Blue and White Society

  Chapter 522 This is not fighting

  As more and more disciples lost their cultivation, the joint strike formation of the disciples of the Ascension Sect became weaker and weaker until it completely lost its effect.

  As soon as the formation dispersed, the scene immediately became chaotic, and many attacks contradicted themselves and canceled each other out.

   After all, there are so many people in a mess, once the formation of combing and guiding everyone to attack collapses, the attack together will have the opposite effect.

  Mo Poor didn't stop. Every time he appeared, he would take away the fruit of humanity and kick away the disciple who had become a mortal.

  Those disciples flew out of the battlefield, either falling into the back mountain room, or falling into a side hall somewhere.

   Not long after, more than forty members of the Yuhua Sect had lost their cultivation, and the remaining one hundred or so members could no longer pose a threat to Mo Poor.

   "This son is against the heavens... I am afraid that the master must come out." Seeing that the situation is not good, Yinjiao quickly threw a token and sank into the depths of the back mountain.

  At the same time, he also called for help to the monks of various sects who were watching from the sidelines.

   "This devil eats the fruit of human beings. It has become a trend, and it is ambitious. It intends to dominate the world of cultivating immortals. It is such a huge disaster, and all comrades are invited to get rid of the devil together!"

   "I have asked Master for help, and today is the time for this devil to die."

   After Yin Jiao finished speaking, many sects immediately responded.

  In terms of the values ​​​​of the immortal cultivators in this world, what the Lanbai Club is going to do has greatly hurt their dignity.

  Seeing Mo Qiongshen pass through people now, it can be said to be against the sky, and it immediately made everyone present feel a great sense of threat.

  Especially raising his hands to deprive Jin Jiao of his qualifications to cultivate immortality. Regardless of his purpose, this method alone is enough to cause great panic in the immortal cultivation world.

   There were quite a few monks who were already ready to make a move, but now seeing the defeat of the Yuhua Sect, Yin Jiao bluntly called for help, and immediately flew forward.

  Excluding Yujingshan and Yuhuazong, there are still ten immortal sects on the field.

  At least one gossip mirror came to each fairy gate, and some even came to the Sixiang Realm.

  In a short while, there were three Sixiang Realm, seven Bagua Realm masters, and Yuan Jing and Yuan Ying were innumerable.

   Mo Qiong was not afraid of this at all. He knew that other sects would also join in. It was useless to avoid fighting if the rules were to be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

   "Che Yun! Let's cast spells together!" Mo Poor and Che Yun have two minds, one mind, and two minds, and immediately used the four operations at the same time.

  Che Yun's two spells are to provide Mo Poor with flight and defense.

   Mo Poor himself, focused on rebounding and falling treasure.

   Logically speaking, a Four Elephant Realm would not be able to defeat so many enemies.

  Especially Mo Poor, everyone can see that Mo Poor's mana is rough and not subtle at all.

  But Mo Poor's execution ability can't be held back to a sufficient level, enough for absolute characteristics!

  Seeing wind, thunder, water, fire and many tyrannical energies raging on the field, countless jade stone pillars, cornices and high platforms were affected and shattered.

  But when he met Mo Poor, no matter how inevitable the blow was, he suddenly changed his master.

  Mo Qiong's mana has condensed into essence, facing the earth, wind, water and fire, just control it.

   With a sweep of his hand, the sharp sword energy spun and flew back.

   With a roll of air, the blazing white light rolled backwards.

  Gangfeng and Lightning, led by Mo Poor, flew in an orderly manner on the field, repaying each other with the same way.

  The Xuandong sect's attack was directed to the Quint sect, and the Quint sect's attack was directed to the Yuhua sect...

  Although the Ten Great Immortal Sects participated in the war and besieged Mo Poor alone, the result was that they fought with each other.

  Mo Qiong blocked from left to right, fiddled with him non-stop, spread his attacks, and made countless ripples, but none of the leaves touched his body.

  He didn't release a single attack, but it seemed like a thousand arrows were fired at once, and all kinds of spells around him attacked the monks in an orderly manner.

"Jianwen! Take back your sword energy quickly!" Yinjiao was crazily blocking a terrifying sword energy, but the sword energy was already very powerful, and added an unstoppable effect, which was quite infinitely penetrating. The impact of this blow will not disappear.

  Elder Jianwen of Xuandong Sect yelled: "My natal sword energy no longer listens to me!"

   After finishing speaking, he also forcibly endured a burst of real fire.

  Not only him, but all the monks who participated in the battle felt the despair of Jin Horn at this moment.

  Own attack became someone else's attack, and Mo Poor's single move in the siege was better than their thousands of moves.

  Can't dodge, can't block, and can't even dissolve.

  The combined efforts of more than a dozen of them are not as great as the trouble caused to Mo Poor by more than a hundred low-level monks! In turn, he was beaten into a mess.

   "Why is this happening? We can't even force him to teleport!" Silver Horn said in horror.

   On the contrary, Jianwen is quite clever, and he saw the doorway: "No! He is not afraid that our attacks will be strong, but that we will attack too much!"

   This is getting to the point, they are in the Four Elephant Realm, and Mo Qiong is also in the Four Elephant Realm. No matter how strong their attacks are, Mo Qiong will have no problem running away.

  So no matter how powerful it is, Mo Qiong is not afraid.

   On the contrary, the previous siege by a large group of low-level monks made Mo Poor afraid to play with all attacks like this.

  Even if Mo Poor is so powerful, his neural response ability is still limited. He can play with a dozen attacks at will, and there is nothing he can do about hundreds of thousands of attacks.

   "So that's it! Don't pile up the damage, increase the attack speed!"

  Everyone is almost forced out of containment thinking by Mo Qiong now, no matter why, no logical solution, just use it.

   Still investigating why as before, and in the end, there is no benefit other than driving myself crazy.

  I saw a change in the painting style, and a group of monks turned to bombard Mo Poor like magical machine guns.

   Use whatever spell has a large range, wide coverage, and high shooting frequency.

  For a moment, sword energy filled the sky, wind and thunder split, and flames rained.

  Unfortunately, Mo Poor is not really helpless about this. If he wins by numbers, of course Mo Poor cannot rebound one by one.

   But the corresponding power has dropped, and it is better for Mo Poor to fiddle with it, so that he only locks on one target in his mind, and then turns around without thinking, at least he can ignore the attack.

   Layers of gazing mana clinging to itself, it turned into a real giant's mighty outfit.

   Crazy spiraling, you can see the wind and sword energy, and when the fireball light bullet touches the high-speed rotating body protection vortex, it immediately disappears.

  Target, Earth Blue and White Society warehouse.

   "No...no..." Silver Horn anxiously wanted to gnaw his nails.

   None of the monks present had encountered such a difficult enemy.

   Mo Poor's spiraling stellar energy is like a bottomless pit, any attack will disappear completely.

   But fortunately, if you fight like this, at least everyone will not be backlashed by their own attacks.

   "It's okay, he can't bounce back, just hold on, my master is awake!" Yin Jiao was stunned as soon as he finished speaking.

  Because Mo Poor turned and flew towards them like a spiral whirlwind drill.

   "How can he still fly!"

  They didn't know that it was Che Yun who was in charge of Mo Poor's flight at the moment. When Mo Poor confiscated all the attacks, his mobility was not affected!

   "Boom!" An elder was caught off guard by the spinning Mo Poor, and immediately rolled towards Yinjiao.

   Jianwen narrowed his eyes, and noticed that the moment Mo Poor hit someone, the attack on him did not disappear, but flew towards Yinjiao along with the elder who was hit.

   "The moment he attacked someone, did the attack change from disappearing to rebounding? So this is not rebounding, but control and guidance. This person can change the trajectory of the enemy's attack by fiddle with it."

  Jianwen thought about it, but he thought about it, but he couldn't solve it. He could only dodge as hard as he could, not to be hit by Mo Poor.

  Because, all the people who were hit by Mo Poor inevitably flew towards Yinjiao.

   Slow, yet overwhelming!

   "Bang!" An elder bumped into Yinjiao's face, and the two slapped each other face to face.

  But Yinjiao rubbed his nose and said: "Keep attacking, don't let him free his hand, it doesn't matter if you hit him!"

   "You treat me as air..." Suddenly, Lord Gou appeared beside Yin Jiao.

   I saw Master Gou pressing a cigarette **** on Yin Jiao's face, and a hole was immediately dissolved.

  The cigarette in his hand had already been refined into a magic weapon, and when he pressed it, Yinjiao's inner armor quickly melted away.

  The inner armor, which was already dilapidated, soon collapsed completely.

"Forgot, there's also a Sixiang Realm!" Yinjiao was shocked, even the weakest Sixiang Realm was stronger than him, not to mention Master Gou was extremely strong in close combat, and at the moment when he was already deceiving himself, a series of sets The blow, like a violent storm, hammered him so hard that he couldn't even handle it.

   In just a moment, he lost all his teeth, broke dozens of bones, and fell to the ground almost paralyzed, dizzy.

   "This guy...how can he fight with his fists!"

  Yinjiao's teeth were leaking, and it felt like he couldn't even move a finger.

   "Hey... Mo Poor, throw everyone here!" Gou Ye said, using his power to restrain Yin Jiao, and carried him to the sky.

   At the same time, Yinjiao also saw a large group of people running towards him, all monks who had been swept away by Mo Qiong.

   Some flew upside down in mid-air, some rolled directly in the air, and some rushed towards him with their heads facing him.

   No matter what the posture, these people are obviously involuntary!

   "Don't come here!" Silver Horn struggled in Master Gou's hand.

  But all the monks who were hit seemed to be transformed into human missiles, tracking him down.

   The speed is not fast, but it just can't stop.

   "I can't control myself!" A monk in the Sixiang Realm panicked. He experienced this feeling of forced flight for himself, and he was almost crazy.

   "Heavy weight drop!" Someone used magic to fall himself down, but it was useless at all, the speed did not decrease at all, but it seemed even more powerful!

   "Earth escape! What! That wind escape! Wind... hateful! Escape! Escape... can't escape!" Some people wanted to use Escape to escape from the **** of strength on their bodies, but they couldn't escape after evading for a long time, and they were still rolling in mid-air.

   "Wind point, suck!" Another person used magic to control a gravitational force and sucked the mountain gate.

   But it was useless. Not only did he not stop, but he tore down the towering mountain gate.

   There are even people who hold flying swords and insert them into the ground, trying to use frictional resistance. But in the end, it was just plowing the ground for Yu Huazong, and his body rubbed against the gold and stone floor frantically, dragging out a gully, and he couldn't stop dying.

   Soon, the disciples who were hiding in the distance saw their masters and elders floating in various embarrassments in the sky, or dragging on the ground in embarrassment.

   The speed is not fast, but it is more tormented.

   And everyone's flying target is Silver Horn!

  Yinjiao went to the world, chasing a large group of people behind him, forming a string like running a train.

  He went up to the sky, and this group of people followed him to the sky; when he went down to the ground, these people followed him, chasing after him.

   And their locomotive is the silver horn in the hands of Lord Gou. As long as they don't catch up with the target, they will always be in this state of slow exile.

  It seems that there is an invisible rope connecting them all.

   And the end of the thread is in the hands of Lord Gou, and he is running around with it...

  All the way, bumping into mountains, bumping into pillars.

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   p.s: Sorry, there is another chapter to wait for 20 minutes.

  (end of this chapter)