Chapter 130: Time flies

"The leader...the leader has fallen!"

"Why, how is it possible! The leader is a half-step Yin Shen, how could he die like this? This must be an illusion, it must be an illusion!"

"Don't be stupid, the other party has come out, and the result has obviously been determined... We are finished."

The death of Mo Qingzi was a devastating blow to the disciples of Mo Yuanzong. The reason why they could hold on before was because they held Mo Qingzi to divide the battlefield, then quickly dealt with Ying Wuwei, and finally took control of the situation.

But now Mo Qingzi's head has undoubtedly shattered their last hope.

In an instant, all the disciples of Mo Yuanzong were defeated like a mountain.

……

"So fast?" Yin Yuhua looked at her husband beside her with some doubts in her concern, "This old man is also a half-step Yin God, and his strength is very impressive. How did you do it?"

Ying Wuwei's face was a little pale, and the evil energy all over his body fluctuated strongly, and he was obviously affected a lot.

He first calmed down the evil spirit that was showing signs of riot, and then said in a deep voice: "I was worried that something might happen if I dragged it on, so I used that secret method to make a quick decision."

"That secret technique!" Yin Yuhua raised her eyebrows slightly, "Don't take action now. They probably don't have the ability to resist. Just hold the line next to them."

"Okay." Ying Wuwei nodded, looked at his charming wife, and said, "You should be careful, the elders of Mo Yuanzong also have many tricks. Now we are sure of winning, in case we are bitten back at the last moment. One bite is bad.”

"Don't worry." Yin Yuhua's slender jade fingers brushed Ying Wuwei's cheek, and then rushed down with a group of Bloodthirsty Sect disciples.

After looking at his wife with concern, Ying Wuwei let out a breath, and then swallowed a pill into his throat.

His condition is not as good as it seems...

In order to quickly deal with Mo Qingzi, he activated an extremely dangerous spell, using the evil energy all over his body to increase his strength.

As long as Mo Qingzi can hold on for a little longer, the situation will be greatly reversed...

If the evil spirit had not fluctuated seriously at this moment, he would not have let his wife rush forward... He and Yin Yuhua were not the kind of superficial Taoist lovers who thought about each other and stabbed each other in the back. Instead, they did have deep feelings. If not In this way, they cannot practice the magic of two people attacking together.

……

The fat elder took a deep breath, and there was no longer any luster in his eyes.

He knew that there was no chance for a comeback this time, and the other party would never let go of high-level sect leaders like them.

He is destined to perish here.

The only thing that can be done now is to minimize other losses and preserve the fire to the greatest extent. Only in this way, Mo Yuanzong may have a chance to rise again hundreds of years later.

"There is no other way. We can only use that one move." The fat elder looked at the other four elders behind him and said in amusement: "There are just five of us, so we can still use that one move."

The other four elders immediately understood what he meant.

"Do we really want to use it? Once we use it, we really have no chance."

"Why don't we wait a little longer? We have just sent a request for help to the Shangqing Sect. They should be here soon."

"What the hell, if you drag it on any longer, these disciples will be dead." The fat monk yelled: "I still don't understand, we old bones can't be let go. If we really fall into the hands of those demon cultivators, we might Even death would be a luxury, so why not take advantage of the last chance to protect these disciples?"

After that, he looked at the other four people and said in a deep voice: "Take it out, this is the best choice."

The other four elders sighed, but no one delayed. They all took out mirrors, and then blood started to flow from their fingertips. Using blood as ink, they wrote the four words "fight", "turn", "star" and "shift" respectively.

The moment they finished writing the four words, their breath suddenly shrank, and they looked like an old man in his twilight, lifeless.

The mirror they used to practice "Mirror Flowers, Water Moon" also shattered instantly and fell to the ground piece by piece.

The fat monk's eyes were sore and he felt extremely unwilling, but he did not hesitate. With a wave of his right palm, four big characters flew towards him.

"Things have changed." He shouted angrily.

In an instant, a huge Tai Chi appeared under his feet. While the Tai Chi slowly rotated, an extremely powerful spiritual power erupted.

Those demon cultivators, and even Yin Yuhua, who was already at the peak of the Zi Mansion, were also forced to retreat.

As for those disciples who had practiced Mo Yuanzong's Kung Fu, instead of feeling any pressure at this moment, they felt a warmth surge through their bodies, slowly recovering from their injuries.

"Live well."

The fat elder took one last look at the young disciples and clapped his hands together.

In an instant, a black and white light pillar shot into the sky.

It wasn't until five breaths later that the light pillar slowly dissipated, and at this time there were only five of them left on the spirit boat.

Whether it was the fat elder or the other four, they all seemed to have reached the end of their lives, kneeling on the ground with white hair and dying breaths.

"Is it worth it?" Ying Wuwei was the first to react and sneered: "If you had just escaped directly, you might have had a chance of survival, but you gave up this chance of survival to those disciples and completely gave up on yourself."

"It's worth it, it's so damn worth it." The fat elder wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, held on to the railing of the spirit boat, and stood up with force. Looking at Ying Wuwei and Yin Yuhua, who were aloof, they said nothing. Say more.

He took one last look at the other four elders, and all five of them nodded in unison.

The next moment, their aura surged, and then they exploded.

"bomb"

There was a violent explosion, and the power of the explosion directly blew the demon cultivators closest to the spirit boat into a pulp. Basically, the disciples slightly behind were also injured to a certain extent.

There is a strong smell of blood in the air...

They blew themselves up.

The five elders all knew that they had no chance of survival, so at the last moment, they chose to die in the most heroic way.

Their sacrifice was not entirely in vain.

Among the more than thirty demon cultivators, nearly ten died directly, five were seriously injured, and two-thirds of the remaining fifteen were more or less injured.

"What a courage." Ying Wuwei looked gloomy and said through gritted teeth.

He completed the task, but not so well. Not only did he not capture anyone alive, but almost all of his disciples were injured.

"Run, can you run away?" He sneered, looking at the dozen or so disciples who were injured, but their movements were not affected, and said coldly: "Look for me, even if you dig three feet into the ground, you have to give it to me Catch those disciples and kill them if you can’t catch them.”

(End of this chapter)

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