From the sky, Youming, who had sprayed several mouthfuls of blood mist, suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he thought to himself: "Didn't Li Mobei just shout the magic sword away with a mouth? What's the matter? I can shout it too, and call the magic sword back!"

As soon as he thought of this, Youming shouted at Li Mobei:

"The Demon Sword, your sword is the sword of my master, come the sword!"

“…”

The whole audience was silent.

The Demon Sword was still gently rubbing Li Mobei with its soft sword body, ignoring the Netherworld.

All the monks looked at the Netherworld with a fool's eyes. For a moment, the atmosphere was silent and a little awkward. Several crow-shaped spirit beasts flew past the sky with a "quack" and shouting.

"Is it because I'm not calling out enough?"

Youming frowned and then continued to yell without hesitation:

"Wuji Sword Dao, your sword is my master's sword, come on the sword!"

"The Blood Demon's Extreme Dao, your sword is my master's sword, come the sword!"

"The way of the saint, your sword is the sword of my master, come the sword!"

No matter how strange the others looked at him, Youming roared hard.

Just as he roared, he suddenly "ah" and his mentality collapsed. At this moment, he was like a child who had taken away his toys. He cried like crazy: "My Sword, please come back! I can't live without you, please come back quickly..."

"idiot!"

"Do you really think my senior brother just called the sword with his mouth? Huhhh?"

Chen Fan snorted coldly, no longer interested in watching this idiot continue to perform. He activated the Five Elements Array Pattern on the Fire Stick and expelled a golden aura towards Netherworld.

When Youming was crying, his eyes were blurred, he suddenly saw a ray of sword light flying towards him. He thought that the Demon Sword had been crying back. He had just appeared on his face, and the golden Geng aura brought a scoop of blood to penetrate his chest.

"ah!"

Youming screamed and fell from the air. The soil on the ground surging, and dozens of vines broke out of the ground and wrapped around Youming.

"What is your master? Is it worth comparing with my master?"

Chen Fan walked over and stepped on the back of the prisoner, asking disdainfully.

"Believe it or not, my master can kill your master in just one way or another?"

...

"yawn!"

In the ancient city of Linqi, Mo Xiangtian, who was leading a group of demonic monks to the outside of the city, suddenly sneeze heavily. His dry and frowned slightly. He was as powerful as him, who was only a thread away from becoming an immortal, could vaguely sense someone was talking bad things behind him behind his back.

The demonic monks such as the Demon Heaven Wheel looked at his back and were worried that the demonic ancestor's body would still be used. After all, when facing their enemies later, they are most famous and surnamed immortal cultivation sects in the five continents.

The concerns of Mo Tianlun and others were obviously redundant. Although the ancestor of the Demonic Dao was about to die, his domineering aura remained unchanged at all.

"Within ten breaths, all the righteous monks retreated to five feet away from the secret realm. Those who violated the situation will be killed without mercy!"

As soon as he arrived outside the city, Mo Xiangtian ordered tens of thousands of monks from five continents on the scene. A surging demonic aura swept from him and swept across all directions, blowing up gravel and falling leaves on the ground, making him look as terrifying as a demon god.

The monks from the five continents instantly sensed the magic aura on his body, and an uproar came from the crowd.

"It's the magic monk here!"

"What a courage. Today, our famous and upright sects from the five continents gather here. Isn't the demon monks appearing for death?"

"Kill them to the Demon-Eliminate the Dao!"

The devil's way is the dirtiest and evil way among all the great paths of immortal cultivation. In the eyes of the righteous monks, anyone who practices the devil's way is like a rat crossing the street can kill him!

Soon, dozens of figures flew out of the crowd and launched an attack on Mo Xiangtian. When Mo Tianlun and others in the rear were about to support him, Mo Xiangtian waved his hand and fired a demonic energy. The dozens of figures blew blood and ejaculated like kites with broken strings.

"Elder Yu!"

"Elder Tan!"

A monk exclaimed and hurriedly helped dozens of people who were knocked away by Mo Xiangtian. However, when he got closer, he found that they had died of blood from their seven orifices, and even the Nascent Soul in their bodies was shattered.

"It seems that I have retired for too long. There are few people in the world who remember me now, which makes me dare to attack me."

Mo Xiangtian snorted coldly, and then released the spiritual fluctuations of his Immortal Stage in the most shocking way without reservation. The rolling magic power rose into the sky to cover the sky and the sun. A huge sense of fear suddenly enveloped the hearts of all the monks in the audience. Everyone was involuntarily intimidated by him and took several steps back.

"Immortal Stage! You are the Demonic Xiangtian!"

Many experienced immortal sect masters immediately identified Mo Xiangtian's identity based on this spiritual fluctuation, and said incredibly: "You are still alive!"

After the words "Demonic Heaven" were released, tens of thousands of monks were shocked and their expressions became extremely incredible.

As the founder of the Demon Tao, the strongest man in the previous era, even though everyone had never seen Demon Xiangtian, they had more or less heard of his rumors, especially the amazing feat of Demon Xiangtian's deeds of killing the immortal sword power of Demon Tao, which is even more familiar to everyone.

"It seems that there are still people who know me."

Demon Xiangtian sneered: "I warn you last. Within ten breaths, all the righteous monks will withdraw from the secret realm five feet away. Violators will be killed without mercy!"

After the words were finished, Mo Xiangtian stopped talking, as if he was silently counting the passage of time to prepare for the next big killing.

Seeing this, monks from the five continents could no longer remain calm. They grew up listening to the great reputation of Mo Xiangtian since childhood. Now when they saw the deity, their fear was out of control and they hurriedly exited the secret realm as he said.

Even dozens of immortal sect masters were retreating at this moment, staring at Mo Xiangtian with extremely complicated eyes while retreating.

The leaders of the sects could not retreat. Many of their masters and even their generation died at the hands of Demon Xiangtian. This Demonic Patriarch was extremely terrifying. Even the true immortal of the Cang could be killed. No one dared to act rashly in front of him.

Although everyone didn't know why Mo Xiangtian could live for so long, it didn't hinder everyone's fear of him at all. His appearance like a mummy person actually increased the fear of him.

"This demon is too cruel. If you want to deal with him, you must take action from the peerless powerful people in the hidden immortal sect." The leaders thought to themselves.

When Demonic Xiangtian saw the monks of the five continents retreating obediently, he was actually relieved at this moment. He was now setting in the west, and every move would reduce his lifespan. Unnecessary battles would naturally be avoided.
Chapter completed!