Mo Yao looked into the distance, avoiding the pleading eyes cast by his junior brother. His heart actually calmed down, because he had decided to leave Wuzhen Sect. After the little devil spared him, he breathed a sigh of relief.
I feel that I can lead the Wuzhen Sect to endure the humiliation. As long as there is a great magical power in the sect, the situation can be improved, but this guy is even more lawless than the little devil.
The Eight Immortals made him lose hope. He could see with his eyes that Langxing's calm demeanor when facing everyone's attacks could not be fake. At least he must be at the bottom of Yuan Ying's later cultivation level.
Only if he could do it, he was more inclined to believe that this boy had already reached the point of becoming a feather. Although this was simply a fantasy, he was willing to believe it, or rather had to believe it.
In the past, they felt that the Little Demon Lord was the biggest threat. As long as the Little Demon Lord was willing to let them go, they would have overcome the greatest disaster. Now it seemed that Xiao Ba was the most difficult hurdle for them to overcome. He saw clearly that Xiao Ba
The devil doesn't bother to kill them, but this
What Xiaoba hates is everyone here, regardless of their level of cultivation. He is even willing to kill those in the Kairong period regardless of their status, as long as he can't look down on them. The sad thing is that he can't look down on Wuzhen Sect from top to bottom.
Eyes, what hope is there?
Now that he saw clearly that there was a dead end ahead, Mo Yao couldn't give up even if he wanted to, and he felt relieved. Although it was forced, it was relief. He and his junior brother Mo Hui had feelings, but that
A little emotion isn't worth risking his life to save. Yes, it means risking his life. He has a clear perception that if he gives the other person a chance, this kid will dare to kill him. He is just here to stir up trouble.
Although he would have to give up his glory and go to the end of the world to live a miserable life, he had to go to the end of the world, and he had too many blood debts, but there was a sense of relief in his heart that he was out of the sea of ​​suffering, because he knew that this Xiaoba from Nanjingzhou
The target is not only their Wuzhen Sect, this kid will become a nightmare for all wealthy families in the future. If he can avoid it in advance, it is like he has landed in advance.
As for the idea of ​​uniting with other sects to get rid of Xiao Ba, he would not consider it. Not to mention that this kid himself has super combat power, just looking at the great magical powers standing behind him is enough to make people
Frightened.
The biggest disaster of the nine sects turned out to be from the nine sects. It was ridiculous. This thing was so ridiculous that it made Mo Yao want to cry and laugh a little. Could this be God's will? God really knows how to play.
Lang Xing had already walked in front of Mo Hui at this time. Mo Shuo tried to escape with his junior brother, but after taking a step back, just like the whole sect just now, Mo Shuo didn't retreat anymore and just watched Lang Xing walk over.
Mo Hui's heart suddenly went cold when he saw that his elder brother had no intention of helping him. He turned his gaze back to Lang Xing's face. At this time, his eyes became very strange. There was no anger, no cruelty, and they were even flickering.
There were signs of dispersion in it, which was a reflection of the life that was about to end. It was too hard to let go of such a glorious and happy life, and because it was hard to let go, he spent the last bit of his precious time in memories.
Lang Xing's behavior was also very strange. He just stood in front of Mo Hui with a smile, waiting patiently for him to recover.
There was a silence in front of Wuxian Mountain. Everyone held his breath and looked at the two. He was in his heart. What happened today is too weird. I don't know what kind of ending will be in the end.
Mo Hui finally came back to God, looking at Lang Xing with weak eyes, the better life, the more he wanted to die. He now wants to save his life.
Lang Xing asked slowly: "Do you think you are a mix?"
Everyone is nervous waiting for Mo Hui's answer. If he admits that he is a mixed account, it is a shameful cartilage, but if it is tough, it is estimated that the small life will be lost.
Mo Hui's eyes were even more weak, and he had faintly revealed the color of begging. He couldn't lose his face in public, and even if he kept his life, there was no good day before.
"Pop!" A slap fell into his face, and Lang Xing would definitely not let him live a good life again. Just this slap will make the face he wants to keep
Existing.
After this slap was pumped, Lang Xing's hand stopped in the air and looked at him calmly. However, if the posture was not understood, if Mo Hui refused to admit it, the slap of the backhand would be pumped soon.
"Hurry up and say that he is a mix, no one dares to laugh at you!" Mo Shuo anxiously persuaded the younger brother. In his opinion, the younger brother was still too tender and could be flexed and extended as the elder husband.
Who dares to laugh at them? Whoever jokes will die? Isn't this not easy to do?
"Pop!" This time it was not the slap, but Mo Shuo was fell to the ground. The plain lamp was breathless, and he started to sorrow.
Mo Shuo was too anxious to say a little bit, and the persuasion exposed his face to his face, causing the stars to hate it.
In the later period of a Yuan infant, the monk made a bone and fell into a bone.
Putting the whole bell into a pig's head is too much, but in any case, there is no dead hand, and Mo Shuo must die.
It is much more fierce, this is a great disaster to break the sky! Pu Yunzhou's chaos is not avoided.
Lang Xing seemed to have never taken the crown of Mo Shuo at all, and looked at Mo Hui with a smile.
Mo Hui nodded slightly, he was a little scared.
Lan Yin couldn't hold it anymore, and stepped forward to hold Lang Xing's arm with trembling divine thoughts: "Let's go ..."
Lang Xing stared at Mo Hui, his eyes were cold.
Mo Hui lost his voice: "I am, I am!"
Lang Xing showed a satisfactory smile, saying: "If it is not for Lan Yin, it is not so cheap today." Although these people dare not find the trouble of Lan Yin easily, it would have to protect Lan Yin.
After that, he took out the robe of the Zixiao Palace and waved it to the air. The purple -red robe burned the flames, and it was instantly burned to ashes.
It is difficult to destroy it so easily in the later stages of Yuanying.
No further explanation is needed, this move shows that Zijuemenqiang has withdrawn from Zixiao Palace, and what happened today has nothing to do with Zixiao Palace.
Lang Xing took another leisurely look at the group of people, giving them a chance to jump out for revenge. Everyone lowered their heads, even Quan Zhong lowered his head.
Langxing bowed his head to Lanyin slightly disappointed, and flew away leisurely with her.
Everyone looked at each other, and finally turned their attention to Mo Yao. At first, they were extremely dissatisfied with the leader. After realizing that Lang Xing's cultivation might have reached the feather stage, they understood the leader's difficulties. Now
They need the headmaster to give them an idea. One Immortal Lord was thrown to death, two Immortal Lords were slapped, and even Su Deng is a third-grade Immortal Official. You can't just endure it, right?
Mo Yao looked at them indifferently and said, "You can just take care of yourself." After saying that, he took off his Taoist robe, tore it in half and threw it on the ground, then turned around and left.
Chapter completed!