1291 Last Place

The disciples of the Holy Sect are like a torrent, and wherever they pass, all the Mohist disciples flow into rivers of blood. All the buildings are destroyed At this moment, the disciples of the Sacred Sect are like a plague of locusts, and no grass grows wherever they pass

It's not that the Mohist disciples don't resist, but no matter how strong they are, the disciples of the Sacred Sect can find a strong siege. , it took less than a quarter of an hour

In the one-sided fight in Mo City, the blood stained the entire city red for three hundred miles, but the Mohist city was not stained with blood, but at this moment, this piece of pure land is also stained with the smell of blood

Looking at this scene, the man on the throne couldn't help but think in his heart that his holy brother slaughtered the city back then. Compared with Yifeng, his holy brother was nothing compared to Yifeng. At least, after his holy brother slaughtered the city, there was no Burning the souls, but Yifeng didn't just burn the souls of the Mohist disciples to make them suffer. The most important thing is that every disciple was cut off and hung above the void, becoming a veritable dead city and hell

Blood flowed from Yifeng's feet, Yifeng stepped on it, his feet were already stained red Yifeng walked step by step towards the center of the Mo family, more and more people gathered behind him , Tianni, disciples of the Holy Sect, a mighty group of people followed behind Yifeng, but no one dared to take a step beyond Yifeng, even though Yifeng walked very slowly, they followed behind Yifeng step by step

Under the leadership of Yifeng, thousands of disciples surrounded the last part of Mocheng, the center of Mocheng.

Yifeng looked at the huge palace with its closed gates, and a sneer flashed across his mouth, and he said casually to the people behind him, "It's smashed."

"yes"

Just when everyone was excitedly preparing to do something, the huge gate of the palace was finally opened. Teams of people kept pouring out of it, everyone was no less than a general, and everyone was talented.

Yifeng looked at the crowd of Mohist people rushing out, and sneered in his heart, could it be that he still expects to make some waves now?

Yifeng stood quietly at the gate of the palace, watching the people of the Mo family pouring out continuously. After thousands of people poured out, an old man also galloped out from behind him. Two warriors pressed one warrior, And Ling'er, who had disappeared for a long time, was also brought out

When Yifeng saw this scene, his eyes froze, and then he stared straight at the old man

Seemingly aware of Yi Feng's eyes, the old man kicked the man who was being pressed behind him, and roared, "Kneel down!"

Although Mo Lin was unwilling, he also knew how much trouble he had caused, so he stared at Yi Feng and knelt down with a plop

The leading elder, the Patriarch of the Mo family, looked at the two elders and said, "Tong Jin, Tong Tu, my Mo family did something wrong this time, but your Holy Sect also killed a lot of people, so how about leaving? Mo Lin is the chief culprit, at your disposal"

The Patriarch of the Mohist School looked at Mocheng, where the blood was flowing like a river, and he was filled with endless anger, but the Patriarch of the Mohist School knew very well that the Holy Sect was going to deal with him at this moment, and he had no resistance at all. Although his heart was like a volcano, he had to suppress it. Watching the disciples of the Mo family being killed, I hope this can vent the anger of the Holy Sect

All he can do is to preserve part of the Mohist blood, so he brings the Mohist disciples with the most outstanding talents into the palace. Although these Mohist disciples know that people outside the palace are sent to Shengzong, they have no choice. , under absolute power, they can't even have the chance to resist

The two elders didn't speak, and looked directly at Mo Lin, who was kneeling there with a gloomy face, looking at this man. Even the two elders wanted to cut him into pieces. Come to this point?

This continent, because of him alone, is completely in chaos. Ling Chi, but he also knew very well that even if he wanted to kill Mo Lin, it would not be his turn.

Such a catastrophe, only by pushing him out, can there be a chance for a turnaround

On the other hand, Yi Feng just glanced at Mo Lin quietly, then left his eyes, and saw Linger

"Brother Xiaoyao" Ling'er looked at Yifeng and shouted happily, "Brother Xiaoyao avenged me, these bad guys caught me and injured my mother and sister"

Yifeng smiled at Linger: "Linger, don't be afraid, Brother Xiaoyao will avenge you right away."

The demon queen watched for the first time since Yifeng smiled and looked at the Mo family with sympathy.

Although the head of the Mohist family knew that all of this was led by the young man in front of him, his eyes were still on the two elders. The two elders are the strongest among these people, and they are also the people with the highest status. As long as they agree, the Mohist's the crisis is over

Although the Mo family has been wiped out in sevens and eighties, but if these bloodlines can be left behind, there is always the possibility of a comeback

The two elders ignored the Patriarch of the Mo family, and turned to look at Yifeng Yifeng's temper. He knew very well that at this moment, let alone them, even if Liu Ran came, it was impossible to stop his actions

"Mo Lin entrusted you to deal with my Mo family's million people, all of whom were beheaded by your holy sect, Tong Jin, what else do you want?" The Mo family saw that the two elders did not speak, even though he repeatedly reminded himself not to be angry, he still couldn't restrain himself

But Yifeng, who hadn't spoken all this time, suddenly said, "Send Ling'er over here."

The Patriarch of the Mo family also saw that Yi Feng was the focus of this time, he took a breath, calmed down slowly, and then said to Yi Feng: "As long as you..."

Before the Patriarch of the Mo family could speak, he was interrupted by a cold sentence: "You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me."

"You..." The face of the Patriarch of the Mo family was ashen, and he clenched his fists tightly, trying to hold back his furious heart

"Hand over Linger, I don't want to say it a third time," Yifeng said grimly

The Patriarch of the Mohist family took a deep breath and looked at Ling'er who was standing aside. His eyes were uncertain. Ling'er was his trump card. With Ling'er in his hand, he would undoubtedly have a better chance of survival.

But just when he was about to refuse, he heard the young man who looked like a devil say to Ling'er who was standing there, "Ling'er, are you afraid of death?"