After more than an hour, the battle ceased. Zhuo Bufan and others were exhausted and returned to their original positions.
In comparison, Mo Wangchen seemed to have endless power and became more and more brave in the battle. Even now, even his breathing has not changed much.
"To be honest, if you use all your strength, how long will it take to defeat the nine of us?" Cao Mingle finally couldn't help but ask.
Hearing this, everyone looked at Mo Wangchen, eager to know the answer.
"If you try your best..."
Mo Wangchen's face was startled for a moment, and then he said, "Within one move."
This is no lie, Mo Wangchen has many tricks up his sleeve, and he can kill even an ordinary demigod-level expert with just a few clicks.
Not to mention people like Zhuo Bufan who are still at the level of the Immortal Realm.
"He is indeed a pervert."
Everyone was stunned, naturally they would not doubt Mo Wangchen's words, and from the previous confrontation, they could also feel that Mo Wangchen might not have used even half of his strength.
"When do you plan to leave again when you come back this time?" Zhuo Bufan finally asked a question that everyone was concerned about.
Mo Wangchen was silent, "It shouldn't take long. In fact, I plan to move the Mo family to Daluo Heaven. If you are willing, you can also go with us."
"migrate?"
After hearing Mo Wangchen's words, everyone's faces were slightly shocked.
Moving a whole family is not something that can be done casually.
What's more, it is too difficult to transmit on a large scale.
It's not like Mo Wangchen has never thought about how difficult it would be to implement this, but since things like the Demonic Dragon Clan will happen, it is inevitable that such things will happen again in the future.
It would be better for him to move his worries directly to the Great Luo Heaven Realm, where it would be protected by the Holy Mountain Formation. Even if the quasi-god comes, he will not be afraid.
As for how to send so many people to Daluo Heaven at once, this is a question worth thinking about.
Over the past nine hundred years, the Great White Dog has studied the true secrets of fighting so thoroughly, maybe it has a way.
Mo Wangchen only mentioned the relocation to Zhuo Bufan and others. As for whether they were willing to leave, Mo Wangchen would not force them.
After all, these people were all born in Tiannan, so there must be many things they can't let go of here.
That night, everyone drank freely, and all of them got drunk and fell asleep on the spot.
Early the next morning, Mo Wangchen was the first to wake up. He left the place and came to the tomb of Saint Piaomiao again.
"Buzz..."
He stretched out his palm fingers, and in an instant, infinite laws condensed in the void, turning into a big illusory eye, like the eyes of a ghost, which made people dare not look directly.
This is a magical power that Mo Wangchen, as an envoy of the underworld, was given by Ksitigarbha.
With the eyes of the underworld, you can see all the souls in the world!
"Sure enough, it's still there..."
The eyes of the underworld were like the eyes of a ghost, scanning the world. Mo Wangchen stood quietly on the spot. After a while, he seemed to have made a discovery.
He raised his hand and waved, and the Tongming Eye disappeared in an instant, and then he pointed out one after another in the void with his fingers.
"Buzz buzz..."
The ripples spread, and not long after, an illusory sandalwood as big as a palm appeared in his hand.
Mo Wangchen threw the sandalwood in his hand into the air, and then, wisps of mist spread out from it, looking in all directions.
"Thirteen, what are you doing?"
Zhuo Bufan and others had already been awakened and rushed over.
"Calling the soul." Mo Wangchen said matter-of-factly.
"Recruit...recruit spirits?"
Everyone looked at each other, a little dumbfounded. Ren Qingcheng couldn't help but said, "Thirteen, when did you learn the tricks of the ancient Maoshan Divine Sect? And you still summon spirits..."
Mo Wangchen did not explain anything, he looked around, when the scent of the fragrant sandalwood in the Piaomiao Palace reached a certain level of concentration.
Finally, some changes have taken place in the world here.
"Huhuhu..."
In vain, the wind howled, and the entire Misty Palace became much darker, as if the night was about to fall.
"Could Thirteen really be summoning spirits? Why do I feel so sinister..."
Cao Mingle shuddered. As cultivators, they didn't have to be too afraid of things like ghosts and evil spirits, but now they couldn't help but feel a little scared inside.
"His soul... is too weak... and it has been wandering here for more than nine hundred years..."
Mo Wangchen frowned slightly, and then pointed out again. In mid-air, the fragrant sandalwood trembled slightly, exuding a richer fragrance.
"Buzz..."
Finally, after half a quarter of an hour, the void around Xiangtan suddenly fluctuated extremely restlessly, and dots of stars appeared one after another, and then condensed.
Under the incredible gazes of Cao Mingle and others, those stars finally condensed into a figure.
"This is not..."
"The Misty Saint?!"
Zhuo Bufan had a look of shock on his face. He was from Beiming, so he had naturally seen the Piaomiao Saint.
But didn't the other party already fall more than 900 years ago?
"Oh my god... I'm really summoning spirits!"
Everyone was dumbfounded and some were speechless. They just thought that Mo Wangchen was playing tricks, but they never thought that the other party was actually summoning souls. Even the souls of people who died more than 900 years ago could be summoned.
Summoned, this would be too incredible.
"you……"
In mid-air, the soul of the misty Holy Lord looked extremely weak. His eyes were confused and fell on Mo Wangchen.
"senior!"
Mo Wangchen paid his respects to him very respectfully. No matter how many years passed, the contribution that Piaomiao Shengzun had made to him could never be erased.
Then, under the gaze of Zhuo Bufan and others, Mo Wangchen opened a door to the underworld and sent the soul of the Misty Saint in.
"Thirteen, tell me the truth, how did you do it?"
It wasn't until the door to Hades finally disappeared that everyone finally came to their senses.
Mo Wangchen smiled, and then said, "I have the status of a dark envoy, so..."
He briefly explained the matter to Zhuo Bufan and others.
"Is there really Hades in this world?"
Everyone was surprised when they heard this, which subverted their cognition.
"You can just listen to these things. Remember not to spread them everywhere." Mo Wangchen reminded.
That day, they continued to drink and talk about what had happened in the past nine hundred years.
It wasn't until evening that Mo Wangchen said goodbye to them and told them that he would take the Mo family to move to Daluo Heaven soon. If they were willing to go with him, he could send someone to send a message to the Mo family.
After leaving Piaomiao Palace, Mo Wangchen moved all the way south.
Two hours later, he arrived at a certain sect.
Dan Zong!
In the past, Mo Wangchen stayed here for a while, but now that he has returned, things have changed.
He hid in the void without alerting anyone, glanced at the sect, and then left again, heading towards Yun Kingdom.