Ye Muyu's face changed slightly. He looked at Mo Zong and said seriously, "I don't know what the wise and powerful Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty would think if he heard what you said."
Mo Zong smiled faintly, "In fact, no matter what I think or say, he and the old woman in the palace will not trust me. What's more, you know, I am a southerner after all."
Hearing his words, the faces of the followers behind Ye Muyu changed drastically, and their eyes were full of disbelief.
This legendary Master Demon Sect of the Northern Wei Dynasty, whom all the people of the Northern Wei Dynasty respected as a god...he was not a practitioner born in the Northern Desert of the Northern Wei Dynasty, but a practitioner from the Southern Dynasties?
Ye Muyu's expression has returned to calm.
"The war between the dynasties was finally won or lost, but according to what you think, you seem to be invincible." He looked at the Demon Sect and said more seriously, "It's just that the so-called homeland does not mean that you can rebel whenever you want. Come back and save me."
"This is just your idea. Many people will be forced by the situation." Mo Zong smiled slightly and said, "Shen Yue is dead, He Xiuxian is dead, and the remaining one is completely old. No one can refuse it outright."
Ye Muyu laughed, but his face looked extremely solemn, "Because of this, I can't let that happen, so I will try to kill you."
After hearing his words, Mo Zong's smile became even stronger. He reached out his hand and took off the bamboo hat he was wearing.
When his bamboo hat came off the top of his head, the pupils of several followers behind Ye Muyu shrank violently in an instant.
They saw in disbelief that the legendary Master of the Demon Sect of the Northern Wei Dynasty did not have any hair on his head, but on his forehead, which was as bright as a blue mirror, there was a fragrant scar of holding the precepts.
There were many ascetics in the desert land of the Northern Wei Dynasty. Seventy-eight out of ten sects were sects where ascetics gathered. However, the vast majority of the ascetic sects in the Northern Wei Dynasty did not hold this kind of precepts. And before, the Demon Sect claimed to be southerners. Could it be that This legendary Master of the Demon Sect of the Northern Wei Dynasty was actually a monk in the Southern Dynasty in his early years?
They didn't have much time to be shocked.
This bamboo hat was cracked.
A flavor accumulated in it suddenly bloomed and turned into countless talismans, shuttling through the forest like countless invisible ghosts.
Drawn by the talisman, the trunks of many trees suddenly cracked, and the crystal sap inside seeped out, and then flowed down the trunks.
Countless drops of crystal sap fell down the trunk, forming an inexplicably huge array.
There was a loud echo high in the sky and in the distant mountains, as a terrifying amount of vitality gathered, and countless strands of energy condensed into pills, falling like majestic torrential rain.
"What a great formation of heavenly destruction."
Ye Muyu sincerely praised him. He stretched out his right hand and index finger, and pointed towards the sky with one index finger.
The true energy compressed to the extreme shot out from his fingertips and turned into countless golden needles.
Countless golden needles pierced the sky, and each needle exuded an aura that penetrated everything but was eternal.
Countless balls of energy condensed into pills fell into this mountain forest, countless trees shattered, countless holes appeared on the hard rock ground, and streams of smoke poured out from the ground like fountains.
However, the surroundings of Ye Muyu and the followers behind him were calm, without any energy falling here.
Mo Zong's expression was also calm and unchanged. His face shone with a layer of divine brilliance. He seemed to have turned into a god and Buddha in the temple, and the look in his eyes was full of compassion.
He shook his sleeves and stretched out his hand.
With a bang, Ye Muyu still stood still, while the followers behind him all flew backwards, like fallen leaves blown away by the strong wind.
His palms stood erect in front of him, but a huge golden palm print appeared in front of Ye Muyu with a bright and cold, chilling atmosphere.
Everything in front of Ye Muyu turned into powder.
Grass, trees and rocks disappeared one after another.
However, facing this terrifying force, he calmly closed his eyes.
A transparent silk thread appeared in front of him.
This huge golden palm print seemed to have landed on his body, but it split in front of this transparent silk thread.
This golden giant palm was cut open in the middle and divided into two pieces.
boom!
A deep ravine suddenly appeared in the mountains and forests on both sides of Yemu Valley. A huge force rushed all the crushed debris towards the mountains and forests on both sides, causing countless huge waves to sound in the mountains and forests.
The sound of slapping.
The Demon Sect watched all this calmly.
In the depths of his pupils, there were countless little bits of black meaning that were constantly shattering.
The many black crystal pills that continued to remain in the countless meridians in his body also continued to break. These crystal pills turned into crystal droplets, and then instantly turned into surging airflow.
Countless black air currents rushed out of his skin, gathering the vitality that filled the place and turning into countless rays of black light.
Instead, the area in front of Ye Muyu became brighter.
He crushed a piece of jade talisman with his left hand. The moment countless fragments flowed out from his fingertips, many crystal light stars floated in front of him.
Many black lights disappeared, but some of them were refracted back and fell on the Demon Sect.
Dozens of tiny holes appeared on Mo Zong's body, and dozens of faint blood mist poured out from behind him.
At this moment, Mo Zong took a deep breath.
A dark force in the forest surged into his body as he breathed.
"I didn't expect that my junior sister gave you the only thing that could save her life. It's just a pity that you can't kill me today. As long as I see her in the future, she won't have any means of resistance." He took a deep breath,
Then he slowly exhaled this breath and said with some emotion.
Ye Muyu raised his hand.
He didn't speak.
Because when he raised his hand, the demon sect who was speaking was already in front of him.
Mo Zong's hand fell on his, and their hands were like two bridges.
Ye Muyu's expression was extremely solemn, his body was as motionless as a rock, but the black stars in Mo Zong's eyes continued to bloom like fireworks.
With a bang, Mo Zong's body flew backwards.
He fell heavily to the ground, and many wounds in front of him opened, and black blood continued to flow.
Blood rushed out from his mouth and nose, but he still sat up slowly, looked at Ye Muyu with emotion, and said, "Ye Muyu, for this battle, I will set up the formation here first, and then use words
Motivate you so that you must kill me with all your strength and not be able to care about yourself. I still lost this battle, but although you defeated me, you failed to kill me, but you lost your life."
"does it worth?"
In the next moment, he laughed wildly.
Amidst his wild laughter, the countless already split trees in this mountain forest were all shattered, and countless wood chips flew into the air, before his figure suddenly disappeared.
"Vice President Ye!"
Several screams of grief and grief echoed in the forest.