Chapter 953

"The reincarnation gate will not be damaged. Even if it is forcibly injected with energy, it will only be paralyzed for a while. This will just delay the time for us to leave."

Seeing the subtlety of the scene, Mo Tong sighed and suppressed the weird emotions in his heart.

"It's better that way."

Uncle Tu also knew that it was not the time to do something at this juncture, if he really wanted to do it, it would not be too late until he got out of the current dangerous situation.

"I don't know if the five masters this brother mentioned earlier still count?"

Mo Tong shifted his gaze to Ye Tian.

"Then I'll go meet them first and bring you five heads then."

As Ye Tian said, he left the tent expressionlessly.

"You just stay here to help describe a few useful formations, which will be useful when you leave."

Tubo said to the old man.

The latter didn't agree or speak, but just walked away on his own, and then sat in the corner and took out his magic weapon, preparing to make a formation that could be carried with him.

"Then let me and you prepare to open the reincarnation gate."

Tu Bo said, if he didn't look at it, he would be really worried.

Mo Tong nodded without any objection.

Then the figures of the two people also disappeared, leaving only the old man who suppressed demons in the entire tent.

...

And look at Ye Tian.

After he rushed out with the Qing Jue to the cloud sword, the barracks came and went in chaos.

Some people shouted and cursed loudly, some people howled in pain, some people shouted and killed the sky, but there was no bloody light, only corpses everywhere, and pitch-black ashes here and there.

With a big wave of his hand, Ye Tian took the beads from the ashes into his pocket very bluntly, and left them to repair the Soul Eater Yin Banner.

The ghost cultivators of the Kongyue Sect fought with the soldiers of the Qianji Battalion, and the latter obviously lost.

How can ordinary ghost soldiers compare to ghost cultivators who have been trained in the eight classics?

Suddenly, a corner of the battlefield attracted Ye Tian's attention.

There was a ghost cultivator of the Kongyue Gate, who shuttled among countless Yin soldiers, and fell down every time he passed through one piece, killing people like cutting melons and vegetables.

It was a white-haired young man with no expression on his face, but his hands were covered with blood.

Ye Tian rushed forward in a flash, and stabbed at Yunjian with the Qing Jue in his hand!

But that person's reaction speed was not weak, and he managed to avoid the fatal blow under Ye Tian's sword attack.

"Seeing that your skills are not weak, I wonder if you can rank in the top five of Kong Yuemen?"

Ye Tian asked softly, not only did he not use all his strength for the sword just now, but he did it casually.

"The third elder of Kongyuemen, Wenyue."

The man said coldly.

However, the vigilance against Ye Tian is extremely extreme.

"Casual cultivator, Ye Tian."

Ye Tianleng replied indifferently.

"I really don't understand why you idle ghost cultivators are fighting for some dead souls."

Wen Yue frowned.

"Everyone has his own aspirations."

As Ye Tian said, he rushed forward, and swung the Qingjue Chongyun Sword with a few sword auras in his hand, taking it a little seriously.

It's just that he still doesn't plan to put all his strength into it. After all, he can retain a bit of strength, which is strength, and maybe it will come in handy in the end.

Wenyue responded coldly, and it was very difficult.

He really couldn't figure out why the man opposite him could deal with him so easily.

"Qianyue! It's just dealing with a brat, why are you dawdling!"

A voice contained some ruthlessness, and then saw a middle-aged man who looked like a strong man rushing towards Ye Tian with a giant hammer in his hand.

In the process of rushing towards him, I hammered one after another, killing many Yin soldiers.

But Ye Tian didn't even bother to look at him, the Qing Jue Chongyun Sword in his hand just stabbed backwards.

Plain, nothing fancy.

But the strong man didn't even dodge this blow, and was directly pierced through the chest by a sword, and the purple blood flowed, very strange, and the vitality was gone.

Ye Tian glanced curiously, then pulled out the sword and ignored it.

Seeing this scene, Wen Wenyue was shocked in her heart, but she quickly gritted her teeth to force herself to calm down, and then took advantage of this moment to launch a fierce attack on Ye Tian.

The latter was not in a hurry, raised his hand a few times with ease, and launched all the subsequent attacks.

"You are too weak."

Ye Tian said, he looked around, but he didn't find the person he was looking for.

"Where is the master of your sect?"

he asked directly.

"Why don't you kill me directly, and don't ask these strange questions."

Wen Yue said coldly, he felt that Ye Tian was deliberately humiliating himself.

"I don't need to ask you some weird questions, you just need to tell me where he is."

Ye Tian's eyes were indifferent.

Wenyue was taken aback for a moment, then sneered.

"Isn't this the conspiracy of your Qianji Camp? First, you pretended to ask our sect master to bring people up for peace talks, and even sent all the generals to our sect as hostages in exchange for my sect master's life... …hehe……"

Wenyue's expression was extremely cold, and even the two hehes were so stiff.

Hearing his answer, Ye Tian instantly felt that something was wrong.

"You said that Qianjiying invited you to come here for peace talks?"

Ye Tian asked.

"Otherwise, how can these remnant soldiers and defeated generals be able to resist my Kongyuemen?"

Wen Yue asked instead.

"Then do you know where the exact location of the peace talks is?"

Ye Tian asked, he suddenly felt that he and Tu Bo were still being tricked.

That Wenyue was taken aback, and wanted to question whether Ye Tian was playing tricks on him, but when he saw the latter's eyes, they were extremely serious and cold, but he couldn't say anything to refute.

"Your black-eyed general said that peace talks should be held at the gate of reincarnation."

Wen Yue finally said.

"Try to get them all to stop."

Ye Tian put away the Qing Jue Chongyun Sword on his neck, but turned around and swept towards the tent of the Chinese army, not caring about the battlefield shouting for killing behind him.

If it is true what the white-haired young man said just now, then I and Tu Bo must have been kept in the dark. That Mo Tong... is not simple!

...

The old man who suppressed demons was left alone in the tent of the Chinese army, and Tubo and Motong came to the gate of reincarnation.

It is said to be the reincarnation gate, but within a hundred miles, there is not even a shadow of a gate. There is only a place similar to a small altar. The color is pitch black, as if it can absorb all light.

"Has it been a long time since you've seen this place?"

Mo Tong asked with a smile, his dark eyes narrowed into a slit.

"It's true that it's been a while, but you don't have to get close to me. After you and I cooperate, life and death may not be the same."

Uncle Tu coldly said that he really didn't like this person in front of him, even if it was possible, he wanted to go back to the past and kill him directly.

"Perhaps why it's so big, it's still the same as before, but I'm not the young general Mo Tong who obeyed my orders."

"Do you really think you are someone now? You are not even a pawn in the eyes of your real big man."

Tu Bo sneered and said, his hands were not idle, a faint blue charm emerged from his hands, and then he approached the altar, trying to establish a connection with each other.

"Maybe."

Mo Tong smiled, didn't speak, didn't interfere, just waited quietly.

"What if I suddenly revealed your identity?"

Mo Tong suddenly said, it seems that he asked such a question out of boredom.

"You should also know the relationship between me and the Daomeng, so no matter what, even if you are not against me now, you still can't change the fact that you were once my confidant. If you really leak my identity , then you must not live to see me now."

Tubo said and analyzed that the pitch-black rock of the altar gradually took on color, and began to emit a little blue light.

Mo Tong nodded and continued the topic.

"You're right, but what if I'm not telling Daomeng?"

Hearing this, Uncle Tu suddenly had a very bad feeling for some reason, but the movement in his hands did not stop, he could not give up halfway, if he was stopped suddenly, he might be backlashed.

"Who else can you tell but them?"

Tu Bo asked indifferently.

"In this world, you are not the only one who dislikes each other with Daomeng, and I, Tianyin Pavilion."

A slightly familiar voice sounded, and behind Motong appeared the short figure with long beard dragging to the ground.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Uncle Tu's face turned cold, he now found that things were completely out of control.

"I didn't do anything, but what I said was both true and false. It's a pity that you don't believe the truth, but you believe the false."

Mo Tong said, opening his eyes.

"Then what about you? Old Demon Suppressor? What's the matter with you?"

Tu Bo's face became colder and colder.

He has never been teased like this in thousands of years.

"I never told you that I am the old man who suppresses demons. You have not been in contact with the outside world for a long time. People on the must-kill list have no reason to be so carefree. You also underestimate me, Tianyin Pavilion. "

The old man said gloomyly.

"So your purpose?"

Tu Bo has simply put all his mind into the connection with the altar.

"My purpose is just to live a good life in another field. The power of Daomeng makes me have to find a backer to rely on. His purpose is very simple, just to see if what I said is true."

Mo Tong said.

The old man nodded.

"At first we couldn't be sure if what he said was true, but the moment I saw you cast the blue spell, I knew it must be you! Tubo Jiuyue!"

Speaking of this, the old man's affection was a little excited.

"I am indeed a formation mage. I am afraid that there is no other person in this world who can cast such an orthodox ancient spell, except Tubo Jiuyue, the lord of this place."

Tubo frowned impatiently.

"Hurry up and get down to business. If I'm in a bad mood, I'll want to kill you."