Mu Huai Sword penetrated Mo Wendong from behind, and then penetrated his chest.

But not a drop of blood came out.

Yan Jingchen was stunned and quickly pressed the hilt of the sword and moved forward a few inches.

"That's it for now." Mo Wendong's voice was desolate, without any emotion.

It seemed that in his eyes, Yan Jingchen was already a dead person.

Yan Jingchen felt a chill in his heart, but a violent gust of wind swept out and knocked him away.

"I have been waiting for this moment for you to draw your sword for a long time." Mo Wendong slowly stood up and turned around, with the Mu Huai sword still on his chest.

Yin energy kept pouring out from the ground and gathered on the Mu Huai Sword.

It was also on Mo Wendong.

"I'm afraid you have forgotten that you have learned the Qiexie Sword Technique. After learning this sword technique, you can summon souls when you draw the sword, and you will also forget the past, and even all your original sword techniques. Once a sword is struck, you will only know how to do it.

It's the Sword of Evil." Mo Wendong looked at him, "And you just had murderous intentions towards me many times, and you often put your hand on the hilt of the sword. In fact, I was guiding you to prepare the sword. Wait for Mu Huai

Once out, the wandering souls wandering under this immortal tomb will all find their home!"

Yan Jingchen's pupils narrowed.

He originally thought that he was cautious enough and could escape Mo Wendong's control by clearly seeing every step of Mo Wendong's intentions.

But in the end, he became a puppet in Mo Wendong's hands.

And the thread that controls him is his own caution!

"You must be wondering why a cautious person like me would take such a dangerous approach." Mo Wendong smiled slightly: "I have been cautious for most of my life, just to make a plan. And I made a plan just to enter the game. The moment has arrived.

When I enter the game, how can I care that I am a pawn?"

"Is your chess game not over yet?" Yan Jingchen's tone was trembling.

"The world is collapsing, but my mind is not dead. I will use my overwhelming inner strength to lock up all the innocent souls under the ground. Coupled with my immortal body, it is enough to bring a catastrophe to the world." Mo Wendong said in a deep voice: "

When the spring breeze passes through the Jade Gate and takes one last look at the peach garden in full bloom, I will borrow your evil spirit and detonate my own body together with the power of pure Yang."

"To see the suffering of all living beings, and the destruction of all living beings."

"You lunatic!" Yan Jingchen scolded.

Mo Wendong ignored it and looked at Mo Haochen again.

"In the Star-Zhaing Tower, your senior brother once asked me why I didn't dare to look directly into my heart." Mo Wendong murmured: "Because I also have a big chess game in my heart, and there are only ruins and corpses in the game.

A huge chess game involving mountains and seas of blood, a big chess game that even I am afraid to face!"

But Mo Haochen could no longer hear it, and his last bit of consciousness was fading away.

The deadline is approaching.

Yan Jingchen was breathing heavily. Even though he was in danger, he was surprisingly calm at the moment.

Just like the Lanmei Terrace at that time.

The evil is the most yin, the pure yang is the yang, the ultimate yin and the ultimate yang collide, and the fire caused by the friction between the two detonates the immortal body, and the power will be infinite. Yan Jingchen has no doubt that this world will

Encountered an unprecedented disaster!

The power of Zhiyin already exists, and it is Mu Huai who activates Qixie's sword skills.

But, this pure Yang power?

Mo Haochen? But the pure yang power in his body has been integrated with the unknown and strange power under the immortal tomb, and he is no longer pure yang.

Don't you ask yourself?

But he has never shown Chunyang's skills.

So, what will it be?

Suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and his eyes rested on Mo Haochen.

It stands to reason that Mo Wendong could have put Mo Haochen to death long ago to avoid unnecessary accidents, but why is Mo Haochen not dead yet?

Is it because of the love between father and son, where blood is thicker than water?

But they have all personally pushed their children into a situation where life would be worse than death.

Do you still care about his life or death?

etc.

How did you first call Mo Haochen?

The Taoist boy beside Murong Haoyue!

Yan Jingchen thought of this and suddenly raised his head: "No!"

But a thunder sword came through the air.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Mo Wendong smiled slightly and looked at the Taoist robe.

"Murong Haoyue."

Murong Haoyue was coming at a rapid speed with a thunder sword. Although the innate strangeness of Lingxing Jiutu had been obscured by the purple cloud dragon energy coming from the imperial city, Murong Haoyue had entered the immortal path after all, and was definitely not

Ordinary people can compare.

What's more, he also noticed Mo Haochen's increasingly faint aura.

Murong Haoyue stretched out a palm to support the thunder sword and moved forward. There was lightning on the sword.

"Murong! No!" Yan Jingchen shouted, trying to reach out to stop him.

After all, it was still a step too late.

The thunder sword was held by Mo Wendong in one hand.

Yan Jingchen's face turned ashen.

Murong Haoyue came from Wudang, a Taoist priest. Wudang martial arts all followed the path of Zhiyang, plus this thunder sword was forged from the Nine Heavenly Thunder.

The ultimate sun.

I'm afraid there is no better choice than this thunder sword.

Mo Wendong first used himself as bait to attract Mo Haochen, and then used Mo Haochen as bait to attract Murong Haoyue.

"Mo Wendong, what did you do to my junior brother!" Murong Haoyue said coldly.

"He brought this to his door himself." Mo Wendong sneered and introduced the thunder sword into his body: "The same goes for you."

"I came here to make you die!" Murong Haoyue urged the three thunder swords to leave the box again.

Mo Wendong stretched out his palm and said, "You can try."

Murong Haoyue raised his fingers, but the thunder sword did not move towards Mo Wendong.

Instead, it rose straight up and tore open the sky.

"Interesting." Mo Wendong squinted his eyes and looked at the starry sky gradually emerging from the purple clouds.

"But it's all in vain!" He sneered and knocked Murong Haoyue away. Then he turned around suddenly and looked at the brilliant sword light rushing towards him in the distance.

The sheath seals the Kunlun sword and locks Changbai's lonely cold.

Gongsun sword building has been passed down to Jiangmo for hundreds of years.

As well as the "Zhe" and "Chen" cast by the Sword Ancestor.

Over the years, it has been recorded in the top ten famous swords.

At this time, they come together.

Among them are the nine unique features of elegance that are constantly changing.

Ling Jianqiu moved forward with his sword: "Mo Wendong, stop it!"

"Stop? Then stop." Mo Wendong flashed.

When he came to Ling Jianqiu's side, he took all the sword light and raised his hand to strike down!

"How could he know the Sword Pulse Art?" Luo Feiyu was startled and hurriedly pulled Ling Jianqiu away. If he hadn't noticed it in time, Ling Jianqiu might have ended up with a broken arm.

Mo Wendong struck out with another palm and knocked everyone away.

"How could this happen?" Murong Haoyue, who had always been calm and composed, spoke with a trembling voice.

Yan Jingchen asked: "What's wrong?"

At this time, the starlight had completely fallen down and fell on Mo Wendong's silver clothes, glowing with silver luster. Sword energy, Yin energy, and thunder light were rotating around Mo Wendong, like a man from heaven descending to earth. He raised his head slightly,

That deep gaze looked down at everyone.
Chapter completed!