Doomed, the whole sect begged me to come out of the mountain

How can you be so generous and spend so much money!

The disciples of Zhenwu Sect were all shocked.

Why does it feel like the Holy Son is more like a sick man who seeks medical attention?

He is willing to pay any price to let Mo Yu stay!
Mo Yu's cold eyes swept over him, his expression cold, "Your Zhenwu Sect is really magnificent."

Wei Wenjing almost said in a pleading tone: "Miss Mo, even if you want my life, I am willing to give it to you. Isn't this sincerity enough?"

"I just hope you can tell me about the strong man's notebook."

Their holy son is actually willing to sacrifice his life?

Just for that what-the-note?
Seeing Wei Wenjing almost falling into a demonic barrier, the Zhenwu Sect disciple on the side quickly said, "Lord Saint, maybe this woman is talking nonsense. You must not believe her words."

"Yes, Lord Holy Son, this matter should be left to the Sect Leader to decide. Don't do this..."

It's like a licking dog, and it's a disgrace to the sect's reputation.

The other two guardians also said: "Holy Son, if this woman wants to leave, we will help you stay. Why do you need to be so humble?"

"Holy Son, we take action and force her to stay!"

Several people were holding weapons and were about to take action.

Wei Wenjing's face became increasingly ugly.

"Shut up all of you!"

Finally, he roared out.

And this sound was like a loud noise coming from the depths of everyone's consciousness.

Rumble!
It exploded directly.

Some disciples with low cultivation level were already bleeding from all their orifices, rolling on the spot with their heads covered, and almost falling into the clouds.

Others were also in great pain, covering their heads with expressions of almost unbearable pain.

Even the two powerful protectors groaned, with blood spilling from their ears.

This is a strong oppression from mental power. Even if the cultivation level is stronger and the mental power is not cultivated to a certain level, it cannot stop such an attack.

Finally, the world is quiet.Wei Wenjing took a deep breath and regained the mental energy that almost went berserk just now.

He turned to look at Mo Yu, and his heart suddenly trembled.

Mo Yu still stood on the Soul-Eating Sword intact.

In fact, his mental attack just now had no impact on her at all.

How could this be?
Only those with stronger mental strength than him could do it...

Could it be that Mo Yu has reached such a state?
how can that be!

He has been practicing on the ninth floor of Chance Building since the moment he was born.

There is the most unique cultivation environment there. Coupled with his pure physique and the "Invincible Magic Skill" he cultivates, his cultivation speed is extremely fast. In the cultivation of spiritual power, he can even reach the level of transcending tribulation. or degree.

But in front of this Mo Yu, it was ineffective!
How could she, a disciple from the sect who had just been promoted from the fifth level, practice faster than him!

This is not scientific!
Mo Yu put his hands behind his back and his clothes made a rustling sound.

Her expression was so indifferent, as if nothing in the world had ever entered her eyes.

Her back was straight, and her beautiful face was looming in the white clouds, as if she would become an immortal at any time.

Wei Wenjing's pupils suddenly dilated, as if he had seen a beautiful sight he had never seen before in his life.

"Can you please not go... I have many things I want to ask you, and I feel that you know the answer..."

practice...

heaven...

He touched some rules, but hit a bottleneck.

He tried his best to break out of the shackles of such rules, but he couldn't do it no matter what.

He really needs help.

And Mo Yu in front of him was probably his last life-saving straw.