Journey to the West: Asking the Heavens

Chapter 138 The Covenant
"Ghost King, do you appreciate my talent?"

Mo Yuan looked at the middle-aged scribe in the black robe in front of him, and said loudly: "You are obviously afraid of my morality, you are afraid, you are afraid of the nine-day magic weapon in my hand!"

The dragon-slaying sword buzzed and trembled, and the green light was extremely dazzling. Mo Yuan held the divine sword, pointed at the three giants of the demonic way, and said: "You three are not asking me to be the leader of the demon sect at all. Use the strategy of slowing down the troops to separate me from the Qingyun sect without any effort, so that you can wipe out the Qingyun sect first!"

Speaking of this, Mo Yuan sneered, and said: "As for me, I'm afraid what you are thinking in your heart is that when Qingyunmen is gone, no matter how high I am, I will not be able to make any waves. Do you think I can't see through this little trick?"

The faces of the three Demon Sect Masters on the opposite side changed again when they heard the words, as if they didn't expect Mo Yuan to see through this section.

This is indeed the case. If it is said that the ghost king's previous recruitments, he still cherished his talent and hoped that Mo Yuan could take over his mantle and unify the Demon Cult, but this time the recruitment was purely out of good intentions.

Just imagine that each of the four major sects is ambitious and wants to annex the other and unify the Demon Cult. How can they tolerate a traitor from the Qingyun sect standing on top of them and dictating their actions?
As Mo Yuan said, what the ghost king wants is to send Mo Yuan away so that Qingyun can be destroyed first. After all, Qingyun sect is from Daoxuan. There is no one else.

The murderous intent flashed on the face of the Poison God, and he said: "My boy, I let you see it, but since you don't want to be the master of my holy religion, then go die!"

He took out a half-foot-long knife and a small jade bottle from his pocket, pulled off the stopper, and wanted to pour something out.

The ghost king and Mrs. Sanmiao, who were by his side, saw that the poisonous god seemed about to make a move, and retreated to both sides in a panic.

Wan Dumen is an expert in using poison, and the old poison god is a great drug lord who has lived for hundreds of years. He is unmatched in the world when it comes to using poison. How can he be kidding?
At this moment, Mo Yuan suddenly said: "Poison God, wait a moment, I still have something to say to you!"

Poison God froze in mid-air, he looked at the young man in front of him with some puzzlement and said, "Have you changed your mind? But it's too late now, since the old man said he wanted to kill you, he will definitely kill you!"

"I'm not changing my mind, but I have a proposal!"

The three demon sect masters in front of Mo Yuan said: "Why should we let the disciples below be beaten to death? Why don't we make a bet that I will fight the three of you alone. If you lose, immediately take these demons down the mountain , if you win, I will immediately let go, regardless of the destruction of the Qingyun sect, will you dare to accept it?"

One person fights against three people, and they are still fighting against the top three masters of the Devil's Cult. Even though they have seen that peerless sword light just now, all the members of the Qingyun Sect can't help but sweat for Mo Yuan.

If it was said that Mo Yuan's refusal to be the leader of the Demon Cult just now was an insult to the Demon Cult, but the current invitation to fight did not pay attention to the four major factions of the Demon Cult at all.

Poison God, Ghost King, Mrs. San Miao, which of them is not possessed of peerless Taoism, and which one does not have the most mysterious Taoism in the world? gas?

Mrs. Sanmiao's face was flushed with anger, she glared at Mo Yuan and said: "Boy, you are so arrogant!"

"The tone is not loud, but Mrs. San Miao, I'm afraid you can't stop Mo Mou's sword!" Mo Yuan said with a sarcasm on his face.

"You...!" Mrs. Sanmiao is also the majestic master of a sect, how can she bear this kind of anger, but seeing the white light flashing in her hand, she couldn't bear to strike.

At this moment, the ghost king suddenly stopped and said: "Madam, don't worry, don't follow this kid's way!"

Mrs. Sanmiao looked at the ghost king with some puzzlement, and the ghost king explained: "This kid has a high level of morality, and he is not inferior to Daoxuan. If they are defeated by him one by one, I'm afraid they will return without success this time!"

Thinking of the shocking sword light just now, Mrs. Sanmiao's anger suddenly vanished. She dare not say that she is definitely better than that Yuyangzi.

pity pity...

Seeing Mrs. San Miao being stopped by the ghost king, Mo Yuan shook his head secretly. He really had the intention of defeating each other. Got into a hard fight.

If San Miao made a move just now, it is guaranteed that he would immediately slay ghosts and gods, and then kill a big enemy, then the situation today is different.

"Junior, you are so crazy, I will fulfill you today, if I don't kill you on the spot today, from now on, I will no longer care about the two ways of righteousness and evil, resign from the position of the suzerain of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, and retire to live in seclusion !” Poison God looked at Mo Yuandao with gloomy eyes.

The Ghost King said: "Since Brother Poison God agrees, then I shall accompany you!"

Mrs. San Miao said with a murderous look: "Boy, I must let you experience the feeling that life is worse than death later!"

The three major suzerains had no choice but to agree to this bet. After all, under the watchful eyes of everyone, disciples of Qingyun want to fight three with one. Turned into nothingness, the majestic demon sect suzerain was afraid of a junior, even if victory in this battle can destroy Qingyun, but after returning, even the suzerain might not be able to secure his position.

"Okay, it's good if you agree, let the horse come over!" Mo Yuan held out the dragon-slaying sword with an extremely solemn expression.

"Go to hell!"

Mrs. Sanmiao was the first to strike. She made a soft white silk, which was hard to see, and danced delicately, as if weaving an invisible net, and headed towards Mo Yuangai!
This is the lingering silk made by the disciples of the Hehuan Sect after the loss of the Acacia Golden Bell. It is made of ten thousand years of ice silk and the sinews of the southern border evil jiao. and invisible.

Seeing that the invisible net was coming in a bad way, Mo Yuan swung the dragon-slaying sword in his hand, and immediately the two swords fell towards the white silk net. Layers of obstacles, using softness to overcome rigidity, was not damaged at all, and was still under the cover of Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan snarled, and the dragon-slaying sword in his hand immediately became radiant, and the endless blue light illuminated the sky, and then suddenly retracted. This time, it was a huge sword light about Zhang Xu long, with a sharp sword intent, and it had not been cut yet. It has already chilled the hearts of all the monks on Tongtian Peak!
Mrs. San Miao felt a little bad, and immediately shouted: "Ghost King, Poison God, you still don't make a move?!"

call out!
The sword light pierces through the air, and the sword wind howls, directly grabbing the invisible silk net, and breaking the rigidity with softness, that is not rigid enough!
With Mo Yuan's Taoism and the supreme divine power of the Dragon Slaying Sword, how can Mrs. Sanmiao be able to resist it?
But how could the other two masters of the demonic way helplessly watch Mrs. Sanmiao lose?

The Poison God waved his hand, and the half-foot-long knife in his hand immediately faced the blue sword light. As the formula in his hand changed, the knife burst into a palpitating power, and the speed suddenly increased. As if changing form and changing shadows, the latter came first, and intercepted directly in front of the blue sword light.

boom!
The sword light struck the small knife, and the two mighty mana collided, and the aftermath of the spreading mana immediately created an endless gust of wind on Tongtian Peak. Even if the small knife flew upside down, the knife was cut off. A crack comes.

However, being blocked like this, the thick sword light only had less than [-]% to [-]% of its power left, and it slashed on the invisible silk net, but failed to cause damage.

The giant net made of lingering silk is getting closer, Mo Yuan frowned, and stepped back a few feet in the air, holding the magic formula with his right hand, and his right wrist with his left hand, as if holding a thousand weights, like imitating wild grass, fingers in the air There was a piercing scream, and in the blink of an eye, a Tai Chi diagram was drawn in front of him.

"go with!"

Mo Yuan pushed with one palm of his left hand, and the Taiji diagram immediately faced the giant net. The cyan light flashed again and again, but it rose in the wind. Endlessly, the power contained in it must not be underestimated.

Buzz!

The giant net of lingering silk fell on the huge cyan Taiji diagram, but the blue light flickered, and it failed to break through the Taiji diagram at all.

A look of anger appeared on Fairy Sanmiao's pretty face, and her spells changed continuously, and the lingering silk immediately whipped the Tai Chi diagram one by one, but it had no effect except splashing a little blue brilliance.

After all, Mo Yuan is the Taoist of the second level of the Taiqing Realm, and Fairy Sanmiao is at most equivalent to the peak of the ninth level of the Supreme Purity Realm. With her own strength alone, she can't do anything about this level of Taiji Diagram, even if she holds the lingering Silk is the treasure of the Hehuan Sect.

However, she is not fighting alone.

"Mo Yuan, eat me a Xuanyin Ghost Claw!"

But I saw the ghost king holding a small black banner, from which the endless evil ghost energy escaped, condensing billowing black clouds that covered the sky, filled the sky with stars and moons, and were immediately blocked, and the seven peaks of Qingyun Mountain were plunged into darkness middle.

And in this darkness, there was a faint shrill howling sound, which seemed to be the howling of a ghost, and then the brilliance of the magic weapon of the battle in the sky, everyone could see clearly, a figure about [-] feet tall loomed in the ghost cloud.

With the shaking of the small flag in the ghost king's hand, a ferocious and terrifying pitch-black giant claw silently grabbed Mo Yuan.

"Heavenly Demon Banner!"

Looking at the little flag that was as black as black jade, Tian Buyi spit out these three words with a serious face, and his eyes were full of worry when he looked at his apprentice.

But Suru who was beside him trembled a little when he heard the name, and just said: "Yuan'er Ji has his own aura, we can only trust him."

The Heavenly Demon Banner is a treasure handed down from generation to generation by the Demon Sect. In several battles between righteousness and demons, the amazing power was exerted in the hands of extremely powerful giants of the Demonic Dao. Injured and killed many Qingyun disciples, Tian Buyi also suffered a great loss from him, and now he is in the hands of Ghost King Zong.

Mo Yuan used one against three, although he blocked Mrs. Sanmiao's attack, he never let go of the other two's movements. The movement of the ghost king holding the demon banner to cast spells was quite loud, so of course he couldn't hide it from him.

Seeing the ferocity of the giant black claw, Mo Yuan's face was serious, and he threw the dragon-slaying sword in his right palm into the air, and pinched the sword formula with his right hand. One side of heaven and earth.

"cut!"

Mo Yuan snarled, pointed his right hand like a sword, and slashed away, and the endless green light that shone through the sky immediately gathered on the sword.

Roar!
With an earth-shattering roar, the Dragon Slaying Sword suddenly transformed into a huge blue dragon with a length of one hundred feet and soared into the sky. The mighty sword intent contained in that hundred-foot-long blue dragon instantly tore to pieces the billowing black clouds in the sky.

With the moonlight in the sky and the brilliance of the huge black dragon, the spectators could see clearly that what the ghost king is manipulating with the demon banner is a huge ghost with a height of one hundred feet, with a dark body, a ferocious face, and a terrifying arrogance!

The blue blue dragon and the terrifying ghost fought back and forth in the air, and the sound of dragon chant and ghost howl filled the sky, which was extremely ear-piercing.

Mo Yuan supported the giant Tai Chi diagram with his left palm, blocking the lingering threads of Fairy San Miao, and cast the Canglong Sword Jue with his right hand, fighting with the giant ghost manipulated by the ghost king and the demon banner. Gaining some advantages, if the battle continues, he will definitely win!

However, the Devil's Cult still has an old poison god who lived the longest and is watching over him!

But seeing the wrinkled old man suddenly smiled, he actually had a kind and kind temperament, but the words he said were not so pleasant, but he said: "Young man, your morality is really profound, With one against two, there is still a chance of victory, I am afraid that old Daoxuan from your sect may not be able to beat you, but do you still have the strength to deal with this bottle of poison in the old man's hand?"

The jade bottle in his hand fell, and countless faint blue powder flew out. With a flick of his sleeve, the poison flew to the winding silk controlled by Mrs. Sanmiao.

The white invisible giant net formed by twining silk was coated with a layer of weird blue in a blink of an eye, and it looked extremely alluring under the moonlight.

Following Mrs. Sanmiao's gesture, the faint blue lingering silk lashed fiercely on the huge Xuanqing Taiji diagram again, still splashing ripples from the starting point, and never breaking through the Taiji diagram.

However, everyone can see that the Tai Chi Diagram has already been contaminated with that faint blue poison, and that weird blue color is still spreading on the Tai Chi Diagram, like a living thing.

This is indeed a living thing, and the masters of righteousness and demons with profound Taoism can see it clearly, and what is attached to the Xuanqing Taiji diagram are clearly tiny blue bugs that are difficult to detect with the naked eye.

And Mo Yuan felt it more clearly, not only was a poison spreading towards his body along with mana, but those tiny bugs also opened their mouthful of fangs, gnawing on the Xuanqing Tai Chi diagram. mana.

"What kind of poison is this?" Mo Yuan asked with a bad face.

The Poison God smiled triumphantly, and said: "This is called You Sha Poison Gu. I used the Golden Silkworm Gu to put it in a harsh miasma environment where thousands of evil spirits are harmonized. With several types of poisons that have been passed down for hundreds of years by my Wandu Sect It took more than a hundred years to cultivate it as fodder, junior, if you die under this poisonous gu, it is not in vain!"

No wonder the Poison God is proud, at this moment, Mo Yuan has no energy left to deal with the poisonous Gu, after all, the Ghost King and Fairy Sanmiao are not idle people, entangled him to death.

Everyone could clearly see that the giant Taiji diagram was crumbling and was about to fail. All the disciples of Qingyun Sect were worried about Mo Yuan in their hearts. This talented and monstrous disciple was about to perish here today. ?
Does Mo Yuan really have no backup?

Roar!
An earth-shaking roar suddenly exploded on the Qingyun Seven Peaks, and at this critical moment, a thick water column suddenly rushed up from the pool beside the square, and in that water column was a scaled animal A ferocious giant beast with a dragon's head and a lion's body, giant eyes and a big mouth, who else is it if it's not a water unicorn?
But everyone's focus is not on the water unicorn, but on a blue light that soars into the sky. In that blue light, there is a pale black-haired old man with a radiant glow. The aura that came out was not much worse than that of Mo Yuan in the sky.

Seeing the old Taoist step on the unicorn, the Poison God yelled with an ugly face: "Old Daoxuan, are you going to disobey the agreement?!"

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