Self-destruction only takes a few seconds, but these few seconds seem to have become extremely long.
Lord Demon Lord never knew that a little kid that could be picked up with one hand and looked like a chicken could explode with such great strength!
He almost couldn't catch Mu Chen and let Mu Chen rush back to the self-destruction area.
"You will die if you go back!" Lord Demon Lord's voice was extremely cold.
He originally didn't care about the death of the righteous monks.
The righteous path and the demonic cultivator are originally opposites. They have different paths and are naturally in conflict with each other.
Over the past tens of thousands of years, many righteous monks have died at the hands of demons.
There are also many demon monks who died at the hands of the righteous.
His target has been this kid from the beginning. As for the life and death of other monks, it has nothing to do with him.
Not sure if he was frightened by his cold words, Mu Chen suddenly stopped struggling.
Just when Lord Demon Lord thought the little boy was resigned to his fate, he suddenly heard Mu Chen say: "Everyone, start the teleportation!"
【Unable host! The distance is too far! Plane teleportation also requires contact! 】
Mu Chen's voice was firm: "Teleport!"
The system stops talking nonsense: [Enable plane teleportation——]
The moment the voice fell, the system keenly discovered that Mu Chen's mental power was spreading rapidly. The mental power was like silk spun from a silkworm cocoon. At the moment when Zhuang Yuanli, Si Ziyi and others were swallowed up by the storm, , these spiritual threads instantly wrapped around their bodies!
The next moment, they disappeared into the self-destruction range!
[Plane transfer——]
Success? Success?
The system CPU is almost burned out, little host, this, this is...
It suddenly remembered what it had said to its little host before.
When the little host asked why Marshal Cold's mental power level was so high, it told the little host.
When Marshal Yanhan is driving the mecha, his mental power will be like peeling off silk from a cocoon, dispersed into countless spiritual threads, connecting the neurons of the mecha.
The higher the level of mental power, the more neurons can be connected to the mecha, and the more compatible it is with the mecha.
What did the little host say at that time?
After we go back, we need to let everyone start mecha training and practice their mental strength!
Although it knew that the little host's mental power level was definitely not low, it just didn't expect that she would be able to think of this method at this time!
When teleporting, you really need to touch Mu Chen, even if there is someone in between.
This is why it is necessary to hold hands or be right next to each other.
And the little host is now directly connecting with the other party's body using its own mental power, so there is no problem of being unable to teleport!
The transmission was almost instantaneous. Everyone was trying to stay away from the self-destruction zone and did not notice the flash of light at all.
When the storm stopped, everything within a radius of nearly a kilometer was blown up!
There were many monks injured by the explosion lying on the ground, wailing.
The monks who had escaped the disaster were all looking blankly at this moment, unable to recover for a while.
"Madam!" Xuan Jingshan hurriedly came to Hua Mingxue and saw that her face was ashen and there were large areas of blood on her body. She felt distressed for a moment and quickly took out the elixir and fed it to her.
Hua Mingxue stared blankly at the self-destruction center.
Hua Mingxue was the closest at the time. When Tian Hong blew himself up, he directly knocked her away, giving her time to escape.
But at this moment, Tian Hong was seriously injured because of Tian Hong's self-destruction.
However, her mood at this time was not about herself at all. Instead, she murmured: "Where is Ziyi? Is he..."
Si Ziyi is her direct disciple, and she almost treats him as a direct disciple.
Xuan Jingshan felt a pain in his heart and said with a choked voice: "He... didn't escape."
Not only the Xuantian Sect disciples, but also many other sect disciples did not escape.
There was not a single body in the center of the self-destruction. Obviously, everything would be crushed to pieces in such a self-destruction storm.
A little further out from the center, you can see many people lying on the ground, presumably dying.
On the verge of self-explosion, there were many monks lying on the ground wailing, and all of them were seriously injured.
Xuan Jingshan added: "There is also Yuan Li..."
Xuanjingshan was even more heartbroken.
This is the most talented disciple of Xuantian Sect in the past few decades!
Hua Mingxue's eyes turned red: "I didn't save them in time."
Xuan Jingshan said quickly: "Madam, don't be sad first. Ziyi's spirit in heaven doesn't want you to be sad for him. The most important thing now is to avenge these children!"
Hua Mingxue clenched her fists: "Yes, yes, I want to avenge Ziyi!"
Hua Mingxue secretly swore in her heart that she would kill all the evil cultivators on the Jiuzhou Continent!
"Sect Master, Sect Master Wei is dead." A disciple hurriedly came to report.
"He's getting an advantage! Where are the other members of the Holy God Sect?"
"There is still one person alive, and there is another person in the Tribulation Period who ran away before seeing Tian Hong being arrested."
Xuan Jingshan said in a deep voice: "Let's keep this account in mind first, and go and count the number of casualties... Where is Mu Chen of the Setting Sun Sect?"
Xuan Jingshan suddenly thought of this girl.
A disciple of the Xuantian Sect said: "When Tian Hong blew herself up, someone seemed to hear her rushing back to save Junior Brother Zhuang...I don't know anything after that."
Xuan Jingshan's heart trembled: "Is something going to happen to that girl too?!"
Xuanjingshan immediately went to look for people from the Setting Sun Sect.
There were originally more than seventy people in the Setting Sun Sect, including Mu Chen, but now at a glance, there are still more than fifty people there.
Xuanjingshan also saw a familiar figure, it was Mo Qingsheng.
At this time, Mo Qingsheng was kneeling on the ground, with an incense burner and a tablet in front of him.
When the disciples of Xuantian Sect saw this, their eyes turned red: "Did my sister really die? You see, Senior Mo has prepared the memorial tablet..."
Xuanjing Shan flew up and saw Mo Qingsheng holding a stick of incense in his hand and mumbling something: "Master, please keep Xiaochenchen safe and sound. Please protect him."
It turns out it’s not Chenchen’s tablet...
Xuan Jingshan couldn't bear it, but he still said: "Although their bodies have not been found, it is very likely that they have been... Fellow Daoist Mo, I hope you can be more open-minded."
Mo Qingsheng glared at him: "Xiao Chenchen won't die!"
Chenchen must have teleported back to Earth! Mo Qingsheng thought.
But he was still a little scared in his heart, worried about what if it was too late to teleport?
Therefore, I can only ask the ancestor for blessing.
Xuan Jingshan sighed, turned around and saw Meng Yan standing beside him, and thought: "You should give more advice to Fellow Daoist Mo."
As a result, Meng Yan said in a low voice: "It's too little to worship. What if the patriarch didn't hear it?"
Mo Qingsheng was startled and said quickly: "Yes, yes, yes."
He took out all the tablets in the Qiankun bag.
Meng Yan led more than fifty soldiers and began to pray seriously.
"All the ancestors of the Setting Sun Sect must keep the little sect master safe and sound."
They do not believe in ghosts and gods, and only have their motherland in their hearts.
But at this moment, they hoped that there really were ancestors of the Setting Sun Sect who could keep Chenchen safe and sound, and that they had returned to their motherland safely.
Xuanjingshan could only sigh.
Before he finished sighing, Meng Yan suddenly stood up after paying homage to his ancestor and took out a pile of wooden talismans.
"Sect Master Xuan, did our Setting Sun Sect win the first sect competition?"
Xuan Jingshan: "????"
Xuan Jingshan: "It's already this time, do you still care about the game?"
Your sect leader and so many outstanding geniuses are dead!
He didn't know that in Meng Yan's heart, Mu Chen and the others were definitely not dead.
so--
"Of course the competition is important." Meng Yan frowned: "The reward of one million spiritual stones, you won't default on it, right?"
Xuanjingshan: "..."
