Amid everyone's astonished gazes, Mo Lean leaned on the railing and jumped in front of Mo Tingting. He stretched out his hand to help Mo Tingting up from the ground, and with a wave of his hand, he knocked away the two Mo Tingting brothers whose knees were shattered.
At this time.
Only then did someone recognize Mo Pinglan's identity.
"Don't lean on the railing? You are so brave, how dare you insult my uncle!"
Behind the man who was slapped by Mo Pinglan, an extremely arrogant young practitioner stepped forward, pointed his finger, and a blood jade sword bloomed. The jade sword was like a pendant, and the powerful aura of awe was like a burning flame. The snow falling from the sky was in the air.
It melted and evaporated under the sword energy.
The blood jade fire lin sword passed down from the ancestors of the Yan family.
The young man who took action was Yan Qing, the most talented disciple among the younger generation of the Yan family, who was also at the peak of the Seventh Realm.
The powerful sword energy made everyone around him subconsciously retreat.
Conflicts between families occur all the time, both overtly and covertly, so there are not a few people who are willing to watch the excitement.
Mo Tingting saw that the person who helped him was actually his son who he usually looked down on. His face was complicated, and he saw Yan Qing drawing his sword with extraordinary momentum. He shouted: "Junior of the Yan family, if you have the guts, come to me, don't target..."
Before Mo Tingting finished speaking, he heard the roar of a unicorn. The blood jade fire lin sword in Yan Qing's hand showed the shadow of the true spirit sword. He opened his lin claws and slashed across the head of Mo Tingting.
Mo Leiting's face turned pale and he retreated in panic, with a few strands of hair falling down in the wind.
A dignified cultivator of the Eight Realms was bullied and humiliated by his juniors on such an occasion, which immediately made the Mo family feel humiliated, while the Yan family burst into laughter.
Tit for tat.
Little did they know that people from other families were enjoying it even more, wishing that the conflict between the two families would become more intense.
"Uncle Mo, I came at you, but you didn't catch me." Yan Qing smiled arrogantly and turned to Mo Pinglan, "Mo Pinglan, you are not qualified to offer incense in front of me. If you insist on fighting for the first place, why not
How about kneeling down and worshiping me first?!"
Whoosh!
Mo Pianlan did not argue with each other in words. He only saw his figure flashing and appearing in front of Yan Qing in a strange way. He raised his hand and slapped three ear-scratches.
Yan Qing was stunned by three loud slaps, and stared blankly at the unfamiliar Mo Pinglan. His strong self-esteem was trampled on, making him furious.
"I kill you!"
Yan Qing raised the ancestral sword in his hand, a powerful aura of awe surged at the tip of the sword. The ancestor of the Yan family wrote the saint's calligraphy, which had a total of thirteen characters. Yan Qing started with the word "kill".
However, before the sword technique could take effect, Mo Pinglan reached out and flicked it with two fingers. The Blood Jade Fire Lin Sword whined and was knocked back to its original shape. Mo Pinglan flipped his wrist and snatched Yan Qing's sword strangely.
The tip rotated and touched Yan Qing's eyebrows. He kicked it with his foot and Yan Qing knelt down with a pop.
"Are you satisfied? Now your Yan family is in front!"
Mo Pinglan sneered, and suddenly turned the sword he had captured in his hand, exerting a slight force. In an instant, in front of the seventy-two sages, the light of the fire lin condensed into a flame of incense.
Mo Pinglan raised his wrist, and with a clang of the sword in his hand, he threw it towards the sea of clouds at the height of Jingting Mountain: "The legendary Blood Jade Fire Lin Sword is nothing special. If it falls into the hands of a useless person, it may not be able to conquer demons.
Eliminate demons and defend the Way!"
The Fire Lin Sword rose into the sky and turned into a true shadow of a unicorn that lingered in the clouds for a long time.
The hundreds of disciples in front of the monument of the Seventy-Two Supreme Saints were silent.
Mo family.
When did such a genius monster appear?
At this moment, a sudden change occurred above Jingting Mountain. I saw the blood jade fire lin sword roaring in its true spirit, and a strange sword lotus vortex appeared above the head. The sword intent poured down from the sky and the earth, sweeping the entire mountain.
Jingting Mountain shrouded the sky, and a sacred and terrifying thunder waterfall tore through the sky, followed by a barbaric aura that destroyed the heaven and earth.
The true spirit Qilin in the ancestral sword of the Yan family was swallowed up.
The strong wind swept across, and both Jingting Mountains began to sway violently in the sea of clouds.
The ancient bell rang rapidly.
Above Jingting Mountain, ten thousand swords gathered into one, whistling in all directions, as if searching for hidden enemies.
Thousands of practitioners in the holy courtyard all came out. The great scholars in various courtyards and halls were also alarmed. They looked up at the sky with horrified expressions: "What happened?"
With the old god present, Mo Fanchen raised his head in the sky and looked in the direction of Zhanlong Mountain, thoughtfully. But at this moment, his frost-white eyebrows slightly twisted. While everyone was looking at the sea of clouds, Mo Fanchen withdrew his gaze and looked at Qi
The stone tablet of the Twelve Most Holy Confucians, his eyelids suddenly jumped, and he shouted: "Everyone, get out of here quickly."
"Lean on the railing and come back!"
Mo Fanchen shouted again, but when the old man called his grandson Mo Pinglan, Mo Pinglan had already greased his feet, appeared behind the crowd, hugged his son, and didn't even care about the safety of his woman, Qu Lianghong.
Appearing directly a hundred feet away, he held his son in his arms and protected him tightly.
Almost at the same time, beneath the stone stele of the Seventy-two Most Holy Confucians, the thousand-year-old bluestone suddenly shattered, and a mysterious dragon emerged from the root of the mountain. The seal array hidden in the seventy-two Most Holy Confucian stele suddenly covered the entire holy courtyard.
But even so, the destructive power mixed with the Xuansha Dragon when it broke through the seal instantly annihilated hundreds of nearby cultivators.
"ah!"
The screams were echoing, and more people were wiped out without even letting out any screams.
Yan Qing, the most outstanding figure among the younger generation of the Yan family, only succumbed to the evil spirit twice, and his body turned into white bones.
The sudden change caused many disciples of hundreds of schools to freeze on the spot, forgetting to even escape.
"retreat!!"
Mo Fanchen's voice was mixed with the majesty of a gentleman, and the voice of Confucianism awakened the crowd. A book of saints was sacrificed by Mo Fanchen, and instantly turned into a golden shield, giving the people in front of the monument of the Seventy-Two Saints a few breaths of time to escape.
Swish, swish, swish!
In the sky, countless figures fled in panic towards the Bodhi tree planted by the Master and towards the Sixth Courtyard.
At various key places in Jingting Mountain, dozens of great scholars were alerted and came together.
Including the five presidents of the Sixth Academy, Li Jingyuan, Li Muzhi, Tian Xingyan, Xiao Qinse, and Ren Xiaoyao, as well as many great scholars and elders from the Sage Hall, Tianshu Pavilion, and Wangchuan Pavilion.
The mountain protection formation at Jingting Mountain has been opened.
But that mysterious black dragon has broken through the first seal of the seventy-two boundary monuments, roaring wildly in the sky, and the terrifying sound waves almost destroyed most of the buildings in Jingting Mountain. What is even more terrifying is that at the foot of Jingting Mountain, the sea of clouds,
There is demonic energy surging in all of them.
In just a moment, the sky suddenly turned dark, like a scene from the end of the world!
"how so?"
Many pavilion elders, great scholars, and even figures like Li Muzhi, Tian Xingyan, and Xiao Qinse who had practiced in the Holy Academy for hundreds of years were just hovering far away in the air, with expressions of confusion, panic, and disbelief.
How could the Millennium Holy Monastery, Jingting Mountain, which is extremely sacred in the hearts of practitioners in the Sixteenth Prefecture, have evil dragons sealed in it? What’s even more terrifying is, how could there be thousands of demons sealed under Jingting Mountain!