Chapter 994 Mo Zong Is Destroyed!

"Gulu!"

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Everyone looked at the figure in white with a little horror.

Squeezing a flying sword of a mid-Golden Core with bare hands, this person's strength may be comparable to that of a late-Golden Core.

"All disciples, retreat to me! Elder Jindan, follow me to meet the enemy!"

A late-stage old man gave a loud shout.

"Kill! Kill this bastard and avenge the dead disciple!"

They roared angrily, sacrificed magic weapons one after another, and bombarded them.

Tang Hao's figure swayed slightly, like a ghost, appeared in front of an old man in the middle stage of Jindan, raised his hand, and just patted him.

The old man was shocked, and hastily activated the magic weapon for protection.

Boom!

The light curtain cracked at the sound.

That head was smashed to pieces, blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

With another sway, another bloody light flashed, and the second golden core fell down.

His figure kept flickering, harvesting lives one by one.

Moreover, all of them were slapped to death.

The disciples of Mo Zong around looked pale, and trembled a little.

This guy is really scary!

He was clearly only at the middle stage of the Golden Core, and killing people of the same rank was as easy as slaughtering chickens and dogs.

That's right, in their eyes, the elder who is so powerful, under this guy's hands, is like a chicken and dog, letting others slaughter him.

"stop!"

Those golden cores in the late stage saw their eyes tearing apart, and came chasing and killing them frantically.

Boom!

After shooting another person to death, Tang Hao turned around and faced a late Jindan player.

"asshole,

I am going to kill you! "

The late old man hissed and roared, his eyes were red.

He frantically mobilized the Qi in his body, and smashed a red copper stove over.

Faced with this blow, Tang Hao just threw a punch.

Boom!

One punch, one furnace, heavy blows.

Under everyone's horrified gazes, the furnace was blown away with a punch, and hit the chest of the old man in the late stage. In an instant, the old man's chest collapsed, and with a puff, he spat out blood wildly.

"Old guy, want to kill me? I'm not qualified yet!"

With a cold murmur, Tang Hao stepped forward and landed a palm, hitting his chest.

A Jindan late stage, just like that was bombarded by life and death.

Seeing this, the rest of the late stagers all stopped, with dull expressions on their faces.

Even Jindan Late Stage is dead?

how so?

This guy... who the hell?

They looked ahead, the blood-stained figure in white clothes, with a blurred face, and felt a chill in their hearts.

"Quick! Go and invite the head!" one of them shouted.

On the stone steps leading to the top of the mountain, a disciple hastily turned around and rushed up the mountain. While running, he shouted: "It's not good! Master, it's not good!"

"What's wrong?"

When he ran up the mountain, the head of the sect led the man out of the hall, and said displeasedly, "Has he not been caught yet?"

"Master, he's dead! A lot of people have died! That guy is simply an Asura, it's too scary! Mo Lin, Elder Mo Ping, they're all dead." The disciple rushed over scrambling.

"What?"

A group of people suddenly changed color.

"How is it possible? Isn't Mo Ping a late-stage player? That guy is only a mid-stage player!"

They are unbelievable.

Then, they rushed out together and rushed down the mountain in a hurry. What they saw made their eyes tear apart.

In the square, a figure was chasing and killing their elders. It was very simple, and with a single palm, one of them was blasted, which was extremely ferocious.

This is clearly massacre and torture!

"Stop!" The head yelled loudly, almost going crazy.

His whole body was shaken, and the aura of Jieying exploded, pressing down.

On the square, Tang Hao pinched a Jindan's neck and lifted it up.

"How dare you! Let go!"

Tang Hao said nothing, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he pinched it hard.

Boom!

Blood splattered everywhere.

With a wave of his hand, he shook off the blood, and said coldly, "This is what happened to you for messing with me!"

"Who are you? From the Ritian Pavilion?" Mo Lingzi asked sternly, with a ferocious expression on his face.

"That's right!"

Mo Lingzi snorted, and said: "You Ritian Pavilion, you are really hiding something! One six orifices, one eight orifices, and you are such a master."

"However, do you think that you can still escape from my nose today after you killed someone from my Mozong?"

"escape?"

Tang Hao sneered, "Why should I run away? Even kill you, that's fine!"

Hearing this, Mo Lingzi was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed out loud.

He has never seen such a rampant person, even in the mid-Gold Core stage, he dared to say that he would kill him, a strong infant-forming man.

Between Jieying and Jindan, there is more than a layer of natural barriers!

The disciples and elders of the Sifang Mozong also burst into laughter.

"Okay! I want to see how you kill me!"

Mo Lingzi sneered, and with a flick of his sleeve, a golden sword flew out and stopped in front of him, buzzing and spinning.

The sword turned faster and faster, and the aura it emitted became more and more terrifying.

"You killed so many people in my Mozong, I will use your blood to pay homage to them!" He drank heavily, pointed his finger, and the golden sword burst out, blasting at Tang Hao with a terrifying aura.

Before the sword arrived, there was a violent gale, like a knife cutting the face.

Tang Hao still stood there, motionless.

There was a change in that pair of pupils, one pupil became dim and full of lifelessness, while the other pupil, on the contrary, was full of vitality.

Then, he raised his right hand and pointed a finger.

This pointed out that from under his feet, a translucent ripple swayed. Wherever it went, the Mozong disciples, elders, and even the vegetation all withered, withered, and drained of vitality.

"my leg……"

"What's wrong with me?"

They cried out in horror.

But soon, they couldn't shout anymore, and they were drained from head to toe, withered like mummies, and fell down.

The ripples continued to spread, and more people fell.

A wave of vitality surged into Tang Hao's body, and then transformed into the power of annihilation, and then followed that pointing out.

That sword energy was torn apart like a shattering one, and then, even that sword was annihilated inch by inch...

Under Mo Lingzi's horrified gaze, the finger continued to point, piercing through his abdomen.

His flesh and blood, including the Nascent Soul in his body, were annihilated silently, and a big hole was blasted out.

Then, he fell down and was already dying.

"You...you...you are...Qin...Qin Wuming..."

He coughed up blood and said weakly.

"That's right!" Tang Hao said coldly.

The mist on his face dissipated, revealing his original appearance.

The few surviving elders suddenly gasped, terrified.

This person is Qin Wuming, who has caused a sensation in Ninth Continent several times and is known as the number one genius?

Seeing it now, this strength is much more terrifying than the rumors.

"I knew it! You really have something to do with Ritian Pavilion, and that chick has something to do with you too! What she has on her is the treasure that was taken from the genius of Yuanshi Mountain."

"Haha! Qin Wuming, you are finished. No one could find you before, but now, you have been exposed. Your death has come, and Ritian Pavilion is also finished."

"You ruined my Mozong, and you won't feel well!"

"That chick, Tang Ritian, and you are all going to die!"

He roared ferociously.

Tang Hao's expression was indifferent, he paced forward and looked at him coldly.

After a while, he said coldly: "I am Tang Ritian!"

That Mo Lingzi was shocked all over and was stunned.

"This... this is impossible!"

But he couldn't believe that Tang Ritian and Qin Wuming were the same person!

Tang Hao said nothing, and with a wave of his hand, a burst of angry flames blasted out, burning it to ashes.

Then, kill those few surviving Golden Cores one by one.