Chapter 522 This Is Not a Fight

As more and more disciples lost their cultivation, the combined attack formation of the disciples of Yuhua Sect became weaker and weaker until it completely lost its effect.

Once the formation was dispersed, the scene immediately became chaotic, and many attacks contradicted each other and canceled each other out.

After all, there were many people and the formation that was used to guide the combined attack was broken, and the combined attack had the opposite effect.

Mo Qiong did not stop. Every time he appeared, he would kick the disciples who had become mortals while taking the human fruit.

Those disciples flew out of the battlefield and either fell into the back mountain room or into a side hall.

Not long after, more than 40 people in Yuhua Sect had lost their cultivation, and the remaining 100 or so people could no longer pose a threat to Mo Qiong.

"This boy is against the will of heaven... I'm afraid that the master must take action." Seeing that the situation was not good, Yinjiao quickly threw a token into the depths of the back mountain.

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

"This demon devours the fruit of human beings, and has become a force to be reckoned with. He is also ambitious and intends to dominate the world of immortal cultivation. Such a great scourge, please help me, fellow cultivators!"

"I have asked my master for help, and today is the day this demon dies."

After Yinjiao finished speaking, many sects responded immediately.

In terms of the values ​​of the immortal cultivators in this world, what the Blue and White Society is going to do has greatly hurt their dignity.

Now that Moqiongshen has passed through people, it is said to be against the will of heaven, and everyone present feels a great sense of threat.

Especially when he raised his hand and deprived Jinjiao of his immortal cultivation qualification, regardless of his purpose, this method alone is enough to cause great panic in the world of immortal cultivation.

There are many cultivators who are ready to move, and now seeing the defeat of Yuhua Sect and Yinjiao calling for help directly, they immediately flew forward.

Except Yujing Mountain and Yuhua Sect, there are still ten major immortal sects on the field.

Each immortal sect has at least one Bagua mirror, and some even have four-image realm.

At one time, three Four-Elephant Realm masters, seven Eight-Trigram Realm masters, and countless Yuan Jing and Yuan Ying masters were involved in the field.

Mo Qiong was not afraid of this at all. He knew that other sects would also get involved. It was useless to avoid fighting if he wanted to make the rules deeply rooted in people's hearts.

"Che Yun! Let's cast a spell together!" Mo Qiong and Che Yun had one soul and two hearts, and they could do two things at the same time, and suddenly four operations were used at the same time.

Che Yun's two spells provided Mo Qiong with flight and defense.

Mo Qiong himself focused on rebounding and dropping treasures.

Logically speaking, a Four-Elephant Realm master could never defeat so many enemies.

Especially Mo Qiong, everyone could see that Mo Qiong's mana was rough and not exquisite at all.

But Mo Qiong's execution ability reached a sufficient level, enough for absolute special use!

I saw many powerful energies of wind, thunder, water, fire, etc. raging on the field, and countless jade bi stone pillars, flying eaves and high platforms were affected and shattered.

But when they met Mo Qiong, no matter how determined the attack was, they suddenly became the master.

Mo Qiong's magic power condensed into substance, facing the earth, wind, water and fire, he just dealt with it.

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

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

The strong wind and lightning were guided by Mo Qiong and flew in an orderly manner on the field, just to give him back in his own way.

He led the attack of Xuandong Sect to the Quinte Sect, and the attack of the Quinte Sect was swept to Yuhua Sect...

Although the ten major immortal sects participated in the battle and besieged Mo Qiong alone, the result was that they fought each other.

Mo Qiong blocked left and right, constantly fiddling, and circling the attack, creating countless ripples, but he was not touched by a single leaf.

He did not launch a single attack, but it was as if thousands of arrows were fired at the same time, and the various magic spells around him killed each cultivator in an orderly manner.

"Jianwen! Take back your sword energy!" Yinjiao was frantically blocking a terrifying sword energy, but the sword energy was already very powerful, and it was unstoppable, with infinite penetration. Even if the energy was dissolved, the impact of this attack would not disappear.

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

After that, he also endured a real fire.

Not only him, but all the monks who participated in the battle felt Jinjiao's despair at this moment.

His own attack became someone else's attack, and Moqiong's only move in the siege was better than thousands of their moves.

Unable to dodge, unable to block, and even unable to dissolve.

The combined efforts of more than a dozen great powers were not as big as the trouble caused to Moqiong by more than a hundred low-level monks! Instead, they were beaten into a mess.

"Why is this happening? We can't even force him to use teleportation!" Yinjiao said in horror.

Jianwen was quite smart. He saw the door and said, "No! He is not afraid of our powerful attacks, but he is afraid that we attack too much!"

This hits the point. They are in the Four Symbols Realm, and Mo Qiong is also in the Four Symbols Realm. No matter how strong their attacks are, Mo Qiong will have no problem swatting them away.

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

On the contrary, the siege by a large group of low-level cultivators before made Mo Qiong dare not play with all the attacks like this.

Even if Mo Qiong is so powerful, his nerve reaction ability is limited. He can play with a dozen attacks at will, but he can't do anything with hundreds or thousands of attacks.

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

Now everyone is forced out of containment thinking by Mo Qiong. No matter why, no matter how illogical the method is, they will use it.

Still trying to figure out why like before, it will only drive yourself crazy in the end.

The style of the painting changed, and a group of cultivators turned to bombard Mo Qiong like a magic machine gun.

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

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

Unfortunately, Mo Qiong was not really helpless against this. If he won by numbers, of course, Mo Qiong could not rebound one by one.

But the corresponding power decreased, and Mo Qiong was easier to manipulate. In this way, he only locked one target in his mind, and then rotated mindlessly, at least he could ignore the attack.

Layers of gaze mana closely attached to his own body turned into a real giant god's mighty suit.

Spiraling madly, the sword energy of the wind and the fireball light bullet disappeared immediately when they touched the high-speed rotating body vortex.

Target, the warehouse of the Blue and White Society on Earth.

"No... No..." Yinjiao was so anxious that he wanted to bite his nails.

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

The spiraling energy around Mo Qiong was like a bottomless pit. Any attack that pounced on it would completely disappear.

But fortunately, if they fought like this, at least everyone would not be backfired by their own attacks.

"It's okay, he can't rebound, just hold him back, my master is awake!" Yinjiao was stunned as soon as he finished speaking.

It was because Moqiong was spinning and flying towards them, like a spiral whirlwind drill.

"How can he still fly!"

They didn't know that Che Yun was responsible for Moqiong's flight at the moment, and when Moqiong confiscated all attacks, his mobility was not affected!

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

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

"At the moment of attacking others, the attack changed from disappearing to rebounding? So this is not a rebound, but control and guidance. This person can change the enemy's attack trajectory by fiddling with it."

Jianwen thought about it, but he thought of it, but there was no way to solve it. He could only try his best to dodge and not be hit by Moqiong.

Because, all the people hit by Mo Qiong inevitably flew towards Yinjiao.

Slowly, but unstoppable!

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

However, Yinjiao rubbed his nose and said, "Keep attacking, don't let him free his hands, it doesn't matter if he hits me!"

"Do you think I'm air..." Suddenly, Gou Ye appeared beside Yinjiao.

I saw Gou Ye pressing a cigarette butt on Yinjiao's face, and a hole was immediately dissolved.

The cigarette in his hand had been refined into a magic weapon. With a press, Yinjiao's inner armor quickly melted.

The already broken inner armor soon collapsed completely.

"Forgot, there is also a Four Symbols Realm!" Yinjiao was shocked. Even the weaker Four Symbols Realm was stronger than him, not to mention that Gou Ye was very strong in close combat. At this moment, he was already bullied, and a series of blows like a storm hammered him so hard that he couldn't fight back.

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

"This guy... How can he fight with fists!"

Yinjiao said with a groan, feeling that he couldn't even move a finger.

"Hehe... Moqiong, throw the people over here!" Gou Ye said, using his magic power to control Yinjiao and carrying him to the sky.

At the same time, Yinjiao also saw a large group of people rushing towards him, all of whom were monks swept by Moqiong.

Some flew backwards in mid-air, some rolled directly in the air, and some rushed towards him headfirst.

No matter what posture, these people were obviously unable to help themselves!

"Don't come over here!" Yinjiao struggled in Gou Ye's hands.

But all the monks who were hit seemed to have turned into human missiles, tracking and hitting him.

The speed was not fast, but he just couldn't stop.

"I can't control myself!" A monk in the Four Symbols Realm said in panic. He experienced the feeling of forced flight in person and was almost crazy.

"Thousand-pound drop!" Someone used magic to make himself fall down, but it was useless. The speed did not decrease at all, but it seemed even more powerful!

"Earth escape! What! That wind escape! Wind... Damn it! Escape! Escape... Can't escape!" Someone wanted to use the escape technique to escape from the restraint of the force on his body, but he couldn't escape after a long time, and he was still rolling in the air.

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

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

There were even people who inserted flying swords into the ground in their hands, trying to use friction resistance. But the result was just plowing the land for Yuhua Sect. The body rubbed frantically on the gold and stone floor, dragged a gully, and never stopped.

Soon, the disciples hiding in the distance saw their masters and elders floating in the sky in various embarrassing ways, or dragging on the ground in various embarrassing ways.

The speed was not fast, but it was more torturous.

And everyone's flying target was the silver horn!

Silver Horn went up to the sky and down to the ground, and a large group of people followed him, like a train running in a string.

When he went up to the sky, this group of people followed him up to the sky, and when he went down to the ground, this group of people followed him down to the ground, chasing him relentlessly.

And their locomotive was Silver Horn in Gou Ye's hand. As long as they didn't catch up with the target, they would always be in this state of slow exile.

It was as if there was an invisible rope that strung them all together.

And the end of the rope was in Gou Ye's hand, pulling it around...

It bumped into mountains and hit pillars along the way.

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