Mo Lao, who was possessed by the ghost, frowned. He suddenly found that he had lost control of most of the crow hag.
The crow hags who besieged Mrs. Crow turned to attack him, and he had to take a group of the crow hags that besieged Chen Yang to deal with the hags controlled by Mrs. Crow.
The pressure on Chen Yang instantly decreased a lot.
He looked at the young master and said, "Let's go? Or should we save Mr. Mo?"
The young master looked ugly, and he could see that Chen Yang had put a lot of effort into protecting them. At this time, "Old Mo" was being attacked by the hag, which was a good opportunity for them to escape.
But once he escapes, his trip will be in vain. Mr. Mo will be taken away by the ghost, and there will be no chance to save him.
The disciples of Xiaoyao Sect did not dare to speak, anxiously waiting for the young master to make a decision.
But the young master seemed to consider everyone's comfort and hesitated to speak.
Chen Yang sighed and said calmly: "I will try to save Mr. Mo first. If it doesn't work, it won't be too late to escape."
After hearing what Chen Yang said, the young master finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Just do what Brother Chen said."
The most powerful among the group was Chen Yang. What he was most worried about was that if Chen Yang refused to save people, then they would have to give up rescuing Mr. Mo. At this time, when Chen Yang spoke, the young master naturally had no objection.
Chen Yang looked at "Old Mo" who was controlled by the ghost, and shouted loudly: "Old man, get out of Mr. Mo's body, and I will let you go!"
He determined that the ghost on Mr. Mo's body came from the ruins, that is, the rumored ancient cultivator.
"Mr. Mo" burst out laughing when he heard this, "Just you, you want to kill me, in a few years!"
"I see that your cultivation is good, why don't you give up your physical body, and I will let this old man go!"
"It seems there's nothing to talk about?"
Chen Yang's face turned gloomy.
He turned to look at the disciples of Xiaoyao Sect and said: "Take the young master away first, and leave Mr. Mo's affairs to me!"
"But......"
The young master hesitated for a moment. What else did he want to say, but he suddenly thought of the worst case scenario, that is, Chen Yang would most likely kill Mr. Mo when he could not save him. At that time, would he have the heart to watch Mr. Mo die?
If he stops Chen Yang then, he will definitely put everyone in danger.
The young master thought that it was impossible to watch Mr. Mo die, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and agree to leave.
While Mrs. Crow could still control the Crow Hag to compete with "Old Mo", the Xiaoyao Sect disciples hurriedly covered the young master and fled towards the exit of the mountain stronghold.
"Old Mo" didn't seem to care about the escape of a few practitioners with low cultivation. Instead, he looked at Mrs. Crow who controlled the Crow Hag, and then raised his eyebrows.
"The Jiyin blood in your body is suitable for my resurrection, so let's start with you first!"
"Old Mo" suddenly laughed ferociously, jumped over the crowd of crow hags, and rushed towards Mrs. Crow.
In just a blink of an eye, "Old Mo" fell in front of Mrs. Crow and grabbed Mrs. Crow's neck.
"Let, let me go!"
Mrs. Crow was lifted up by "Mr. Mo" and struggled in mid-air.
Tian Xingjian turned his head, looked at "Mr. Mo" with his mouth wide open, and said in shock: "Xiao Chen, does Mr. Mo have the strength of the Celestial Realm?"
The speed "Mo Lao" showed at this moment made Tian Xingjian stunned.
Chen Yang was also silent. Mo Lao's original strength was not as good as his, but now his cultivation has reached the celestial realm.
A practitioner who has just entered the inner realm is no match for "Old Mo" and cannot even break free from Old Mo.