword.

Like a wolf entering a flock, the disciples of the Hell Gate were ruthlessly slaughtered by Mo Wudao like chopping melons and vegetables.

"Ahh

The masters of the Hell Gate were so angry that they were going to die, and one of the elders turned pale and said coldly: "You don't have to be captured alive, just kill!"

If you don't go all out to kill you, I don't know how many disciples will have to pay the price of death.

Two black figures also quietly emerged from the corner and quietly surrounded Mo Wudao.

Mo Wudao's prediction was good, there are still two demon scattering masters hiding in the shadows in this hell gate, and now I see that all the masters of the Mahayana period can't catch Mo Wudao.

These two scattered demons can't stand it anymore!

If you don't make a move, the disciples of the Hell Gate will be killed by the other party alone, regardless of whether it is ambushed or not, kill this kid first.

Mo Wudao, who was fighting hard, felt a crisis from the bottom of his heart.

Without the slightest hesitation, according to what he felt in his heart, the Tower of Babel smashed down to the right.

The sudden appearance of the giant tower caused a flash of surprise in the eyes of the disciples of the Hell Gate, and then turned into horror.

"Boom!"

The giant tower did not fall to the ground, it was blocked in the air by an invisible force, and a small black-clothed figure appeared below the giant tower.

"Elder Reiwa!"

Many of the saved Hell Gate disciples had happy faces and recognized the black-clothed figure.

"Hmm!"

At the same time that the Tower of Babel was blocked, Mo Wudao's chest was also firmly slapped, a palm that he didn't react to.

This palm hit the porcelain solidly, and directly made Mo Wudao's chest concave.

The hard innate sword body was actually unable to resist the power of this palm, and Mo Wudao's body fell backwards.

And where he was, a black figure appeared again.

"Another Scatter!"

In the air, Mo Wudao touched a mouthful of blood, and the Tower of Babel returned to its original shape, turning into a streamer of light and escaping into the dantian.

The Star Scar Sword also clicked in the air to form a sword light and flew back into Mo Wudao's hand.