The current Qianluo City is like a deflating balloon, its volume is constantly getting smaller and its shell is getting thicker and thicker.

The debris of the building was pushed and rolled inward, surging like huge waves in the ocean.

Except for them and the twenty or so Nascent Soul level monks, all the other Iron Wolf Sect monks, including the five thousand wolf riders, had all been wrapped up in the wreckage and crushed into pieces of flesh and blood.

Those were elite troops that the Iron Wolf Sect could not easily train. The loss of one thousand was enough to make people feel heartbroken. Now five thousand Iron Wolf Cavalry, plus a large number of pill-forming monks, were all lost here.

For the Iron Wolf Sect, the lack of such a force will have to be uncomfortable for a long time.

But the seven Iron Wolf Sect's god-forming elders don't have the time to think about future problems.

They flew around the entire inner space, and were finally forced back to their original place by the rolling waste.

They put their last hope on Mr. Ban.

They are both gods, but they don't believe that there are people who are willing to leave no escape route for themselves to cut off the retreat for others.

"Old man, tell me where the exit is! Otherwise I will kill you right now!"

Surrounded by seven avatars with murderous intent, Old Man Ban was still smiling, and he was smiling happily.

"The old man can die in Qianluo City and be buried with you guys. He is truly lucky!"

As he spoke, he took out a key and inserted it into his heart.

The final mechanism hidden in his body was running wildly, squeezing his life, inspiring more spiritual energy, and continuing to fight with them with the remaining puppets.

Eventually, with the continuous compression of space, their space for activities completely disappeared.

In the end, the old man laughed loudly and expanded his body with all the puppets, and launched the final self-destruction!

Without any buffering room, the damage suffered by such a self-destructing puppet of the same level or even a monk of the same level can be fatal.

....

Looking at Jiang Li, the remaining monks from Mo Sect have all gathered into the core secret room under his guidance.

But even though there were traps and traps to rely on, they suffered heavy losses. There are now only a little over a hundred people left.

Judging from the number of people alone, it was even more miserable than the village Jiang Li first saw in the fantasy world.

"Are you all here? Without further ado, I used the Mozi Order to activate Qianluo City's last resort, Qianluo Jizo. Now, the only way to leave here is through this secret room. If it's too late, even we will

Can't leave."

Jiang Li felt the situation in Qianluo City and urged them to count the number of people.

"Grandma Zi, Grandpa Ben hasn't come out yet!

Ziyao stood at the door of the core secret room, unwilling to leave.

"Ziyao, come back, old man Ban, he is ready to wake up. Let's go!"

Mozi Ling is actually a permission token produced by Qianji Spirit Ball, which can fully control Qianluo City.

But after today, this token will probably only have a little symbolic meaning.

Jiang Li reached into the Qianji Spirit Ball and grabbed a token from it.

But the others couldn't see the spirit ball, so they thought Jiang Li had made a move in vain and took out the token.

Enter spiritual energy.

Composed of thousands of rectangular blocks, the core secret chamber like a Rubik's Cube was completely sealed, and then moved laterally and crashed directly into the surrounding walls.

Wherever the secret room passes, various wall obstacles automatically unfold, forming a passage that is just right for the Rubik's Cube secret room to pass through.

After leaving the secret room, the walls quickly closed again, cutting off the possibility of others escaping.

The matrix room passed through layers of obstacles and finally rushed out of Qianluo City.

Looking back, the entire Qianluo City has turned into a big ball of machinery, which is still moving and shrinking inward.

The few Iron Wolf Sect monks outside were still attacking the big trap ball like crazy.

However, the number of modifications from the outside world is too small, and the attack intensity is far from enough. Even if dozens of flying boats continue to attack, it is like scraping the big ball of Qianluo City that has entered the state of Qianluo Ksitigarbha, and cannot do anything at all.

How much effect does it have.

By the time Qianluo City had shrunk to its limit, the interior had become completely solid, pinning the remaining cultivators in place.

Buzz!

At this time, the surface of Qianluo Jizo Ball suddenly shook, and a huge force exploded inside.

Seeing this, the goddess Zi Granny couldn't help but lower her head sadly, and Ziyao and others also shed tears.

Inside the big machine ball, Ban Lao and all his puppets self-destructed simultaneously, inflicting a fatal blow to the seven gods in a confined space close to their faces.

After being sealed by Qianluo Ksitigarbha and suffering such a blow, he no longer had the ability to even breathe and wait for the sect to rescue him.

The whole big ball began to rotate continuously, and finally suddenly sank into the ground.

A huge, bottomless hole was left in its place.

Then the pre-embedded formations around the city were activated. The ground around the big hole began to collapse, and a large amount of soil and rocks tilted down, completely burying the big hole again.

Qianluo City brought a large number of people from the Iron Wolf Sect and buried them deep underground.

The city itself is the largest and most dangerous trap.

The Iron Wolf Sect failed to steal the chicken, but instead suffered heavy losses. This outcome shocked the world of immortal cultivation in the Eastern Region.

Everyone thinks that Momen is like fish on the chopping board. If you want to cut it horizontally, you can cut it horizontally, and if you want to cut it lengthwise, you can cut it lengthwise.

I didn't expect them to be able to play like this, so I asked you to enter the jar and chop off one of the Iron Wolf Sect's claws.

The Momen monks, who everyone thought had been completely destroyed, were silently crowded in the matrix room, flying towards the west under the cover of illusion.

"Grandma Zi, I got the Mozi Order. You said before that if you hold the Mozi Order, the Mohist disciples should obey it. Does this still count?"

What Jiang Li said was somewhat inappropriate.

The other party had just encountered such a disaster, nearly annihilating the family.

I rush to ask the other party to obey orders, which is somewhat inappropriate.

But Momen didn't stand to be angry, because if it wasn't for Jiang Li, they would have died in their own city long ago.

Even if he doesn't die, it's only because he is imprisoned by his subordinates, and his future life and death will be determined by his enemies. That kind of life is simply worse than death.

"Don't worry, Alliance Leader Jiang. You saved us and were a great favor to Momen. You also received the Mozi Order. Even if you want to become the leader of Momen, there will be no problem."

"This is our merit token. It represents the merits of the 630,000-faced ladyboys. Please keep it!"

Granny Zi knew very clearly what Jiang Li wanted, and it was nothing more than those meritorious deeds.

At this point, she simply took out the merit card that was coveted by a large number of sects in the Eastern Region.

After all, for a long time to come, the fate of their Momen will be tied to Jiang Li's words.

When you rely on others, you must have the attitude of relying on others.

Jiang Li took the sign.

It doesn't feel very heavy in the hand, but the weight it represents is not light. What is recorded on it is the desperate efforts of a sect.

Jiang Li put away the merit card, and the Chongshan Alliance's first step into the Eastern Region to join the Si Shen Temple was finally completed successfully.

It was not in vain that he went deep into the tiger's den and worked hard for seven or eight days.

In turn, he also gave the other party something.

That was the Mozi Ling taken out of the Qianji Spirit Ball.

Qianluo City has been destroyed, and this token has no value to Jiang Li. He is not interested in taking more than a hundred people to rebuild Momen, so he just returned the token to them as a favor.

"I said that as long as you join the Chongshan Alliance, you will not be given any restrictions and your safety will be protected. This sentence is still valid."

"Before, there was no Mozi Order, so you couldn't elect a sect leader. Now it's back to the original owner. It's better to elect a leader as soon as possible and rebuild the sect."

Grandma Zi looked at the token in her hand, and then at Jiang Li who looked indifferent, feeling infinitely sad in her heart.

The Mozi Order that they regard as a treasure is just a useless brand in the eyes of others. Those dogmas and rules of their own are probably not worth mentioning in the eyes of others.

Or, for Jiang Li, the position of Mozi is just a burden and has no value.

After all, Jiang Li has the Sutra Valley and the Chongshan League behind him, so how could he care about them?

Of course, the useless Mozi Ling was returned to them, but the Thousand Intelligence Spirit Ball was not even a thought. This thing is a good treasure. With it as the core, it is impossible to build another machine city.

The flying speed of the matrix room is not slow.

The invisibility effect under the cover of illusion is also quite good.

They headed west and soon arrived at the place where they had previously met with the senior officials of the Chongshan League.

The elders, protectors and hermit monks were already waiting there early.

The main force of the sect and the seven senior officials were all buried underground, and the Iron Wolf Sect monks were unable to dig up the ground in time to rescue them.

How could there be any thought to seal off the Wuduan Mountains?

Even if they still had that thought, they no longer had that ability when all the god-transforming monks who went on the expedition fell.
To be continued...