Rebirth of the City Immortal

Chapter 1343 Goodbye Yamo
In the main world, on the bare earth hills, the various formations set up by the various sects shone with the aura of colorful colored glaze. At the exit of the 'Shengmen', Mo Changsheng sat quietly with his eyes closed, his face like still water.

Suddenly, Mo Changsheng opened his eyes, and his eyes flickered, pointing directly at the node where the space portal of Mozong's small world was located.

"Attention, there is movement!"

Before the words fell, a sudden change occurred in midair.

I saw a gray vortex suddenly appearing in the air. In the center of the vortex, immeasurable magic energy rushed out. At the same time, a terrifying will of the devil swept out with a creepy and terrifying artistic conception. With the vortex as the center, the crazily Sweep away.

In an instant, all the formations set up by the major sects were triggered, and dozens of formation masks were condensed almost at the same time, firmly resisting this terrible impact.

However, this wave of shock was a desperate blow from the ancestor of the Demon Sect, who was desperately trying to destroy his soul and soul, and did not hesitate to explode the treasure of the Demon Sect. How can it be resisted by a mere formation of level four or even below level four.

In just an instant, [-]% of the dozens of formations painstakingly laid out by the various sects collapsed, leaving only a few large formations barely reaching level five to support them.

Beside Mo Changsheng, Shangguan Wan'er's complexion changed wildly and she joined the joint formation formed by members of various sects, and then activated the formation without saying a word, gathering the strength of everyone, and finally blocked this terrible blow.

Even if the blow was blocked, half of the large formation formed by the coalition forces of the sects was destroyed. Almost all the Golden Core monks who formed the formation lost their strength. The projections are also quite illusory. If it weren't for the help of a large formation, I'm afraid their ending would not be too good.

"Too strong! What on earth is this?!"

The Nascent Soul projectionists looked at the vortex in the mid-air in shock, their faces were full of tension-if it happened again, they would not be able to stop it.

Just when everyone was full of apprehension, the vortex in the midair moved again.

A dozen or so figures were seen coming out of the vortex wrapped in a mass of dark devilish energy, but due to the cover of the devilish energy, the specific identities of these people could not be seen.

"Someone! It's the remnants of the Demon Sect!"

"No, don't let them run away!"

Exclamations sounded one after another from the Zongmen coalition forces, and then, a few Nascent Soul projections who still had enough strength rushed up boldly, but just halfway through the rush, these guys panicked and rushed towards the big formation behind them. retreat.

The demonic energy surrounding the group of people suddenly evolved a second wave of shock, which quickly and loudly shocked the cultivators of the various sects. At the same time, the figures in the demonic energy turned into dozens of black streamers and scattered out. .

Down below, Mo Changsheng, who was calmly and quietly staying in place, suddenly disappeared there. Then, a small silver sword the size of a palm suddenly appeared in the air, splitting into more than a dozen sword shadows. At a speed far beyond ordinary people's imagination, they shot at the fleeing Demon Sect members separately.

The speed of the sword shadows was too fast, almost in the blink of an eye, they passed through the dozens of lasing black streamers, and at this time, the second wave of shock transformed by the magic energy had not even reached the first wave. A large formation.

Shangguan Wan'er and the others naturally saw all this in their eyes.

Of course they were very happy that the remnants of the Demon Sect did not run away, but they were terrified that the second wave of impact was about to arrive.

The first wave of impact left a deep impression on them. They really didn't have the confidence to resist such a powerful force.

However, their eyes widened with excitement very quickly, and many people even cried out in surprise, because an extremely reliable figure appeared in front of them.

"Zhu Rong's Secret Fist* Fist is overwhelming the world!"

Mo Changsheng let out a soft drink, and didn't use a sliver of the Heavenly Cracking Sword Essence, but only used Zhu Rong's real power and his physique comparable to a fifth-level ancient alien monster, and slammed his fist hard.

A phantom of an ancient demon god suddenly appeared on Mo Changsheng's body, making him seem like an ancient demon god reappearing in the world.

There are no words to describe this punch.

The monks who witnessed this punch with their own eyes only felt that their world was filled with this punch. At this moment, they felt that no matter what Taoism, secret technique, or magic weapon or supernatural power, it would be impossible to block this punch. , even if there is a mountain, a city, or even a world in front of him, it will be shattered and destroyed by this punch!
This punch can collapse mountains, destroy cities, and destroy the world!
In Shangguan Wan'er's eyes, the irresistible shock wave didn't persist even for a moment, and it began to collapse the first moment it came into contact with the fist wind, and then it was directly blasted into nothingness by the fist.

step~step~step~
There was silence between heaven and earth, only the sound of rhythmic footsteps echoed in the air.

All the cultivators present stared dumbfounded at the slow-moving figure in front of them, not even daring to take a breath, fearing that they would disturb that terrifying existence that looked like a god and a demon.

Call ~
After a long time, Shangguan Wan'er, who was most familiar with Mo Changsheng, took a breath, and then the others woke up like a dream, breathing in the air with big gulps.

This one is on their side!

The cultivators finally thought of this, and they were all extremely excited. Looking at Mo Changsheng's back, they felt extremely at ease.

With this person around, even if the Xuanjiao Demon Tribulation descends, they should still have hope of winning, right?
Mo Changsheng didn't know how much shock Shangguan Wan'er and the others had received from his punch to verify his strength in body training. In fact, the punch just now was still not his full strength, and it was still far behind.

This punch didn't prove his real strength in body training, but that's all he could do now. After all, if he used more strength, the punishment from heaven would really come down.

"However, this time it's really hard to find anywhere, and it doesn't take much effort!" Mo Changsheng walked up to a half-human, half-devil figure and stopped, looking at him coldly.

"We meet again, Elder Yamo!"

The figure on the ground was the Ya Demon who had escaped from Mo Changsheng's hands back then!

"It's you again!" Elder Yamo slumped on the ground, looking at Mo Changsheng with incomparable resentment, wishing he could swallow him alive.

If it weren't for Mo Changsheng, he should have escaped by now, but now, the opportunity created by the elders of Mozong desperately created for them, but it was ruined in Mo Changsheng's hands.

"Why, you hate me?" Mo Changsheng looked at Ya Mo with a calm expression, and said lightly, "I think you should know what I want to know, if you have nothing to say to me."

"I know where Jue Wuyang is!" Before Mo Changsheng could finish speaking, Elder Ya Mo said bitterly: "Besides, I also know where Jiang Qing'er is!"

(End of this chapter)