The monks everywhere saw Zhao Jing. They didn't know what this was, but the white light lasted hundreds of thousands of miles and its momentum soared into the sky. This point is enough to prove that Mo Xian's high profile has almost been conveyed to the entire world of practice.

Li Guang snorted, and the dragon elephant on his arm finally broke away from his skin and turned into a real dragon and elephant. The dragon was hanging on Li Guang's body, but the elephant stepped towards Mo Xian. At the same time, the earrings on one of his ears also flew up and emitted golden light. The talismans in the middle lit up one by one, protecting him in the middle.

When Mo Xian saw the elephant stepping over, he smiled in his eyes. He pointed to Bai Zetu on his head. With a bang, Zhu Yan walked out of it, with a big stick in his hand, and a stick in his head, hitting the elephant's head. The elephant dispersed. After a while, it condensed again, but could not escape the white light range. Although Li Guang felt better, the continuous power did not disappear, and he was still like a living honey.

What's even more terrible is that Bai Guang tried his best to pull him away from the world in the picture. Although the speed was slow, he really felt a irresistible force that he pulled him into the world evolved by Bai Zetu. Even if he was under the power of the ninety-nine dragons, it was impossible to compete with a world after all.

Suddenly, a seven-star sword flew from the distant southern border. This is an innate magic weapon, an innate magic weapon produced by the world after the laws were improved, and was obtained by the Demon Cult.

On that day, twelve innate magic weapons were bred when the laws were perfected, which could have been further developed. It became a chaotic bottle of innate spiritual treasures, but as soon as the twelve magic weapons were released, they were fought for by major sects. There were only three in the world, one was the seven-star sword obtained by the Demon Cult, the other was the tower obtained by the Great Buddhism, and the other was the Hunyuan Pearl obtained by Mo Xian lucky. The other nine were obtained by various major sects and passed into the upper realm. The Eight Trigrams obtained by meeting the Immortal Sect is one of them. In this way, the world becomes incomplete again, just in line with the inability to perfect the world.

"Innate magic weapon!" Mo Xian's eyes shrank, and someone behind him took action. He said it was a sudden moment. At that time, Mo Xian's Zhaojing disappeared immediately, but Li Guang took the opportunity to take it out. The sword hit Mo Xian directly. Unless Mo Xian mobilized the Hunyuan Pearl in his body, he hesitated for a moment. The space fluctuated, and another innate magic weapon appeared. Two innate magic weapons collided in the void, and the space was broken. The huge space tide threw Mo Xian and Li Guang over. After this throw, there was a thousand miles between the two.

Li Guang's face was pale again. Although he was extremely strong in physique, he was still injured. Mo Xian was not injured, but it was not easy to be shaken. This time, from the perspective of the direction, Devadatta and the Netherworld leader should have taken action. It seems that these enemies are still hostile to each other.

If it weren't for the emergence of a Devadatta, the world's cultivation world would have been unified by the great Buddhism of the Netherworld Sect Master. Of course, without the Netherworld Sect Master, the world would have become a world of demons. Both of them were incompatible with Mo Xian, but Mo Xian became the beneficiary.

"The Netherworld Master, it's you again!" Devadatta's angry voice came from the void.

"Devadatha, as long as you take action, I will be there. We are incompatible with Buddhas and demons!" The voice of the Netherworld leader sounded.

Mo Xian clearly realized from this attack that compared with the weapon cultivation world, this world should be stronger than the weapon cultivation world in terms of top power, but because everyone practices, the total power of the weapon cultivation world should be many times greater than the world. The huge population base alone is enough to pile up this world to death.

When Mo Xian saw that things were not done, his body shook and turned into a golden light and flew straight towards the sky and the mountain. Mo Xian's return caused a stir in the world of cultivation, but it would soon be replaced by other things.

After more than a hundred years, he finally came back. He landed in front of the Great Array of Protection. In his opinion, the Great Array of Protection seemed simple, but it covered dozens of miles, and some places were obviously unreasonable. He looked at all from the perspective of instrument cultivation. The Imperial cultivation was meticulous in the relationship between matter, and everything had formulas. In his own world, the arrangement of the formation seemed much simpler.

Mo Xian stood in front of the sect protection formation for a while before saying, "Mo Xianzi, a disciple of the Immortal Sect, is back today. I will pay homage to all fellow Taoists, Master, and Sect Master!" After that, he knelt down, kowtowed three times before he stood up again. His voice was not high, but it spread throughout the Immortal Sect. Everyone seemed to be talking softly in his ears.

Many juniors in the Yuxian Sect, especially those who have only entered the school in the past hundred years, asked each other who Mo Xianzi was. A monk over a hundred years old told them about Mo Xian’s experience, and they learned that there was a Mo Xian Sect before, and many disciples of Mengsishan, some of them have become a generation of alchemy masters, and some have become a generation of weapon masters. When they heard Mo Xian’s voice, they were all overjoyed: “The teacher is back!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the formation burst out, and the main stream of Xiazi of the sect was alarmed, and people from all sides rushed over. Mo Xian looked around and saw his master Qianxuzi, his master Qianwuzi, his wife Lu Ru, Li Yu and Hu Dieyi, Ziyuan and Zichang and others all came, and returned his disciples Shi Chengqi, etc., but he did not know more newcomers, so Mo Xian greeted them one by one.

Liu Xiazi grabbed Mo Xian and laughed: "Since you were involved in the space turbulence more than a hundred years ago, we are all worried that you will be out of trouble today, and you will be happy!"

After asking how he spent so many years, Mo Xian smiled bitterly and said that he had no idea about time. He was the only one who had been in seclusion in the turbulent space. He was lucky to escape today. He did not know that the world had been over a hundred years. Fortunately, he finally realized something and was able to return.

Everyone came to congratulate him. Qianxuzi looked at Mo Xian for a while before saying, "Good boy, you have already stepped over to the Huanxu. You are a Huanxu cultivator now, and you can be on par with your master."

"The master will always be a master. If it weren't for the master's teaching, how could I be today?" Mo Xian said.

Hearing the conversation between the master and the disciple, everyone realized that Mo Xian's realm could not be seen clearly. He heard that Mo Xian was still empty, and everyone took a breath. His progress was too fast. Among everyone, Zi Chang had just entered the transformation of the gods for a while, and the rest of the people had not entered the transformation of the gods, just Li Yu. At present, it is only the peak of the Nascent Soul. The more you practice, the slower you progress, which is related to your own knowledge and insight. From this perspective, Mo Xian's speed is not fast. How many things he has experienced, his experience is almost impossible for others to accumulate over thousands of years.

Mo Xian is currently one of the top masters in this world. Of course, he is still a little far away from Devadatta and the Netherworld leader. After all, he cannot be compared with them.
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