After being reborn, she became a pet junior sister in the world of cultivating immortals

Yun Lan didn't delay, she passed Jai Zi and headed directly towards Chu Changsheng.

Before he could get close, he was thrown back by a burst of energy.

Seeing Yun Lan falling not far away, Lu Wuya was just puzzled.

Yun Lan stood there, looking towards Chu Changsheng and Mozun.

The clouds in the sky were moving, and there was a strong wind.

A smile appeared on Han Zhao's face, and Tao Yanzhi looked up, his temples throbbing.

"It's about to start." Han Zhao said softly.

The two heads and Pei Nanxun also looked towards the place where the turmoil happened.

It was the place where Chu Changsheng and Mozun fought.

Chu Changsheng also noticed something was wrong, he stepped back and took a deep breath.

Mozun said with a smile: "Do you feel something is wrong now?"

The sword in Mozun's hand exuded a scarlet aura, which was different from before.

"It's not in vain that I've been nourished with blood essence for so many years, but it really didn't disappoint me." Mozun chuckled, stroking the blade of the sword with his fingers.

The Immortal Killer and the Demon Race remained silent and stood there quietly, and the monk did not move either.

Xue Jiaojiao looked over there, and could only vaguely see the outline.

This incident did not happen in the memory of her previous life, so she did not know what the ending would be.

Tao Yanzhi kept struggling inside the magic clock, trying to get out from here.

Han Zhao looked at him with a smile, "I said before, I will let you watch the world of cultivating immortals lose little by little."

Tao Yanzhi was close, so he naturally saw something weird about Mozun's sword.

"Bastard!" Tao Yanzhi thumped the clock heavily.

Pei Nanxun heard the voice and saw Tao Yanzhi's angry expression.

Lu Wuya didn't care about those dragons anymore, and hurried to Yunlan's side.

"What's that? What happened to that sword?"

Yun Lan clenched her hands, "I don't know, but we can't go there now."

He just wanted to get close, but he was thrown back directly, he was like this, let alone others.

Before Lu Wuya could say anything more, he saw Mozun waving his sword towards Chu Changsheng.

Chu Changsheng received it head-on, but Lu Wuya could tell that it was very difficult to receive the sword.

Han Zhao yelled over there, and the morale of the Immortal Killer and the Demon Race soared.

The monk looked disheartened, and the elders hurriedly stabilized the morale of the army.

Mozun's move directly reversed the situation on both sides.

With the blessing of that sword, Mozun's strength has risen to another level.

He looked at Chu Changsheng, shook his head helplessly and said, "I told you when I went to Wuling Mountain to look for you, you are old."

Chu Changsheng had a lot of gray hair on his temples, and his face did look much older.

"I also said that you are a little one-sided in judging merits based on age." Chu Changsheng swung the sword back.

Mozun remained motionless, "Chu Changsheng, you are no longer my opponent."

Chu Changsheng didn't reply, his eyes flickered, if Mozun said that before, he would definitely laugh at it, but now it's different.

That sword was indeed weird, and he couldn't see it. If he put all his efforts into it, he might be able to die with him.

Thinking of this, Chu Changsheng became more determined.

The scarlet aura was mixed with pitch black, and the devilish energy wandered around Chu Changsheng wantonly.

Chu Changsheng looked coldly, and glanced at the monks behind him.

They are all looking at him, so the demon king must not be alive.

The battlefield with only the two of them is also good, so that no one else can break in.

Chu Changsheng believed that they would be able to deal with the remaining immortal killers and demons.