Cultivating immortals is a hard job

It turned out to be good-looking but useless!

Mo Xun brushed his sleeves, driving away the ghosts and evil spirits that were bullying him, and rushed towards the remaining spirit beasts.

At the same time, he threw out the incarnation of the devil and went straight for the ghost lamp that had temporarily lost control.

At this moment, an anxious voice came over.

"Friend Mo, stop first!"

Mo Xun naturally recognized this voice. It was the Xunyang Zhenren who was going to introduce Mu Congnan to him before.

Then, two powerful auras rushed over here at a rapid speed.

Mo Xun snorted in his heart, secretly thinking that the two old guys had a good grasp of the timing.

He continued to move forward, and with a quick pinch of the Dao formula in his hand, the whole person suddenly split into three and killed the remaining three spirit beasts.

Before the Holy Spirit Zhenren and Xunyang Zhenren arrived, three blood lights burst out in the air again.

Amid a few earth-shaking miserable wails, the three behemoths also fell down.

At the same time, the ghost energy around was also stagnant. It turned out that the incarnation had put away the ghost lantern.

Mo Xun waved his sleeves, and the dark ghost slowly dissipated.

The vision in front of him became clear again.

After everything disappeared, Mo Xun put away the treasure, and looked at the two sixty-year-old men who had blocked Mu Congnan behind him with a gloomy face.

Looking at Mu Congnan again, his aura had directly declined by more than half at this moment.

There was no blood on his face, and he was pale and a little creepy.

As for Ye Fengling, the situation was better, but after seeing the injured spirit beasts lying on the ground, he was almost crazy with anger.

Even so, Mo Xun still showed mercy and did not kill all the beasts.

Ye Fengling hurriedly put away his spirit pet, and with a flash of rainbow light, he also came behind the Holy Spirit.

The Holy Spirit frowned slightly.

"What's going on? Why are you fighting?"

Mo Xun's face was gloomy, and he sneered in his heart.

He had practiced for more than two hundred years and had experienced all kinds of conspiracies and calculations, but his acting skills of asking questions knowing the answer were still lacking.

However, since the other person was pretending to be stupid, he was too lazy to explain.

"Nothing, Mo happened to pass by here, and the two Taoist friends said that they were destined to be with me, so I wanted to learn from them."

At this point, he suddenly looked at Mu Congnan and Ye Fengling.

"Right, you two?"

Facing the cold eyes, the two of them trembled at the same time.

Especially Mu Congnan, this time not only lost the corpse that he had painstakingly refined for many years, but also suffered serious injuries.

Now, he finally understood why Wang Boshan endured the humiliation.

As for Ye Fengling, he also felt the horror of Mo Xun.

In the early stage of the Nascent Soul, he could fight two people alone, and one of them was a mid-stage cultivator. The key was that the other party actually won.

If it weren't for the timely arrival of the Holy Spirit, it would be hard to say what the consequences would be.

Seeing that the two were silent, the Holy Spirit was a little dissatisfied.

He was not dissatisfied with Mu Congnan and the other two, but Mo Xun's cruelty.

Knowing that he and Xun Yang Zhenren had arrived, he still killed them in the end, obviously not taking them seriously.

Of course, Mo Xun's strength also surprised everyone.

How many years has it been since such a person appeared in Southern Xinjiang!

It seems that the rumors in the outside world are not groundless.

Xun Yang Zhenren turned his head and looked at the two embarrassed people, and seemed to not know how to start.

But Wang Boshan, who was hiding in the dark, snorted disdainfully.

Since he came to Wuliang Mountain, he has been ridiculed by these people openly and secretly.

A dignified middle-stage Nascent Soul, with more than ten thousand troops, was killed horribly by a newly established sect. No matter who heard it, they thought it was a fairy tale.

It seems that these people can finally shut up in the future.

But then again, after just two years of not seeing each other, he found that Mo Xun's strength has increased a lot.

Especially that strange black sword, which could actually injure Mu Congnan from a distance.

He was still thinking about revenge, but now it seems that the plan he had thought about for a long time has to be changed.

Mo Xun's fearlessness is also a headache for Wang Boshan.

This kind of ruthless person, if the snake is not killed, there will be endless troubles.

At present, more than a dozen Yuanying ancestors have almost gathered near this small mountain range.

Dozens of eyes saw the short fight just now clearly.

At first, everyone who still doubted Mo Xun's strength had different views at this moment.

Yang Ziweng and his wife had seen it with their own eyes.

As for Xuan Jing, they had fought head-on.

Even so, there was still a wave of shock in his heart.

"In this case, you should disperse as soon as possible. The war is coming, and there are still many things to prepare. No matter who is injured at this juncture, it will be a huge loss for our Tiandao League."

Such a result is naturally not what the Holy Spirit wants to see.

He really wanted to test Mo Xun's strength and also wanted to kill the arrogance of this newly promoted Nascent Soul.

It was really that this person in front of him had been too popular recently.

At the same time, it was to give an explanation to Mu Congnan.

According to his expectations, Mo Xun would resist, and the two sides would even fight, but it would just stop at a certain point.

Then Mo Xun was at a disadvantage and returned Feng Yuxiu's Nascent Soul.

At this time, he, the Holy Spirit, took action in time to resolve the grievances between the two parties.

The seemingly perfect plan, but there was a huge deviation.

This deviation caught him off guard and disrupted many of his previous plans.

For example, Mu Congnan, he was planning to use him to deal with a middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivator of the Demonic Path. Now that he was injured, it was unknown whether he could fight.

And Mo Xun, no matter his strength or personality, was far beyond his expectations.

He could see that this was a guy whose personality and methods were not easy to control.

This kind of person, if used well, would be a sharp knife.

But it could often become an unpredictable fuse!

Seeing that everyone had calmed down, Master Xunyang hurried out to smooth things over.

"In that case, Brother Mo might as well give us two a favor and return Brother Mu's Soul-killing Lamp for the time being. Without this life-saving magic weapon, Brother Mu's various methods would be greatly limited, and it would also be detrimental to our anti-demon plan."

Master Xunyang wanted to bring up Feng Yuxiu's Nascent Soul, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

On the one hand, the request to return the magic weapon was a bit excessive.

According to the unwritten rules of the immortal cultivation world, no matter what the reason, the spoils obtained in the fight naturally belong to the winner.

But there is no reason to return them!

On the other hand, the role he and Shengling Zhenren played at the beginning was that they were not aware of the grudge between Mo Xun and Tianguimen.

If he brought it up at this time, wouldn’t it be a slap in his face?

Xunyang Zhenren originally thought that he would have to spend some time talking, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Mo Xun threw something over with a flick of his sleeve.