Qin Yi pondered for a while, instead of running around like a headless fly, it was better to follow Wei Youlin and his party to the Moro gathering place.

He just wanted to see what the legendary Moro was like, so he quietly followed them.

Wei Youlin and his party are obviously very experienced, and they have not encountered any accidents along the way.

As they approached the Moro gathering place, their steps gradually became lighter, and each of them gathered the aura on their bodies well.

Qin Yi followed this group from a distance, he didn't know the strength of these people, so he didn't dare to follow too closely, for fear of being discovered.

Not long after walking, Wei Youlin stopped.

"It's here!" he whispered.

Everyone behind him looked stunned, and they all pulled out the flying swords in their hands and cautiously approached the past.

In front of it is a small tribe made of stones, which looks rather rudimentary.

The tribe was littered with eight or nine monsters covered in black carapace.

These monsters had sharp horns on their heads, their faces covered in black lines, and their white fangs glittering with a cold cold light.

"This is Moro?" Qin Yi looked at these ugly monsters, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Even from a long distance, Qin Yi could feel the evil aura emanating from the other party's body.

"It seems that the description on the map is correct, there are a total of nine Moros here!" Wei Youlin's eyes flashed with excitement.

Nine Moro, not too much, no less, just within the range of their strength.

"Senior Brother Wei, ...... now?" a disciple behind Wei You asked in a low voice.

Wei Youlin was silent for a while, and then spoke: "Arrange the formation, block this tribe, and don't let these monsters escape." ”

"Yes!"

“......”

One by one, the disciples scattered one after another, carving spiritual patterns outside the tribe.

Soon, the entire tribe was covered with spirit patterns, and the formation of these spirit patterns was specially designed to restrain Moro.

The spirit pattern can effectively suppress the demonic energy, so that they can easily deal with these moros.

After the arrangement of the spirit array was completed, everyone entered the spiritual energy into the array, and the spirit patterns lit up one after another, enveloping the entire tribe in an instant.

"Whew-"

"Damn the Terrans!"

"Tear them apart—"

“......”

The sudden mutation instantly alarmed Moro in the tribe, and a roar of rage rang out one after another.

Moro's eyes lit up with scarlet light, and the pitch-black demonic aura rose into the sky, and the sky above the tribe was gloomy.

They were like evil ghosts crawling out of hell, rushing towards Wei Youlin and the others.

The Moros slammed into the spirit patterns that rose from outside the tribe and let out a miserable howl.

The hard claws gripped the spirit pattern fiercely, splashing a string of sparks and making a sizzling sound.

Feeling the chaotic demonic aura that permeated the air, Qin Yi was amazed in his heart.

With only nine Moros, such a demonic aura can erupt, if it is hundreds, thousands, then the erupted demonic qi may be able to cover a distance of thousands of miles.

These Moros were not afraid of death and slammed towards the spirit patterns that enveloped the tribe, and the light on the spirit patterns gradually dimmed.

Many disciples behind Wei Youlin looked at the violent Moro, and their faces turned slightly pale.

A few of them were taking the monthly exam for the first time, and it was natural for them to be nervous when they saw such a monster.

If you continue to let Moro continue to impact like this, the energy in the spirit pattern will soon be exhausted, and Wei Youlin said in a deep voice: "Prepare to enter the tribe!"

"Huh, ...... in?" the disciples who were taking the monthly exam for the first time let out an exclamation.

Wouldn't it be for them to fight these horrible monsters to their deaths?

"Look at your cowardice!" some of the old disciples laughed at their appearance, but they forgot that they had been more or less the same when they first met Moro.

"Okay, don't be verbose, everyone go in immediately!" Wei Youlin frowned and said in a cold voice.

The flying sword in his hand appeared, and he took the lead in entering the Moro tribe, and those old disciples followed closely and also entered the tribe.

The remaining disciples glanced at each other, gritted their teeth, summoned their flying swords, and rushed in as well.

After entering the tribe, Mo Luo suddenly stopped colliding with the spirit pattern, turned around and bit towards Wei Youlin and the others.

For Moro, these humans are their target.

The Moro are a bloody, brutal, and murderous race. They strengthened themselves by exterminating other races, and in their eyes, all living beings were their food.

When—

Wei Youlin slashed at a Moro body, but the sharp flying sword did not leave a trace on the black carapace.

As if he had expected it, Wei Youlin's expression remained unchanged, and he calmly flashed the attack of Moro's claws sideways, and swung it out again, and a cold light shot out, knocking out Moro in front of him.

The Moro looked at the faint white marks on the carapace on his chest, let out an angry roar, stood up, and continued to rush towards Wei Youlin.

In his eyes, the reptile in front of him actually left a scar on his body, for him, this is a huge shame, he wants to tear the reptile in front of him to pieces, and then swallow it one bite at a time!

Then the disciples who rushed in also fought with Moro one after another, and the four old disciples found a Moro and fought together.

As for those new disciples, they were dealing with the remaining four-headed Moro together, although it was a little uncomfortable to deal with this kind of monster for the first time, but the strength of these disciples was there after all, and the four-headed Moro was stalemate for a while.

Wei Youlin dodged one after another, constantly dodging the attack of the Moro in front of him.

Moro has a very high physical strength, and it is very difficult to defeat him head-on.

But Moro has one weakness, and that's his magic horn!

The Horn is the source of all of Moro's power, and if you cut off his Horn, Moro will die instantly.

Moro is not only brutal and bloodthirsty, but also extraordinarily irascible!

Wei Youlin constantly provoked the Moro in front of him, just looking for an opportunity to kill with one blow!

For them, the old disciples, this was the most effective way to kill Moro.

Wei Youlin and Mo Luo staggered by, and a fine light flashed in their eyes, "It's now!"

The spiritual power frantically poured into the flying sword in his hand, and a cold light appeared, leaving a beautiful arc in front of Moro's eyes.

Scold!

The cold light streaked across the horns, and a crisp sound rang in the ears of this Moro.

Dark green blood continued to flow from his forehead, and demonic energy frantically leaked out from the incision of his magic horn.

Rumble!

The huge body fell to the ground heavily, and the pair of scarlet eyes turned dull, and the one who knew that this Moro was dead did not believe that he would be defeated by the humble ant in front of him.

Whew-

Wei Youlin exhaled a long breath, although he successfully killed this Moro, his consumption was not small.

In order to ensure that the horns of this Moro were cut off with one sword, he infused eighty percent of his spiritual power into the final sword.

"Whew!"

"Damn humans!"

"Tear them apart!"

“......”

Seeing his companions being slain, the rest of Moro fell into madness.

The terrifying demonic aura erupted from the demon horns, and the disciples who were fighting changed color one after another, and the pressure suddenly multiplied.

"Ahh

A new disciple couldn't dodge and was hit by Moro's claws, leaving a deep wound on his body.

Moro's claws were poisonous, and the disciple's wound was pitch black, and inky blood was oozing out.

Traces of black demonic qi poured into the disciple's body from the wound, and his face turned a terrifying pale.

"Use your spiritual power to resist the invasion of demonic energy!" Wei Youlin came behind the disciple and let out a deep sigh.

He counted his fingers on the injured disciple, and then fed him a spirit pill, slightly suppressing the invasion of demonic energy.

The other disciples became more and more cautious in their hearts, after all, no one wanted to be attacked by Moro's claws.

After Wei Youlin settled the disciple, he threw himself into battle again.

With the addition of Wei Youlin, these disciples gradually gained some advantages.

Among this group of people, Wei Youlin's cultivation was the highest, and he had reached the realm of separation from the earth.

It stands to reason that this cultivation should be considered good, but since he is already old, if he can't break through the Guiyuan Realm within five years, he can only apply to become a deacon.

If he wants to break through to the Upper Realm within five years, and then enter the Returning Yuan Realm, this is undoubtedly difficult for him to ascend to the sky.

Therefore, he is very well prepared for this monthly test, hoping to get a good ranking and get the reward of the sect.

This is also his last fight, and after this monthly exam, no matter what the result is, he will choose to go into retreat.

Rumble!

Wei Youlin and an old disciple teamed up again to slay a Moro, and Moro's heavy body smashed to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

"Good!"

The disciples who were still besieging Moro screamed when they saw that they had killed him again, and their eyes flashed with excitement.

Wei Youlin and the old disciple breathed the spiritual power in their bodies, and then the two of them found the other two Moro respectively.

Watching his companions fall one by one, Moro who was still fighting became uneasy.

They let out a low groan of anxiety, and fear crept into their hearts.

Any species is afraid, and even Moro is terrified when faced with the threat of death.

They broke away from their opponents and rushed towards the outside of the tribe.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

......

Their massive bodies slammed into the spirit patterns on the periphery of the tribe, making a dull sound.

Zi –

......

The sharp claws tore wildly on the spirit pattern, and the spirit pattern flashed with a strong light.

Under the purification of this light, the demonic energy emitted from Moro's body evaporated like snow encountering hot molten flames.

"Hmph, want to run?" Wei Youlin sneered, and the flying sword in his hand brought a cold light, and once again cut off a magic horn of Moro.

The sword body with brilliant ability is already stained with dark green blood at this moment.

Rumble!

As the last Moro fell to the ground, all the Moros gathered in this place were killed.

Knock knock knock......

Seeing that Moro had all been killed, one by one the disciples sat down on the ground one after another, especially those who took the monthly test for the first time, and they were even more unbearable.

In the face of both physical and psychological pressure, it is good that they can persevere.