Blue and White Society Chapter 511: This is not fighting

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

As soon as the formation dispersed, the scene immediately became chaotic, and many attacks contradicted themselves and canceled each other out.

After all, there are so many people in a mess, once the formation of combing and guiding everyone to attack collapses, the attack together will have the opposite effect.

Mo Poor didn't stop. Every time he appeared, he would take away the disciple who became a mortal while taking the fruit of humanism.

Those disciples flew out of the battlefield and either landed in the back mountain room or in a side hall somewhere.

Not long after, more than forty members of the Yuhua Sect lost their cultivation, and the remaining one hundred or so members could no longer pose a threat to Mo Poor.

"This son is against the heavens...I'm afraid the master must come out." Seeing that the situation is not good, Yinjiao quickly threw a token and sank into the depths of the back mountain.

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

"This demon devours the fruit of human beings. It has become a thing of the past. It is also ambitious and intends to dominate the world of cultivating immortals. It is such a huge disaster. Please all comrades get rid of the demon together!"

"I have asked Master for help, today is the time for this devil to die."

After Yin Jiao finished speaking, many sects immediately responded.

Based on the values ​​of immortal cultivators in this world, what the Lanbai Society is going to do will greatly hurt their dignity.

Seeing Mo Qiongshen pass through people now, it can be said to be against the sky, and it immediately made everyone present feel a great sense of threat.

Especially raising his hands to deprive Jin Jiao of his qualifications to cultivate immortals. Regardless of his purpose, this method alone is enough to cause great panic in the immortal cultivating world.

There were quite a few monks who were ready to move, but now seeing the defeat of the Yuhua Sect, Yin Jiao bluntly called for help, and immediately flew forward.

Apart from Yujingshan and Yuhuazong, there are still ten immortal sects on the field.

At least one gossip mirror came to each fairy gate, and some even came to the Sixiang Realm.

In a short while, there were three Four Elephants Realm, seven Bagua Realm masters, Yuan Jing and Yuan Ying were involved.

Mo Qiong was not afraid of this at all. He knew that other sects would also interfere. It was useless to avoid fighting if the rules were to be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"Che Yun! Let's cast spells together!" Mo Poor and Che Yun have two minds and one mind, and they can use one mind and two minds at the same time.

Che Yun's two spells are to provide Mo Poor with flight and defense.

Mo Poor himself focuses on rebounding and falling treasures.

It stands to reason that a Four Elephant Realm would not be able to defeat so many enemies.

Especially Mo Poor, everyone can see that Mo Poor's mana is rough and not subtle at all.

But Mo Poor's executive ability can't be held back to a sufficient level, enough for absolute characteristics!

Seeing the tyrannical energy of wind, thunder, water and fire raging on the field, countless jade stone pillars, cornices and high platforms were affected and shattered.

But as soon as he met Mo Poor, no matter how inevitable the blow was, he suddenly changed his master.

Mo Poor's mana is condensed into essence, facing the earth, wind, water and fire, just control it.

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

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

Gangfeng and Lightning, guided by Mo Poor, flew around the field in an orderly manner, repaying each other with the same way.

Direct the attack of the Xuandong sect to the Kunt faction, and the attack of the Quint sect, and sweep it to the Yuhua sect...

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

Mo Poor blocked from left to right, fiddled with him non-stop, spread his attacks, and made countless ripples, but none of the leaves touched his body.

He didn't release a single attack, but it seemed like a thousand arrows were fired at once, and all kinds of spells around him attacked the monks 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 had an unstoppable effect. Dissolving energy, the impact of this blow will not disappear.

Elder Jianwen of Xuandong Sect shouted: "My natal sword energy no longer listens to my words!"

After speaking, he also forcibly endured a burst of real fire.

Not only him, but all the monks who participated in the battle felt the despair of Jin Horn at this moment.

One's own attack became someone else's attack, and Mo Poor's single move in the siege was better than their thousands of moves.

Can't dodge, can't block, can't even defuse.

The combined efforts of more than a dozen of them are not as great as the trouble caused to Mo Poor by more than a hundred low-level monks! In turn, he was beaten into a mess.

"Why is this? We can't even use his teleportation!" Silver Horn said in horror.

On the contrary, Jianwen is quite smart, and he saw the way: "No! He is not afraid that our attacks are strong, but that we attack too much!"

That's the point, they are in the Four Elephant Realm, and Mo Qiong is also in the Four Elephant Realm, no matter how strong their attacks are, Mo Qiong will have no problem running away.

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

On the contrary, the previous siege by a large group of low-level monks made Mo Poor afraid to play with all attacks like this.

Even if Mo Poor is so powerful, his nerve response ability is still limited, he can play with a dozen attacks at will, and hundreds of thousands of attacks will be helpless.

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

Everyone is almost forced out of containment thinking by Mo Qiong now, no matter why, no matter how logical the solution is, they will use it.

Still investigating why as before, in the end there is no benefit other than driving myself crazy.

I saw that the painting style changed, and a group of monks turned to bombard Mo Poor like magical machine guns.

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

For a moment, the sky was full of sword energy, the wind and thunder split, and the flames rained.

It's a pity that Mo Poor is not really immune to this. If he wins by numbers, of course Mo Poor can't rebound one by one.

But the corresponding power has dropped, and it is better for Mo Poor to fiddle with it, so that he only locks on one target in his mind, and then turns around without thinking, at least he can ignore the attack.

The mana of gazing close to itself layer by layer, turning into a real giant's mighty outfit.

Crazy spiraling, you can see the wind and sword energy, and when the fireball light bullet touches the high-speed rotating body protection vortex, it immediately disappears.

Target, Earth Blue and White Club warehouse.

"No...no..." Silver Horn anxiously wanted to gnaw his nails.

The monks present have never encountered such a difficult enemy.

The stellar energy spiraling around Mo Poor's body is like a bottomless pit, any attack will completely disappear.

Fortunately, if you fight like this, at least everyone will not be backlashed by their own attacks.

"It's okay, he can't bounce back, just hold on, my master has woken up!" Yin Jiao was stunned as soon as he finished speaking.

Because Mo Poor turned around and flew towards them like a spiral whirlwind drill.

"How can he still fly!"

They didn't know that it was Che Yun who was in charge of Mo Poor's flight at the moment. When Mo Poor confiscated all the attacks, his mobility was not affected!

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

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

"The moment you attack someone, does the attack change from disappearing to rebounding? So this is not rebounding, but control and guidance. This person can change the enemy's attack trajectory by fiddle with it."

Jianwen thought about it, but he thought about it, but he couldn't solve it. He could only dodge as hard as he could, not to be hit by Mo Poor.

Because, everyone who was hit by Mo Poor inevitably flew towards Yinjiao.

Slowly, but unstoppably!

"Bang!" An elder bumped into 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 you hit him!"

"You treat me as air..." Suddenly, Lord Gou appeared beside Yin Jiao.

I saw Master Gou pressing a cigarette **** on Yin Jiao's face, and a hole was immediately dissolved.

The cigarette in his hand had already been refined into a magic weapon, and when he pressed it, Yinjiao's inner armor quickly melted away.

The already dilapidated inner armor quickly collapsed completely.

"I forgot, there is also a Sixiang Realm!" Yinjiao was shocked, even the weakest Sixiang Realm was stronger than him, not to mention that Master Gou was very strong in close combat, and he was already deceiving himself at this moment. , A series of blows like a storm, hammered him so hard that he couldn't even handle it.

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

"This guy...how can he fight with his fists!"

Yinjiao's teeth leaked, and he felt that he couldn't even move a finger.

"Hey... Mo Poor, throw everyone here!" Gou Ye said, restraining Yin Jiao with his power, and flew him high into the sky.

At the same time, Yin Jiao also saw a large group of people rushing towards him, all of them were monks who had been swept away by Mo Poor.

Some flew upside down in mid-air, some rolled in the air, and some headed towards him.

No matter what the posture, these people are obviously involuntary!

"Don't come here!" Silver Horn struggled in Master Gou's hand.

But all the monks who were hit seemed to turn into human missiles and hit him in a tracking manner.

The speed is not fast, but it just can't stop.

"I can't control myself!" A monk in the Sixiang Realm panicked. He experienced this feeling of forced flight for himself, and he was almost crazy.

"Heavy catty fall!" Someone used a spell to fall himself down, but it was useless at all, the speed did not decrease at all, but it seemed even more powerful!

"Earth escape! What! That wind escape! Wind... Damn it! Escape! Escape...you can't escape!" Some people wanted to use the evasion technique to escape from the **** of strength on their bodies, but they couldn't escape after a long time, and they were still there. Rolling in mid-air.

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

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

There are even people who hold flying swords and insert them into the ground, trying to use frictional resistance. But in the end, it was just plowing the ground for Yu Huazong, and his body rubbed against the gold and stone floor frantically, dragging out a gully, and he couldn't stop dying.

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

The speed is not fast, but it is more tormented.

And everyone's flying target is Silver Horn!

Yinjiao went all over the world, chasing a large group of people behind him, forming a string like a train.

He went to the sky, and this group of people followed him to the sky.

And their locomotive is the silver horn in the hands of Lord Gou. As long as they don't catch up with the target, they will always be in this slow exile state.

It seems that there is an invisible rope that connects them all.

And the thread is in the hands of Lord Gou, running around with it...

All the way, you encounter mountains and collide with mountains, and you encounter pillars and pillars.

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