After reaching the tenth layer of condensation, Huan Yin's combat power has increased amazingly, and he even feels that Mo Shaoge is almost no longer his opponent, he can cross the realm to challenge!

The victory of a condensation stage monk over a concentration stage monk has never been done since ancient times, because the gap in the great realm cannot be made up no matter what. It's just that the "Immeasurable True Sutra" left by the Immeasurable Venerable has the unfathomable power to seize the creation of heaven and earth, so that Huan Yin, who is condensed at the tenth level, seems to be able to break this iron law.

After Huan Yin's cultivation reached the limit, he walked out of the secret room. When Li Ji and Guo Yu saw Huan Yin, they were shocked, because Huan Yin's state was too weird.

Next, Huan Yin soon got the news that the spy was hunted down and killed from the mouths of the two of them, so he rushed out of the sect without saying a word and rushed to the battlefield.

He's in need of killing!

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The screams of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect continued to echo in the empty grassland, and every time Huan Yin killed one more person, his shriveled body would be more full.

Huan Yin, who was like the wind, kept shuttling through the crowd, killing like crazy, and at this moment, he was dominated by bloodthirsty desire, and even felt that the screams of the people of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect were so pleasant.

"Young Master, save me!" Huan Yin approached a Ten Thousand Poison Sect disciple again, and the disciple immediately collapsed to the ground. It's not that he doesn't want to resist, it's just that he's seen too many fellow sects resisting before, even if it's the resistance of the same sect of the Nine Layers of Condensation Great Perfection, it doesn't have the slightest effect in front of Huan Yin.

Mo Shaoge was already furious, but Huan was too fast, and before he could make a move, he saw that several of his fellow disciples had turned into dried corpses and fell.

"You dare!" Mo Shaoge yelled, raising his hand to stroke his seven-string seven-tone piano again and again. A series of air currents were sent out towards Huan Yin to kill.

Huan Yin naturally saw Mo Shaoge make a move. It's just that his body is still in shape. directly took out the Xuanwu Phantom and continued to kill, not taking Mo Shaoge's spell in his eyes at all.

Mo Shaoge's series of spell attacks quickly hit Huan Yin's body, although Huan Yin was blasted away in an instant, but he did not suffer the slightest damage, and he followed the direction of being blown away, directly killed in front of another disciple of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, and began to kill the next time.

"Damn!" Mo Shaoge was anxious. He didn't expect that after just a few days of not seeing him, Huan Yin would become so strong.

Mo Shaoge flew up, narrowed some distance in the direction of Huan Yin, and then stroked the piano again in his hand, and drank: "Second tone, flat sand and falling geese!"

As soon as Mo Shaoge's voice fell, the cry of a wild goose suddenly sounded, and then a wild goose phantom appeared out of thin air and rushed towards Huan Yin.

This time, Huan Yin felt threatened by Mo Shaoge's technique. His figure finally stopped, and he was still holding a Ten Thousand Poison Sect cultivator in the middle of the eighth layer of condensation. The weird smile on his face is still there.

"Ah......" A desperate roar came from the mouth of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect monk who was caught by Huan Yin, and then he lost weight inexplicably, like a flower withering in an instant, and became a dried corpse.

And Mo Shaoge clearly saw that the moment Zai Huan Yin killed his fellow disciples, his body was a little fuller.

"What kind of evil art is he cultivating, so terrifying!" Mo Shaoge frowned.

After Huan Yin saw that the wild goose beaten out by Mo Shaoge was approaching, he put the dried corpse in his hand, and then took out the fairy sword and turned snow at the wild goose, only to see a white light flash from the wild goose, and then half of the wild goose's body was instantly frozen in the air, and the speed of flight also slowed down.

However, Huan was not easy because of the confrontation with Mo Shaoge's wild goose, and his face turned slightly red, obviously caused by the shock. However, Huan Yin did not hesitate for a moment, taking advantage of the wild goose's slowdown and flying back, and even lifted the snow again while retreating, pointed at the wild goose, and said: "Snow melting!"

Then, the ice on the wild goose began to melt in an instant. It's just that it's not just the ice that melts, the wild goose's body actually began to melt at this moment along with the ice on its body.

"So strong!" Mo Shaoge was secretly shocked in his heart, raised his hand to stroke the piano again, and shouted: "Third tone, ambush on all sides!"

Huan was about to rush towards the next Ten Thousand Poison Sect monk because of the crisis, when suddenly his heart tightened inexplicably, and his body suddenly eased up. In the next moment, more than ten strings suddenly rushed out of the ground in front of him, directly cutting off his front.

The strings that rushed out looked extremely sharp, and they emitted a cold glow in the sunlight.

Huan Yin felt a lot of danger on this string, and immediately turned around and killed the Ten Thousand Poison Sect monks on the other side. Where did Mo Shaoge allow Huan Yin to kill again, and stroke his hand again, and suddenly another string rushed out of the ground, blocking Huan Yin's way again.

It's just that Mo Shaoge still underestimated Huan Yin's speed, although Huan Yin was blocked twice, his body was still flexible, and he quickly bypassed his block, rushed to the middle of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, and the killing resumed.

Mo Shaoge looked angry, and directly put the piano in his hand in front of him. The seven-stringed seven-tone piano floated in the air, and Mo Shaoge raised his hands and danced his fingers again and again, playing at Huan Yin.

This time, Mo Shaoge almost cast the spell with all his might, and with the sound of the agitated piano, air currents and illusory geese flew out one after another, and there were strings rushing out around Huan Yin.

Huan Yin was bombarded by Mo Shaoge's large number of spells, but his body still didn't stop, even if he was injured, he kept killing among the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

Gradually, Mo Shaoge's piano sound became more and more urgent, and the persecution of Huan Yin became more and more intense. However, every time Huan Yin killed someone, his cultivation increased by one point, and the threat of Mo Shaoge's spell became smaller and smaller for him.

"He's getting stronger, killing people can make him stronger, how is this possible!" Mo Shaoge saw the changes in Huan Yin's body, his face was surprised, and he played wildly in his hands, but he felt that it was becoming more and more difficult to stop Huan Yin.

"Fourth tone, spring and white snow!" Mo Shaoge shouted, the fingering in his hand changed suddenly, and it really snowed in the place where Huan Yin appeared.

As soon as the heavy snow came out, Huan Yin instantly felt like he was in an ice cellar, not only was it extremely cold and unstoppable, but he also felt that his blood was almost going to coagulate. However, Mo Shaoge's methods prevented Huan Yin, but it also instantly made the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect beside Huan Yin have the same experience as him, and they were completely shrouded in magic.

Before Huan could slow down due to his body, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect who were shrouded in heavy snow fell to the ground first, and his whole body instantly stiffened and died.

Mo Shaoge naturally knew that his fourth tone would accidentally injure his fellow disciples, but he had no other choice, because if he didn't make a move, those fellow disciples would still die under Huan Yin's hands, but he would kill him directly, but it would not make Huan Yin stronger.

Finally, Huan Yin's figure was revealed, and he reached out to make a move in the storage bag, and a fan appeared in his hand. Then, he threw the fan into the air and shouted, "Djinn Fan!"

The Djinn Fan flew into the air and opened on its own, and then a cloud suddenly appeared on the originally blank fan surface. The next moment, the clouds and mist receded, and a huge god spirit flew out of the fan, holding a gong in both hands and killing Mo Shaoge.

Huan Yin's current cultivation is far from being comparable to that evil youth, and the power of the giant spirit fan has increased dramatically under his drive. When Mo Shaoge saw the giant spirit that had been killed, he instantly felt threatened, so he changed the sound of the piano, reversed the direction of the wild goose and the air flow that were originally killed by Huan Yin, and went towards the giant spirit to resist.

In this way, the pressure on Huan Yin's side instantly decreased again, and he used his spirit to resist the extreme cold with all his strength, and rushed out again, chasing and killing the people of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

Huan Yin had already killed more than seventy people, and his body was no longer shriveled, but more than half recovered. He knew that the more people he killed now, the greater his certainty of fighting Mo Shaoge.

However, almost half of the people of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect had died at the hands of Huan Yin, and the rest had fled in all directions, and it had become difficult for Huan Yin to hunt them down.

"Kill twenty more, kill twenty more, and I'll be able to defeat Mo Shaoge!" Huan Yin stabilized his mind and moved wildly on the grassland, looking at his appearance, it seemed that he really wanted to kill none of the people of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect here.

On Mo Shaoge's side, the giant spirit holding the mace was extremely strong, and the first, second and second tones he played couldn't even break up the giant spirit by bombarding the giant spirit, and even the giant spirit gradually forced up towards him.

Mo Shaoge's face was bruised, and his playing technique changed again, and he drank in his mouth: "The fifth note, the sunset flute and drum." This time, his sound suddenly amplified, centered on him, and spread wildly in all directions.

In the sound of the piano, bursts of flute and drums came out of nowhere, and came into the hearts of everyone who heard the sound of Mo Shaoge's piano. Then, the djinn not far from Mo Shaoge began to become a little sluggish, as if it was affected by Xiao Gu, and his combat ability was greatly weakened.

The moment Huan Yin heard the sound of Xiao Drum, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he couldn't stop vibrating violently with the sound of the drum, making his internal organs swell in an instant. However, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect who heard the sound of Xiao Gu were completely different from Huan Yin. The spirit of these Ten Thousand Poison Sect disciples was shocked in an instant, the pace of escape also accelerated instantly, and the frightened expression on their faces slowly subsided, as if Mo Shaoge's piano sound gave them great encouragement and motivation.

"Gathering Monk, it is really far from being comparable to the realm of condensation, not to mention the many means, all of them are weird and unpredictable, they are really powerful. Huan Yin saw Mo Shaoge's technique, and he had to secretly marvel in his heart.

However, Huan Yin quickly raised the fairy sword to turn snow and pointed into the air: "Turning snow." As soon as he spoke, the snow that kept falling in the air instantly turned into rain when it was still three feet away from him, and continued to drip towards the ground.

The cold feeling instantly subsided, and Huan Yin looked at the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect who were speeding up to escape with a bloodthirsty face, and chased them out again. (To be continued.) )