Blue and White Society - Chapter 521

[Chapter 511]

As more and more disciples lost their cultivation, the combined attack formation of Yuhuazong’s disciples became weaker and weaker until it completely lost its effect.

Once the formation dispersed, the scene immediately became chaotic, and many attacks contradicted themselves and canceled each other out.

After all, there are so many people in a mess, once the formation of combing and guiding everyone to attack collapses, the attack together will have the opposite effect.

Mo Poor didn’t stop. Every time he appeared, he would take away the fruit of humanism and kick away the disciple who had become a mortal.

Those disciples flew out of the battlefield, either landed in the back mountain room, or fell into a side hall somewhere.

Not long after, more than forty members of the Yuhua Sect lost their cultivation, and the remaining hundred or so members could no longer pose a threat to Mo Qiong.

“This son is against the heavens…I’m afraid the master must come out.” Seeing that the situation was not good, Yinjiao quickly threw a token and sank into the depths of the back mountain.

At the same time, he also called for help to the monks of various sects who were watching from the sidelines.

“This demon devours the fruit of human beings. He has become a cliché. He is also ambitious and intends to dominate the world of cultivating immortals. Such a huge disaster, please all comrades get rid of the demon together!”

“I have asked Master for help. Today is the day of this demon’s death. After Yinjiao finished speaking

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many sects immediately responded.

In terms of the values of immortal cultivators in this world, what the Lanbai Society is going to do will greatly hurt their dignity.

Seeing Mo Qiongshen passing through people now, it can be said to be against the sky, and it immediately made everyone present feel a great sense of threat.

Especially when he raised his hands to deprive Jin Jiao of his qualifications to cultivate immortals, regardless of his purpose, this method alone is enough to cause great panic in the immortal cultivating world.

There were quite a few monks who were ready to make a move, but now seeing the defeat of the Yuhua Sect, Yin Jiao bluntly called for help, and immediately flew forward.

Apart from Yujing Mountain and Yuhuazong, there are still ten sects on the field.

At least one gossip mirror came to every fairy gate, and some even came to the four-image realm.

For a while, there were three Sixiang Realm, seven Bagua Realm masters, and Yuan Jing and Yuan Ying were innumerable.

In this regard, Mo Qiong was not afraid at all, he knew that other sects would also get involved, and it was useless to avoid fighting if they wanted to make the rules deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

“Che Yun! Let’s cast spells together!” Mo Poor and Che Yun had one soul and two minds,

and they were both able to use one mind and two tasks at the same time. Immediately, they used the four operations at the same time.

Che Yun’s two spells are to provide Mo Poor with flight and defense.

Mo Poor himself focused on rebounding and dropping treasures.

Logically speaking, a Four Elephant Realm would not be able to defeat so many enemies.

Especially Mo Poor, everyone can see that Mo Poor’s magic power is rough and not subtle at all.

But Mo Poor’s execution ability can’t be held back to a sufficient level, enough for absolute characteristics!

I saw many tyrannical energies of wind, thunder, water and fire raging on the field, countless jade stone pillars, cornices and high platforms were shattered.

But as soon as he met Mo Poor, no matter how inevitable the blow was, he suddenly changed his master.

Mo Poor’s mana condensed into substance, facing the earth, feng, shui and fire, just control it.

With a sweep of his hand, the sharp sword energy spun and flew back.

With a whirl of air, the blazing white light rolled backwards.

Stellar Wind and Lightning, guided by Mo Poor, flew in an orderly manner on the field, repaying each other with the same way.

The Xuandong Sect’s attack was directed to the Kunt Sect, and the Kunt Sect’s attack was swept to the Yuhua Sect…

Although the Ten Great Immortal Sects participated in the battle and besieged Mo Poor, but in the end, they fought with each other.

Mo Qiong blocked from left to right, fiddled with him non-stop, spread his attacks, and made countless ripples, none of which touched his body.

He didn’t let go of a single attack, but it seemed like a thousand arrows were fired at once, and all kinds of spells around him attacked the monks in an orderly manner.

“Jianwen! Take back your sword energy quickly!” Yinjiao was crazily blocking a terrifying sword energy, but the sword energy was already very powerful, and added an unstoppable effect, which was quite infinitely piercing. The impact of this blow will not disappear.

Elder Jianwen of Xuandong Sect shouted: “My natal sword energy no longer listens to my words!”

After speaking, he also forcibly endured a burst of real fire.

Not only him, but all the monks who participated in the battle felt the despair of Jin Jiao at this moment.

His own attack became someone else’s attack, and Mo Poor’s single move in the siege was better than their thousands of moves.

Can’t dodge, can’t block, and can’t even resolve.

The combined efforts of a dozen of them are not as great as the trouble caused to Mo Poor by more than a hundred low-level monks!

In turn, he was beaten into a mess.

“Why is this happening? We can’t even force him to teleport!” Silver Horn said in horror.

On the contrary, Jianwen is quite clever, and he saw the way: “No! He is not afraid that our attacks will be strong, but that we will attack too much!

” No matter how strong the attack is, Mo Qiong can get away with it.

So no matter how powerful it is, Mo Qiong is not afraid.

On the contrary, the previous siege by a large group of low-level monks made Mo Poor afraid to play with all attacks like this.

Even if Mo Poor is so powerful, his nerve response ability is limited, a dozen attacks can be played at will, and hundreds of thousands of attacks can’t be helped.

“That’s how it is! Don’t pile up the damage, increase the attack speed!”

Everyone was forced out of the containment thinking by Mo Qiong now, regardless of the reason, no matter the illogical solution, they all used it.

Still investigating why as before, in the end there is no benefit other than driving myself crazy.

The style of painting changed, and a group of monks turned to bombard Mo Poor like magic machine guns.

Use whatever spell has a large range, wide coverage, and high shooting frequency.

For a moment, the sky was full of sword energy, the wind and thunder split, and the flames rained.

It’s a pity that Mo Poor is not really helpless about this. If he wins by numbers, of course Mo Poor can’t rebound one by one.

But the corresponding power has dropped, and it is better for Mo Poor to fiddle with it, so that he only locks on one target in his mind, and then turns around without thinking, at least he can ignore the attack.

The mana of gazing close to itself layer by layer, turned into a real titan’s mighty outfit.

When it spiraled crazily, you could see Gangfeng Jianqi, and when the fireball’s light bomb touched the high-speed rotating body protection vortex, it disappeared immediately.

Target, Earth Blue and White Club warehouse.

“No…no more…” Silver Horn anxiously wanted to gnaw his nails.

None of the monks present had encountered such a difficult enemy.

The stellar energy spiraling around Mo Poor’s body was like a bottomless pit, any attack would completely disappear.

Fortunately, if you fight like this, at least everyone will not be backlashed by their own attacks.

“It’s okay, he can’t bounce back, just hold on, my master is awake!” Yin Jiao froze as soon as he finished speaking.

Because Mo Poor turned around and flew towards them like a spiral whirlwind drill.

“How can he still fly!”

They didn’t know that it was Che Yun who was in charge of Mo Poor’s flight at the moment. When Mo Poor confiscated all his attacks, his mobility was not affected!

“Boom!” An elder was caught off guard by the spinning Mo Poor, and immediately rolled towards Yinjiao.

Jianwen narrowed his eyes and noticed that the moment Mo Poor hit someone, the attack on him did not disappear, but flew towards Yinjiao along with the elder who was hit.

“The moment you attack someone, does the attack change from disappearing to rebounding? So this is not a rebound, but control and guidance. This person can change the trajectory of the enemy’s attack by fiddle with it.”

Jianwen thought, but he I thought about it, but I can’t solve it.

He could only dodge as hard as he could, not to be hit by Mo Poor.

Because, all the people who were hit by Mo Poor inevitably flew towards Yinjiao.

Slow, yet overwhelming!

“Bang!” An elder bumped into Yin Jiao’s face, and the two slapped each other face to face.

But Yinjiao rubbed his nose, and said: “Keep attacking, don’t let him free his hand, it’s okay to hit him!”

“You treat me as air…” Suddenly, Lord Gou appeared beside Yinjiao.

I saw Master Gou pressing a cigarette butt on Yin Jiao’s face, and a hole was immediately dissolved.

The cigarette in his hand had already been refined into a magic weapon, and when he pressed it, Yinjiao’s inner armor quickly melted away.

The inner armor, which was already dilapidated, quickly collapsed completely.

“Forgot, there’s also a Sixiang Realm!” Yinjiao was shocked, even the weakest Sixiang Realm was stronger than him, not to mention that Master Gou was extremely strong in close combat, and at the moment he was already bullying himself, a series of sets The blow, like a violent storm, hammered him so hard that he couldn’t even handle it.

In just a few moments, he lost all his teeth, broke dozens of bones, and fell to the ground almost paralyzed, dizzy.

“This guy… how can he fight with his fists!” Yinjiao

‘s teeth leaked, and he felt that he couldn’t even move a finger.

“Hey… Mo Poor, throw everyone here!” Gou Ye said, restraining Yin Jiao with his power, and flew him up into the sky.

At the same time, Yinjiao also saw a large group of people running towards him, all of them were monks who had been swept away by Mo Poor.

Some flew upside down in mid-air, some rolled directly in the air, and some headed towards him.

Regardless of the posture, these people are obviously involuntary!

“Don’t come here!” Silver Horn struggled in Master Gou’s hand.

But all the monks who were hit seemed to be transformed into human missiles, and hit him in a tracking manner.

The speed is not fast, but it just can’t stop.

“I can’t control myself!” A monk in the Sixiang Realm panicked. He experienced this feeling of forced flight for himself, and he was almost crazy.

“Heavy catty fall!” Someone used magic to fall himself down, but it was useless at all, the speed did not decrease at all, but it seemed even more powerful!

“Earth escape! What! That wind escape! Wind… Damn it! Dun! Dun… can’t escape!” Someone wanted to use escape to escape from the bondage of strength on his body, but he couldn’t escape after fleeing for a long time, and he was still rolling in mid-air .

“Wind point, suck!” Another person used magic to control a gravitational force and sucked the mountain gate.

But it was useless, not only did he not stop, but he tore down the towering mountain gate.

There are even people who hold flying swords and insert them into the ground, trying to use frictional resistance.

But in the end, it was just plowing the ground for Yu Huazong, and his body rubbed against the gold and stone floor frantically, dragging out a gully, and he couldn’t stop dying.

Soon, the disciples of UU Reading www.sonicmtl.com who hid in the distance saw their masters and elders floating in various embarrassments in the sky, or dragging on the ground in embarrassment.

The speed is not fast, but it is more tormented.

And everyone’s flying target is Silver Horn!

Yinjiao went up and down the world, chasing a large group of people behind him, forming a string like a train.

He went up to the sky, and this group of people followed him to the sky, and when he went down to the ground, this group of people followed him down, chasing him closely.

And their locomotive is the silver horn in the hands of Lord Gou. As long as they don’t catch up with the target, they will always be in this slow exile state.

It was as if there was an invisible rope connecting them all.

But the thread was in the hands of Lord Gou, and he was running around…

bumping into mountains and hitting pillars all the way.

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[End of this Chapter]