All demon cultivators stood up to pay homage to the Patriarch

And when Lin Mo was floating in the air, he broke the sword gate with his own strength and pulled out Fu Zifeng's tongue.

In Ping'an City, Tang Liuyu looked at this scene and sighed, the master is really still the master.

His task was originally to do it at a critical time, and the poisonous sand was ready, just waiting for the master to give a code, and this sky full of locusts crossing the sky will fall.

But now, it is estimated that it is not needed.

At this moment, Lin Mo was half-floating in the air, holding Fu Zifeng in his hand, looking at the surrounding figures with invincible eyes, and then at Wang Ping'an, who was shocked at the moment.

Although he does not regret the decision he made, he still has some headaches about whether Wang Ping'an will find out his identity.

At this moment, Wang Ping'an frowned, and his voice came out in a low voice.

"Since this Tianjiao has shattered my sword gate, since he has obtained the qualification to go to Luo Tian, all the others will be eliminated. "

With Wang Ping'an's voice.

The monks in the sky were all stunned. Hysterical voices followed.

"I don't agree! I've been waiting for nearly a hundred years, and I haven't exerted my full strength just now, so why eliminate me?"

"City Lord, didn't you say that you wish that Tianjiao in Ping'an City would go to Luotian again?

"That's right! City Lord, you can't just allow one person to go! Over the years, we have paid the spirit stones in Ping'an City, and we have cultivated diligently! The City Lord's chance is gone, and we will never have a chance again, Wang Ping'an City Lord!"

Lin Mo also raised his eyebrows.

His only purpose was to send Zhan Xiaokui and Tang Mufeng to Luo Tian.

If you become yourself, even if you use eight or nine Xuangong, if a strong person at the level of an immortal king comes out, you will also be exposed.

This kind of loss-making business Lin Mo will not dry.

So his faint voice came out at the moment.

"I'm against it too! I'm ...... this time If you can't enter Luo Tian with them, the selection of this holy land, this Luo Tian, don't go!"

"City Lord, I don't think it's better to do this! I also gave up my quota, and the three thousand monks here began to fight, leaving the last three behind, which were Tianjiao who represented Ping'an City this time. "

After Lin Mo's voice came out, all the monks were stunned.

But they soon looked at Lin Mo, and their gaze began to be unkind.

Fuck your uncle, we have worked hard and worked hard to participate in the Holy Election and fight for a vast avenue for ourselves.

As a result, you actually came with your Taoist companion and younger brother? This kind of thing is still dragging your family and mouth, and you think you are a great sage?

On the ground, Zhan Xiaokui and Tang Mufeng, who had never flown up, only felt that their feet were weak.

Zhan Xiaokui suddenly recalled what Yan Shuxue said to him when he patted his shoulder.

"Xiaokui, this time I travel with Master Zu, don't forget, what are the rules and what is the system. "

Tang Mufeng was also a little nervous...... Although he knew that Lin Mo was trying to disguise, if he counted it like this, wouldn't he be promoted?

Then won't my father be able to beat himself in the future? I don't have to worry about my head being screwed off by my father.

At the same time, Wang Ping'an groaned, he glanced at Lin Mo deeply, and then took a deep breath.

"Being able to shatter the sword gate of the poor path proves that your talent in the sword path and in the flesh has far surpassed the poor path. The qualifications and quota to go to Luotian are yours, and what you want to do with them is also in your hands. "

"Since you want to fight, then let's fight! The monk's final argument is still strength, if the poor path is not accurate, it is estimated that many people here will be unhappy in the future......

"But under the Dao war, there will be countless casualties, and the poor Dao still expects you, so that you can do it yourself, and your subordinates will be merciful!"

As Wang Ping'an finished his last sentence, between the two sides of his hand, a huge protective barrier enveloped the enchantment with the Nine-Layer Sword Pavilion as the center and encompassing all the monks.

This can prevent these Tianjiao chaos and destroy the peaceful city.

After all, the whole body of Ping'an City is built with spirit stones, and if it is destroyed, Wang Ping'an, the city lord, will die of pain.

At the same time, all the monks in the realm were fierce at this moment, and the monks were originally a group of madmen who grew up in the fight.

If you don't go crazy, you can't live.

The path of the cultivation realm is difficult, the weak eat the strong, the distinction between good and evil is very blurred, and there are only interests and no friends among the monks. There is never a need to engage in brotherhood and sisterhood.

For the sake of a spiritual treasure, there are many Taoist couples who turn against each other, and it is not uncommon for them to kill their fathers and mothers.

At this moment, Lin Mo's surroundings were surrounded by a circle of people.

Their eyes were fierce, and it was obvious that in their eyes, Lin Mo was the biggest threat, and in order to prevent them from being conquered one by one later, they had to deal with the most tricky one first.

Lin Mo showed a sneer.

He lifted Fu Zifeng's wrist and flipped it.

The ghost qi surged, and when Lin Mo smashed Fu Zifeng's heavenly spirit, a ghost general directly pulled out his soul and took it to the tongue pulling hell of the eighteenth layer of hell in Lin Mo's storage ring.

If you don't pick it up when you go out, you will lose it, and if you kill someone, you won't throw it into hell, so that the eighteenth layer of hell will continue to grow stronger, and Lin Mo also feels that it is a loss.

At this moment, he looked at the monks around him. smiled indifferently.

"Interesting!

"So...... Come up and receive the !! of death"

In the realm, at this moment, all the monks, when they looked at the earth, were like locusts in the sky, fighting in the realm, and all kinds of treasure light fairy swords fell. Countless severed arms and stumps, Lang Lang Qing in the world, are inexhaustible good heads.

I don't know how long it took, but there was probably only three sticks of incense, and Wang Ping'an's realm was already quiet.

From the sky to the earth, a large rain of blood began to fall.

Even because it was in the realm, the surrounding heaven and earth and the aura were blocked in a corner, and the flow of the aura was a little unsmooth, so in the realm, a blood mist actually rose.

On the ground, Tang Mufeng knelt down directly, and he ...... He had never seen such a bloody scene.

Zhan Xiaokui patted him on the shoulder.

"You'll get used to it, junior brother!"

Above the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, the monks who were like locusts crossing the border before had all disappeared, and under the blue sky, there was only one person standing there.

Lin Mo's white clothes were dyed red, and in the case that he couldn't reveal his identity, and couldn't summon ghost generals and eighteen layers of hell, the strongest combat power he could use was his body.

Eighty-nine Xuangong Great Perfection, the third layer of immortality.

He and Sun Qitian, the pure body cultivator, can compare and kill these monks in two strokes, just like killing a chicken and a dog.

At the same time, Wang Ping'an's complexion changed completely, he stared at Lin Mo deadly, almost word by word.

"You, to, to, the end, yes, who!"

But at this moment, a voice sighed and sounded behind Wang Ping'an.

"Brother Ping'an, who is he, you'd better not know!"