The people in the village were watching Mo Long's killing spree and were running away in panic, but when they heard such a loud roar, they knew that the savior had come, and they all knelt down and begged.
A handle of light red light came in an instant, carrying a billowing heat wave that cut through the air, and slashed directly at the man in the form of Molong.
Mo Long did not dare to look down upon him and hurriedly dodged. His shoulder was still cut open, and blood flowed out, turning a strange purple-red color. The hot blood sizzled as it fell to the ground, corroding away the surface soil.
But he was not angry. Instead, he laughed and said: "It turns out that I am a descendant of Old Man Yang. I thought he was somewhat capable, but it seems that he is still far behind compared to your ancestors. Why, it was I who took your ancestors' The swords were all broken, and now there are no good swords left?”
The swordsman surnamed Yang stood in the air by the wind, looking down at the man indifferently, without saying a word.
Mo Long said disdainfully: "Tch, the look of being stinky and looking down on others is exactly the same as your ancestors. You really think you are invincible. Do you want me to give you some knowledge?"
The sword immortal surnamed Yang said calmly: "You haven't been out for hundreds of years. You have been alone for too long and you have become a talkative?"
"It seems a bit. I feel much more comfortable smelling the air in the Central Realm. I don't know how much longer I can smell it."
"If you want to destroy the Central Territory, you asked me and Akadama if we agree!"
The sword seemed to have heard the call and quickly returned to his hand with a clanking sound.
Molong looked at him contemptuously, his eyes seeming to say you can give it a try.
The red jade couldn't stand the provocation, so it flew out in an instant and rushed towards its chest. It did not dodge, stretched out two fingers to clamp the sword blade, and the sword tip stopped an inch in front of the chest, and could not advance any further.
Then he twisted his fingers, and the sword made a sharp sound as if it was under great threat.
The expression of the Heavenly Sword Immortal changed greatly, and he quickly recalled his red jade, but there was no response.
When the stalemate was deadlocked, another stream of light hit directly from the sky. It didn't panic and stretched out its other hand to resist. The ground was sunk half a person's height by this blow.
Mo Long finally felt a little tired. He stood firm and looked at several more figures flashing from the horizon. He laughed boldly and said, "I haven't recovered yet, so I won't play with you juniors. We will meet again next time." Goodbye!"
As soon as his fingers were loosened, the sword finally got rid of its shackles and returned to Yang Jianxian's hand. The person who turned into a stream of light and smashed down was swept away by the force of it. It then transformed back into its true form, the dragon, shuttled through the clouds, and flew away.
The following people used their magic weapons to attack, but they couldn't hurt it. Just as they were about to pursue it, a sharp beast roar sounded from the other side of the Lingjiang River. It was obvious that a strong person was coming to respond, and they could only watch Molong escape.
Several strong men from the middle domain were suspended in the air, their expressions ugly. The surrounding villagers regarded them as saviors, and they all knelt down and shouted: "Thank you gods for saving our lives!"
The people in the sky didn't even look, looking at the direction Mo Long escaped in silence.
A woman said: "Mo Long escaped, and he will definitely attack again in the future. What should we do now?"
"It is a matter of great importance to the world. It should be announced to all parts of the world, and people should be organized to fight the enemy together."
"What about the Molong? Is there any of us who can be its opponent?"
The man holding the sword said: "Zong Master Li, I would like to make a request to you. Lend me your sect's Sun-Transforming Tower to help me understand. Maybe it will allow me to further my practice. Is that okay?"
A woman looked displeased and said, "The Sun-Turning Tower of our sect has been snatched away by people from the Demon Sect a long time ago. Is it possible that Sect Master Yang has forgotten it?"
"With Sect Master Qin's assistance that day, I'm afraid the Demon Sect's people alone won't be able to steal your sect's treasure, right?"
"Sect Leader Yang, can't you trust me? You can ask Sect Leader Qin, Demon Sect Xue Shenggui personally took action that day, we fought to the death to save the sect, but you didn't come to help us!"
The man surnamed Yang was scolded and said displeasedly: "I was in retreat that day, and it was a critical moment when I received your message. I really can't come."
"That's why the pagoda was snatched away by the Demon Sect. If Sect Leader Yang has the ability, he can borrow it from the Demon Sect, but I won't accompany him!" After saying this, she finally couldn't bear it anymore and turned into a rainbow and left.
Yang Jianxian ignored her, turned to another man dressed like a Taoist priest, and said, "Can you lend me Taoist Master Taiqu's "Guihua Yuan Shu" for my study?"
The Taoist priest was furious and said: "You have broken my junior sister Lin's heart. She has suffered a great loss in cultivation, ruined her future. She no longer has the frame of mind to practice, and she still has the nerve to borrow things from me!"
Yang Jianxian looked at him fiercely and said word by word: "The demons are in front, and everyone is still caring about their past grudges. Do we really want to let the demons break through the central realm?"
The Taoist priest ignored him, and no one around him agreed with him. His face turned purple with anger and he turned and left.
The remaining people looked at each other. Taiqu Taoist scolded: "You are so stubborn and arrogant! You usually do things regardless of the consequences and offend people everywhere. I don't know how such a person became the leader of the clan!"
The others were silent, agreeing with these words.
It took a long time for the old Taoist priest to calm down and said to the people around him: "I lost my temper for a moment. What do you think we should do next?"
"I think we should go back and tell the world first, and then form alliances with the major sects to make early preparations for future wars."
"What Sect Leader Bai said makes sense. We must take measures to deal with it as soon as possible. But what about this small village now?"
Taoist Master Taiqu said: "My incompetent Junior Brother Sun is in East Fuyao Continent now, let him deal with this mess."
After hearing this, Sect Leader Bai smiled and said, "You mean Sun Xiang? You don't know how many people he has offended in East Fuyao Continent? Are you afraid he is hiding somewhere and dare not come out?"
"I just want him to learn a lesson, otherwise he will hide outside all day without returning to the mountain and leave everything to me, an old man. I am so busy that he is enjoying his leisure time outside?"
Afterwards, everyone's atmosphere became much more peaceful, and they all made serious plans to deal with the disaster.
Everyone who survived in the village was trembling with fear. What happened today was beyond their understanding. They didn't know what to do next.
Xu Huaigu was by the Lingjiang River and saw Li Zi disappear out of thin air in the blink of an eye. He was surprised when he saw the ink dragon flying back to the other side. My memory seems to be out of date and I can't figure out what happened.
In the village, Li Zi sat among a group of people whose bodies had been cut off, holding her father who was beaten to a black and swollen face and crying. And his father was frightened by the misery of the people around him and whispered: "How could this happen... They should not have died..."
On a cliff not far away, a little boy stared blankly at the huge changes in the village, not understanding what was happening.
The boy is Zhang Xiaohe. He originally knew that after his mother was killed and his uncle was killed, his heart was filled with despair and he no longer had any desire to live, so he went to the cliff and prepared to jump off. But they saw a lot of movement on the other side of the river. A terrifying giant dragon appeared out of the sky, and he was talking to someone and decided to kill the priest. Then several more dazzling lights appeared from the sky, flying towards the dragon one by one.
He was so stunned that he forgot to commit suicide for a moment. Now that the giant dragon flew away again, he suddenly realized that he was still on the edge of the cliff.
He came back to his senses. There was really nothing left to miss in this world. Watching a shocking chaos before his death was not a life spent in vain.
Just as he had this thought in his mind, he suddenly burped. I was planning to die because I couldn't waste the food at home, and I could still be a well-fed ghost.
He smiled and looked around, saying his final farewell to this world.
There was a high cliff in front of him. He took a step forward, took a look, felt dizzy, and took a few steps back.
He then thought to himself: "Zhang Xiaohe, are you such a coward? You don't even dare to die! All your relatives have left you, don't you even have the courage to go find them!"
He stood up angrily, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. Regardless of everything, he rushed forward. He could feel his feet falling, but he didn't seem to be falling. How is this going?
He looked back and saw a young Taoist priest grabbing his back collar.
The man was slender, with long eyebrows like swords, and a pair of narrow eyes looking at him curiously. The first thing he felt at first glance was: How could there be such a beautiful man in this world?
The man picked him up for a while, but didn't put him down or pull him back. Instead, he said, "What's so hard to think about, little kid, that you want to seek death and survive?"
Zhang Xiaohe felt insulted and said angrily: "I finally made up my mind to die, why did you stop me?"
"Pindao never stops people from dying, and sometimes they even push them, but I want to know why you want to die?"
"My father left me when I was a child. My family has always been poor and looked down upon by others. Now...even my mother has been killed. God is so unfair to me!"
The Taoist priest thoughtfully nodded and said, "It sounds very reasonable. I want to apologize to you first. I shouldn't have stopped you from jumping off the cliff."
As soon as Zhang Xiaohe was about to speak, the Taoist priest let go and said, "Now, since you can't bear to be cruel anymore, I will help you."
Zhang Xiaohe swallowed what he was about to say and felt the air brushing his cheeks sharply. The fear in his heart was beyond words and he could only yell instinctively: "Ahhhh..."
A child fell to the bottom of the cliff with a miserable scream...
