Chapter 1426: The Three Profound Ancestors of Mojia
The Tianshan Holy Land was very prosperous in ancient times, not inferior to that of Mohism.
Nowadays, the Holy Land is gradually becoming lonely.
The Mohists have always been ambitious and have the intention of "engulfing" the Tianshan Holy Land.
The higher-ups of the Mo family have discussed this matter with the Holy Lord of Tianshan many times, but they have been declined by him every time.
He could feel that the Mo family had gradually lost patience and would break up with him sooner or later. Strictly speaking, Wang Teng's incident was just a trigger.
Xuan Xun also felt a little chilled.
People in the Holy Land have always felt that they are the best allies with the Mo family. Unexpectedly, this good friend would stab someone in the back.
"Then what should we do? Isn't it inevitable that the Mohist army will attack?" Xuan Xun's pretty face changed.
"That's not the case. With me guarding here, they may not dare to act rashly." The Holy Lord of Tianshan sneered and said.
There was an extremely powerful confidence in his tone. At this moment, his whole person seemed to be glowing, and there was a supreme courage in his words.
Xuan Xun nodded, knowing that the Holy Master had the capital to say such a thing.
"However, Wang Teng, you should go out to avoid the limelight. This is true." At this time, the Holy Lord of Tianshan suddenly said.
As long as Wang Teng is here, people from the Mo family will keep coming to visit him.
"Okay!" Wang Teng nodded, knowing that he couldn't be here anymore, otherwise it would only bring trouble to the Holy Land.
The next day, he said goodbye to the Holy Lord of Tianshan Mountain.
Xuan Xun came to see him off with tears in his eyes and hugged Wang Teng tightly.
She and Wang Teng were about to be separated like this from the beginning. Although she was reluctant to let go, she also understood that at this juncture, following Wang Teng would only hurt him.
The only thing she can look forward to now is to wait until the storm has passed and meet Wang Teng again.
"Wait for me here!" Wang Teng smiled and wiped away the tears in Xuan Xun's eyes and on his pretty face. After saying this, he bowed his hands towards the Holy Lord of Tianshan and left directly.
On the third day after Wang Teng left, the Mo family brought people as expected. This time they brought more people, densely packed, like an army approaching the city.
"Where's that little bastard Wang Teng? Let him come out and pay for the life of my great-great-grandson Shaoyang!" The leader is Mo Shaoyang's great-great-grandson!
This is an old man who has lived for endless years. His face is full of wrinkles. His face is like an orange peel, full of wrinkles. His eyes are weathered and the breath of time is flowing out. His aura is very astonishing.
"Sorry, Wang Teng has left!" The Holy Lord of Tianshan said with a faint smile while suspended in mid-air.
"Leaved?" Xuanzu Mo Shaoyang was startled, then sneered: "Impossible, how could he leave suddenly!"
"If you don't believe it, you can search it yourself!" The Holy Lord of Tianshan smiled faintly and made a gesture of invitation.
Mo Shaoyang, Xuanzu, felt something was wrong, so he ordered people to go search.
Although the Tianshan Holy Land is huge, they brought a lot of people this time, and it only took about half an hour to search it all.
"Reporting to the Third Profound Ancestor, there is indeed no Wang Teng in the Holy Land!" Someone reported.
It turned out that this old man ranked third among the people at the level of the Mohist Xuanzu.
This is a real fossil. If it were outside, it would definitely make the Three Thousand Realms tremble with a stamp of its feet.
"Not at all!" Sanxuan Ancestor frowned and used his powerful spiritual thoughts to cover the entire spiritual soil of the Tianshan Holy Land with a large spider web.
He didn't even miss an ant's hole, and in the end he couldn't find any trace of Wang Teng.
"It's time for him to believe it now. You don't have to come here to look for him anymore. Please come back!" the Holy Lord of Tianshan said.
Sanxuanzu's face darkened and he sneered: "Holy Lord Tianshan, you did this on purpose, right? Do you think that by taking Wang Teng away, we won't find trouble with you?"
After a pause, he added: "Since Wang Teng, that bastard, is gone, then let me take Xuan Xun away!"
As soon as these words came out, the Holy Lord of Tianshan's face immediately sank and said: "What do you mean!"
It could be heard that there was already a little anger in his tone.
"Hey, Xuan Xun is the daughter-in-law of my Mo family. Even though Mo Shaoyang is dead, there are still other talented people in our Mo family who can marry her!" San Xuan Ancestor said in a conspiratorial tone.
"Nonsense, Xuan Xun is the saint of my holy land, what do you think of her!" The Holy Lord of Tianshan finally became angry and shouted coldly, causing the shaking sky to tremble.
The other party is simply humiliating the entire Tianshan Holy Land!
"Hey, today, even if you don't agree, I have to take Xuan Xun away!" San Xuanzu said coldly.
He also hoped to use Xuan Xun to draw Wang Teng out.
"You think too highly of yourself, you might as well give it a try!" The Holy Lord of Tianshan's face turned cold and he said in a deep voice.
An incomparably powerful majesty overflowed from his tall and majestic body, instantly changing the color of the wind and clouds, causing the sun and moon to lose light, and the universe to tremble.
The mounts of countless Mohist disciples all banged, banged, banged... and instantly turned into blood mist, exploding on the spot, and the scene was in chaos.
Sanxuanzu's face also changed slightly, with a hint of anger in his eyes, and he sneered: "What a big tone, you dare to speak like this in front of me!"
boom!
After saying this, Sanxuan Ancestor stretched out a pair of big hands and directly moved towards the Holy Lord of Tianshan Mountain. The diameter of the big hands was not known to be many thousands of miles, like a piece of sky falling down.
The Tianshan Holy Land and the vast pure land began to crumble and collapse, as if they were about to disintegrate under this big hand.
Many disciples in the Tianshan Holy Land are weak and weak, their whole bodies are trembling uncontrollably, and their souls are trembling.
From their eyes, this palm is simply going to destroy the world, and the oppression caused to people is really too great.
"Hmph!" However, in response to this, the Holy Lord of Tianshan just sneered and punched him. The terrifying fist carried ten thousand feet of divine light and seemed to contain ten rounds of the sun.
Then the rolling light flooded the sky and enveloped the heaven and earth.
Ahhhh...
The power of this punch is really too strong, indestructible and extremely domineering.
The big hand of Sanxuan Ancestor exploded instantly and shattered into blood mist. Behind him, the endless Mohist army also exploded into a large area. Many disciples, including people and animals, were turned into bloody mud and died miserably on the spot.
This punch from the Holy Lord of Tianshan simply made a big hole in the sky, causing countless casualties.
The disciples of the Mo family were all frightened and backed away crazily, with chills running down their backs.
This punch has the potential to destroy the world and reverse the yin and yang, just like the method of a god.
The shadow this cast on their hearts was too great. Dozens of miles away, an old voice came from the ruins of a collapsed mountain.
