The hundred-mile thundercloud was so fierce that it swept away the thousands of monks in an instant!

It was the roar of the thunder dragon, the roar of thousands of gods, and the thousands of monks were shocked to retreat!

"Retreat, can you retreat!"

Morin's eyes were cold, and the corners of his mouth sneered.

In just an instant, the hundred-mile thundercloud had already swallowed up the thousands of monks.

Within the thunderclouds, thousands of divine thunders slashed down! Like thundersnakes, they came with thunder and light! The ferocity was astonishing! The thunder shook the sky!

"You're you?

Mo Lin's expression was cold, looking at Lin Yu, the demon sword in his hand suddenly rushed in, Mo Lin caressed the sword body with his right hand, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and sneered: "What else do you have to say?"

Lin Yu was furious, as an elite disciple of the Qiong Ling Sect, how could he have been so threatened!

He looked at the monks around him and said angrily, "What can I say? Mo Lin, as an outstanding disciple of the Void Sword Sect, you don't fight with us and besiege us with thunderclouds, you."

"Joke!"

Mo Lin pointed at Lin Yu with his sword, and the powerful murderous aura shocked him, he was scared in his heart, his mouth was dry, and he couldn't even say the next word.

"Fight the enemy together?"

Mo Lin said angrily: "Are you telling me that the Tianhua Realm Scattered Cultivator is your enemy?"

Morin questioned, questioning what the enemy was doing at the moment? Internal strife? At this time, they were still scattered and cultivated, sects?

Everyone was silent for a minute, not knowing how to answer Morin.

Answer: Loose cultivation is the enemy?

Just kidding! If they answer like this, what awaits them is the punishment of the sect's abandonment!

"Strong words!" Lin Yu roared: "A sparring, a simple duel, how common this is among monks! You Mo Lin have to put this qiē on the ambiguity! What do you want to do!"

Lin Yu's tone was tough, at this time, he forcibly held back the fear in his heart, met Mo Lin's killing intent, and said angrily: "Could it be that you are really related to the demon clan as rumored! Provoke the internal relationship of my Tianhua Realm! If it is not my race, its heart will be different!"

Lin Yu shouted loudly, he needed more people to support, and he didn't believe that Mo Lin dared to embarrass himself in front of so many people!

How dare he, Morin, offend so many sects? Impossible! Unless he seeks death!

Lin Yu is very smart, and he also knows how to take advantage of the situation to speak, and turn over Mo Lin's old accounts, which is related to the demon clan, which is undoubtedly a thunder on the cusp of the limelight, which can make people passive at all times!

But who is he Mo Lin? is an ordinary person? If he were an ordinary person, Mo Lin would not be favored by Situ Qi, and he would not be allowed to be the number one formation master!

When the crowd heard the word demon clan, there seemed to be some strange movements, and there seemed to be some words! They were indeed afraid in the face of these hundred miles of thunderclouds! But given Mo Lin a thousand dares, they didn't believe that Mo Lin dared to kill them!

They are the heart of the Shura Formation! They are the backbone of the fight against the two demon clans! He Mo Lin does not dare! If he does, wouldn't he be a traitor?

It is true that Mo Lin would not kill so many people, but to kill him Lin Yu alone, he Mo Lin still has the courage.

That sword was so fast, it was a flash, and it hit the side of the rain in an instant!

"You know wrong. "Morin's voice is so cold, it seems that in the next second, he will slash this scourge with a sword!

"What's wrong!" Lin Yu shouted angrily!

"Before the big war, stir up internal relations, and target loose cultivation!

The seven-foot long sword was on Lin Yu's neck, Lin Yu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he suppressed his fear, looked at Mo Lin and said coldly: "What is wrong with me, learning is learning! I Qiong Ling faction, how can I be afraid of your threat from Mo Lin! I Lin Yu"

Manually, slash down with a sword!

There was incredulity in that look, he didn't expect Morin to dare to kill himself, just like this?

That's the soul!

Lin Yu's soul turned into a bloody light, and he was about to flee.

That's horror! Nothing else!

"Damn it! Damn Mo Lin! Wait for me to report it to the sect! I will definitely seek justice for this matter! You demon clan wretch!"

Mo Lin withdrew the demonic sword, a wine jug appeared in his hand, the wine poured down, poured on the sword body, he wiped it gently, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and said coldly: "Your blood is too dirty, dirty my sword!"

"You, Wicked"

Lin Yu couldn't speak anymore, because his soul was struck by a divine thunderbolt, and with the thunder shook the sky!

The audience gasped.

"What is this Morin going to do?"

At this moment, this question is on the minds of all the monks here!

Looking at the hundred-mile thunderclouds, at this time, they were really afraid!

No one spoke, no one dared to speak, they were afraid of falling into the fate of Linyu!

It may work for anyone, but not for Morin in front of them! This man killed someone in front of them whom they thought Morin would not dare to kill!

If you dare to kill the first one, how can you be afraid of the second? How many of them will be able to escape when the ten thousand divine thunders bombard?

They were really scared at this time, they were afraid of Morin!

With a slight wave of his right hand, the wine on the sword floated away.

Looking at the thousands of monks, Morin had only one sentence: "Do you know that you are wrong in this matter!"

"Wrong?"

Let these thousands of monks admit their mistakes?

On behalf of the sect behind them, do they want them to bow their heads to Mo Lin and admit their mistakes?

They are unwilling! But they are afraid in their hearts! If they do not admit their mistakes, what awaits them?

They want to wait! They don't believe that no one will know about such a movement! Someone has already passed the message, waiting for the sect elders to arrive! Mo Lin, how dare he be so arrogant?

Indeed, the news has been out for a long time!

All the major sects in Tianhua City have Jindan monks in charge, and when they heard the news, they rose to the sky!

All of them are old and mature people, they know that this matter is the fault of their own sect disciples, they wait, waiting for everyone to go together, so many Jindan monks, can he Morin still not back down?

Even if Mo Lin doesn't back down, but such a formation is bound to alarm the Realm Lord, it's okay not to sell their face, but not to sell the Realm Lord's face? He, Mo Lin, I'm afraid he doesn't have the courage!

This wishful thinking is indeed playing well, but how can this wishful thinking Situ Qi make them successful?

If it succeeds, what is the use of Mo Lin killing Lin Yu?

It was Xuan Xing, and he stood in front of these Jindan monks with a smile on his face.

With a wave of his hand, dozens of maids came out from behind him, leading dozens of turtle beasts, and countless fairy fruit delicacies were placed on the back of the turtle.

"On the orders of the Master, I am here to receive all the Taoist friends, please take a seat?"

Xuan Xing nodded and smiled, sat on the upper seat, raised his wine glass, and said with a smile: "In this way, I will open this table first, and all the Taoist friends will give Xuan Xing a face, how about a drink?"

All the Jindan monks glanced at each other, and they all saw the helplessness in their expressions.

Xuan Xing got straight to the point and didn't give them the slightest rebuttal! How could they refute the meaning of the realm lord?

They all shook their heads helplessly, sat down, raised their glasses, and drank them all!

(Xiao Chenzi: "Wipe the sweat, just remembered, I haven't wished everyone a happy vacation! It's Xiao Chenzi's mistake, brothers and sisters, happy holidays! Hehe, the third more is sent, everyone remember to support it!")