Chapter 1347 Chasing away disciples 1
The men in black retreated, and the cultivators of Yingxianju did not dare to rush after them, and hurriedly rescued the disciples who were still alive.
Soon, the seriously injured disciple was carried away and safely retreated to the back mountain.
The rest of the people glared and stared at the intruder.
Laymen Yingxian and the elders all knew Mo Junrong and knew that this guy was notorious.
Mo Junrong was cruel and merciless, murdering cultivators of various sects, extremely insidious and cunning.
These things have long been spread throughout the demon-killing righteousness, and all the sects of the coalition army know about it.
Regardless of the demon-killing righteousness, even those sects that have not yet joined the coalition have heard of Mo Junrong's notoriety.
Layman Yingxian is an old woman with silver hair, but she is dressed like a teacher's gown.
She stared at Mo Junrong, and asked loudly: "You devil, what are you doing here to welcome us to Xianju?"
Mo Junrong didn't respond, but the fierce light in his eyes was still sharp.
Layman Yingxian knew that the visitor was not kind, so he would not be able to get the result if he asked, so he had to use other methods to scare Mo Junrong away.
"You devil dare to appear in broad daylight, you are throwing yourself into a trap.
The second elder, immediately notify the Qianyun Zong station and tell them that Mo Junrong is in Yingxianju.
Let the coalition forces quickly send strong men to arrest him, and we will do our best to support Mo Junrong and prevent the devil from escaping again. "
The second elder glanced at Lay Yingxian, a trace of nervousness flashed across his face.
Of course he could understand what the layman meant, and wanted to threaten Mo Junrong in this way, forcing Mo Junrong to flee.
But doing so is also very dangerous.
It is very likely that Mo Junrong will break the jar and start killing in Yingxianju before the coalition forces arrive.
This strategy cannot be 100% successful, but now Yingxianju has no choice.
They have already heard that Mo Junrong's cultivation level is very high, at least a lot higher than that of layman Yingxian.
Head-to-head encounters are bound to suffer losses, so I have to try this method, and I hope Mo Junrong can retreat in the face of difficulties.
The second elder took the order with his hands clasped together, and flew up into the air to prepare to fly to the post station.
But before he was more than three feet above the ground,
Mo Junrong made a sudden move and directed a man in black to kill the second elder.
The man in black was extremely fast, flying behind the second elder like a sharp arrow.
The second elder kicked his leg and kicked down, trying to shoot down the man in black.
But there was a heavy and muffled sound from the soles of his feet, as if he had stepped on an iron plate.
Looking down, the Second Elder's pupils shrank suddenly.
Under the black cloth on the head of the man in black, bright spots of light appeared, and there were bright spots of light beside them.
Damn it, this is the eye of heaven and earth, which symbolizes the power of the False God Realm.
There are four god-turning pupils on both sides, which are four turns of the False God Realm, and the realm is higher than that of a layman.
The second elder didn't understand who these fourteen men in black were, and why they followed Mo Junrong, and their realm was so exaggerated.
At this time, the left hand of the man in black blocked the second elder's kick, and his right hand reached forward to buckle the second elder's knee.
The second elder hurriedly somersaulted to avoid the right hand of the man in black, and swung a dagger with horns, slashing towards the opponent's wrist.
The man in black moved very nimbly, he flipped his right palm and clasped the second elder's knife-holding hand.
The Second Elder mobilized his strength, and the tip of the knife burst out with light, turning into a short knife with light and shadow across the chest of the man in black.
Pfft, the clothes on the chest of the man in black were torn apart by force, and a large piece of cloth shredded by the air flow flew out.
However, when the sword light was close to the inner layer of clothing of the man in black, it seemed to hit an invisible wall and was shattered by the strength of the body protection.
What, close-up attacks can't hurt, and the combat experience is so rich!
When the second elder was a little dazed, the man in black quickly exerted strength on his arms.
Like throwing rubbish, the second elder was thrown to the ground fiercely.
Boom, there are human-shaped pits on the ground.
The second elder crawled out of the pit with a disheveled face, clutching his chest and coughing violently.
Seeing this, the other elders immediately led their disciples forward and protected the second elder to retreat.
Mo Junrong raised his hand and pressed falsely, the man in black obeyed the order very much, stopped immediately and stopped chasing.
At this time, the cultivator of Yingxianju saw clearly the clothes of the man in black.
Under the black cloth, she wore a special robe, which was as smooth as a lake under the starry sky.
The surface of the robe is embroidered with bright stars, which are obviously the clothes of the Palace of Destiny.
However, the robe was not complete, it was covered with scorching marks, and there were many broken places.
But the size of the robe fits very well, and it is obviously his own clothes.
In this way, this man in black is the cultivator of Tianming Palace.
"You are from the Palace of Destiny!"
Layman Yingxian couldn't help blurting out.
She knew that this time the Demon Slaying Righteousness Alliance had summoned the powerful from all sects to attack the Chentian Wonderland.
Strange, since the coalition forces are going to attack Chentian Wonderland, why would the people from Tianming Palace run to meet Xianju?
Could it be that the coalition expedition failed?
Impossible, no matter how powerful the Destiny Palace is, it cannot withstand the coalition attack.
There are many supreme beings in the coalition army, and there are also a large number of False God Realm powerhouses, which are enough to level the Chentian Wonderland.
The cultivator of the Destiny Palace was recognized, but Mo Junrong was not in a hurry, and his expression was still calm.
"It's good to know that it is the Palace of Destiny!
I, Mo Junrong, am not a bloodthirsty person, I have a heart of benevolence and righteousness.
Now, I give you one chance, one and only chance.
Everyone welcomes the disciples of Xianju, and they all roll down the mountain for me.
You suzerain elders stay here, let's talk about it. "
Layman Yingxian hesitated a little, then agreed: "Okay, let's talk about it.
All the disciples of Yingxianju, go down the mountain, and you must not return until you are summoned by me! "
"Layman, we are not leaving!"
"Yes, Mo Junrong must have a conspiracy, we can't let him succeed."
"We swear to the death to defend Yingxianju and never leave..."
The disciples' cultivation base is not high, but their courage is commendable, and they shouted one by one and refused to go down the mountain.
Everyone knows that Mo Junrong is very powerful, if all the disciples of Yingxianju leave, the monks and elders will be in danger.
Only with a large number of people and a pool of strength can it be possible to defend Yingxianju.
Layman Yingxian didn't think so, she was very firm and urged her disciples to go down the mountain again and again.
"You are the disciples of Yingxianju and the future of Yingxianju.
Leave the mountain immediately, if Yingxianju is destroyed, you will be the seeds of fire, and there will be a day of rekindling. "
Under the repeated urging of the layman Yingxian, the disciples cupped their fists and kowtowed to the layman and the elder, and then left one after another.
Only the six disciples did not listen to the persuasion, they still stayed and refused to leave, planning to fight Mo Junrong with their lives.
Layman Yingxian waited for four incense sticks to ensure that his disciples would stay away from the mountain before he spoke to Mo Junrong.
"Mo Junrong, the disciples of Yingxianju have left the mountain.
Don't you want to talk about it? If you have something to say, say it, and if you have a fart, let it go! "
Mo Junrong waved his hand, and the other thirteen men in black took off their jackets one after another, revealing the dilapidated robes of the Palace of Destiny.
As the black cloth covering his head was removed, Layman Yingxian's face became ugly.
She has practiced for many years and has experienced many things. She can tell at a glance that there is something wrong with the fourteen Destiny Palace disciples.
Fourteen people's eyes were dull, their faces were expressionless, as stiff as clay sculptures.
Obviously, these Destiny Palace disciples have no self-awareness, they are equivalent to puppets, but they are different from ordinary puppets.