novelapdf Chapter 438
Chapter 438
Under the fear of life and death, even a Golden Core cultivator is no more than an ordinary person, Su Yuanxiu suddenly begged for mercy.
Unexpectedly, his words of begging for mercy resulted in the colorful bird attacking more and more crazily, which made his liver and gallbladder tear apart, and he almost lost his composure and yelled loudly!
Fortunately, a talisman came across the sky suddenly.
With a clear understanding in his heart, he showed a bit of struggle, and finally gritted his teeth and let go of the soul to accommodate this talisman.
When the talisman entered his body, his face suddenly turned blue, and he understood everything in an instant.
He cursed intentionally, but swallowed the words helplessly.
"Wow—"
Seeing this, the colorful bird let out an angry roar, and had no choice but to abandon this Golden Core cultivator and choose another target to go.
"Damn!"
The target chosen this time was Suzerain Qianfeng.
His face was ashen, and he controlled the magic circle. While resisting the attack of the colorful bird, he tried his best to transmit the sound to all parties, trying to join hands to attack the colorful bird.
He succeeded.
Many people turned around and chose to besiege the colorful bird.
With the lessons learned just now, everyone knows that this is not a time to stand by and watch, otherwise they will be defeated one by one.
However, this move also greatly relieved Mo Chuan's pressure.
He even used his energy to fight back.
Seeing that the Xuling battlefield is about to turn into two battlefields, they will fall into a fierce battle.
A roar of surprise and uncertainty struck suddenly.
"Su Yuanxiu—"
Following the prestige, I saw Su Yuanxiu suddenly commanding the forces under his command to frantically attack Sect Master Qianfeng.
Looking at his expression, he is ferocious and crazy.
I don't know if it's the fanaticism of the converts;
Or do you hate these monks and never lend a helping hand?
"Fellow Daoist Mingchen, Pindao is willing to offer a secret key to the cave, can I exchange it for a way out?"
There was a sound of bargaining.
The person who spoke was the Sect Master Qianfeng who was besieged by Colorful Bird and Su Yuanxiu.
Mo Chuan was speechless.
Now he has all the secret keys of big and small caves, why bother to look far away?
"Do not--"
Before the sound of bargaining fell, the shrill screams spread throughout the battlefield.
You don't need to look carefully to know that another Golden Core cultivator has died in the cave.
"I, I would like to descend to the sky in the Xuling Cave..."
"I am also willing to surrender..."
As the two Golden Core cultivators fell under the noses of the cultivators, the rest of the cultivators completely collapsed.
One by one, they all opened their mouths to surrender, let go of their spirits, and accommodated the talismans.
Then he transformed into a running dog of Xuling, besieging those who hadn't surrendered with scarlet eyes.
The balance of war was instantly broken at this moment.
One golden elixir returns... two golden elixirs returned... three... four...
Mo Chuan has more and more forces under his command.
There are fewer and fewer people who would rather die than surrender.
Looking carefully, those who do not want to surrender are almost all born in the top ten caves. They are proud and arrogant, and the magic circle is fierce, so they can naturally persist for a longer time.
"Poverty... would like to accept the talisman..."
Suddenly, on the battlefield, there was another sound of surrender.
This sound of surrender shocked everyone, and a wailing wailed in their hearts.
The person who surrendered was none other than the head of Taiyuan Tian - Duanmu Zhong.
At this time, nearly half of his disciples had already fallen.
The incomplete camp was even more dimly lit, and it was obvious that it could not last long.
"Hahaha, wonderful!"
Mo Chuan laughed loudly, flicked his fingers, and a talisman flew out and fell into Duanmu's soul, causing his already collapsed Dao heart to collapse even more.
"Little friend Mingchen, the way of heaven is ruthless, there is still a glimmer of life left, the ownership of Taiyuantian is established, can you stop?"
At this moment, a calm voice suddenly echoed in Xuling Cave.
"True Monarch Miao Ting!!"
"Mr. Dao has made a move!"
Before the sound came out, all the cultivators were in an uproar, and the faces of the remaining people who had not surrendered were ecstatic.
Those who surrendered had an ugly expression on their faces.
Especially Duanmu Zhong, his face turned blue and white, and his eyes were extremely dark. He didn't know that he became the abandoned son of Daoist Yuanying?
That's right, he is a disciple of Taoist Lord Yunxu.
In order to preserve the inheritance, Daoist Yunxu had no choice but to bring in disciples from heretics when he was dying, in order to seek the protection of the three Daoist Yuanying.
Now that he can use Mo Chuan's hand to get rid of him and completely engulf the Taiyuan Heaven, why not do it?
what?
He is not dead yet, and the secret key is still there?
Having said that, how could Taiyuantian disciples accept a puppet head whose life is controlled by others?
As for Mingchen, who is also in charge of the secret key of the Taiyuan Heaven?
Heh, Duanmu finally believes that those three treacherous and cunning Taoist monarchs have already prepared means to wait for tomorrow.
"Since the Taoist Lord spoke, how can the poor Taoist refuse?"
Mo Chuan was expressionless, stood up and cupped his hands, and suddenly looked at the colorful bird.
"Hoohoho-"
In an instant, Qianlong roared, and the returning golden elixir also flushed red, his blood was surging, and his breath was surging.
"Wow—"
The colorful bird howled unwillingly, and under the suppression of several golden cores and real dragons, it had no choice but to turn into a stream of light and fall into Mo Chuan's body.
"All the top ten cave disciples can leave."
Mo Chuan, who accommodated the colorful bird again, turned slightly to get out of the way.
Qianlong behind him was still circling endlessly, as if he might launch an attack at any time.
If it was normal, no one would dare to leave, but now with the guarantee of Daoist Yuan Ying, the ten disciples of Dongtian were naturally fearless, and they all walked towards the exit of the Qi channel with their heads held high.
When passing by Mo Chuan, many Jindan's eyes lighted up slightly, and their faces showed a bit of dissatisfaction.
Mo Chuan curled his lips, too lazy to say much.
Not long after, all the top ten disciples left.In the cave, there are only seven or eight Golden Core cultivators left, including the Five Sacred Cave.
"Let go of the spirit, and accommodate the talisman!"
Mo Chuan's eyes fell on them, and seven or eight talismans flew over them with a wave of his sleeves.
"Fellow Daoist Mingchen, the Taiyuan Heaven belongs to us, you and I belong to the Six Mountains, so why are you so unkind?"
The Lord of Zhongyue said in a deep voice, trying to play the emotional card.
"Who is the same as you? Are you also qualified to be compared with me?"
Mo Chuan raised his eyebrows, and suddenly turned his face.
As soon as these words came out, the face of Zhongyue Mountain Master turned blue and white, extremely ashamed and angry.
Before he could speak, Mo Chuan suddenly raised his hand, and a stream of colorful light shot away.
The Lord Zhongyue wanted to activate the magic circle subconsciously.
But he suddenly discovered that Si Yue, who had always cooperated tacitly, chose to stand by and watch at this moment.
He had to face the terrifying blow from the distant star sea creatures alone!
"Wow—"
The scorching solar wind blew across his body, allowing him to refine the flesh and blood for countless years, and at this moment, all of them rotted and turned into rotten flesh.
Mo Chuan clasped his five fingers in vain, and a golden pill suddenly shot out from the pool of flesh and blood, and landed on his fingertips.
The faces of the other four mountains were pale, they looked at each other, silently let go of their souls, and accommodated the talismans.
Among them, the master of Beiyue Mountain was about to accommodate the talisman, but he didn't want the talisman to turn into a wisp of ashes before it got close, and disappeared.
Beiyue was stunned.
Subconsciously looking up, he saw Mo Chuan putting away the golden elixir in a leisurely manner, cupping his hands solemnly and saying:
"There is an old saying, one day is a teacher and life is a father. The master is the guide of the disciple Lingyuandao. How dare the disciple insult him? What Meng Lang said just now was aimed at the Five Sacred Mountains, not the master. Please don't blame the master."
Beiyue pursed his thin lips, sighed amidst his thoughts, and said:
"There is an old saying: Saints are impermanent teachers. Although I guide one or two friends in Lingyuan Dao, how dare I speak boldly and call myself Master. From now on, you and I will be called friends!"
Mo Chuan pondered for a while, and replied: "Forget it, fellow Taoist, in the heart of the poor Taoist, will always be the teacher of Lingyuan Dao!"
The Lord of Beiyue returned the salute, but said no more.
The mind was in a trance for a while, and a touch of loneliness was hidden in it.
Who would have thought that a group of guys who had lived for thousands of years would be toyed with and applauded by a survivor of the Dharma-ending era, so that their lives were controlled by their hands.
Could it be that the ten-thousand-year evolution of the Dharma-ending Era has already made the Dao of Yuan Qi, which was not worth mentioning at the beginning, develop to an unbelievable height?
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