Signed in at home for three years, I went out and tore the gods with my hands

Immediately afterwards, he was wrapped in black mist, and his flesh and vitality quickly dissipated.

A few seconds later, like the previous tall man, he turned into dry bones and fell to the ground.

Not far away, Mo Yun frowned as he watched this scene.

At this moment, the Great Elder also looked towards Mo Yun.

There was a terrifying cold light in his eyes, and the terrifying spiritual energy exploded, sweeping all directions.

Suddenly, the air on Thursday seemed to freeze.

Everyone's complexion changed drastically, and they retreated again and again, for fear of bringing the runaway elder to Chi Yu.

"You made these?"

The cold voice of the Great Elder came over.

Mo Yun smiled, but did not speak.

"How many members of my Heavenly Demon Sect have you assassinated?" the Great Elder said again.

"It's not that many, maybe a hundred or eighty, and with the addition of twenty or so of you, it's almost neat." Mo Yun said.

Hearing this, the Great Elder seemed to calm down instead, and said in a voice that could not be heard with joy or anger.

"Tell me which side you are from, what is your relationship with Hu Sanshi, and what is the purpose of infiltrating our Heavenly Demon Sect, and I will give you a decent way to die."

"Otherwise, the old man will crush your bones and ashes, and find out all your blood relatives, and punish your nine clans."

"Besides, the Heavenly Demon Cult will not let anyone who has the slightest relationship with you go."

When the Great Elder said these words, his tone was very slow, as if he was chatting with others.

But what he said was terrifying.

Hearing these words, Mo Yun frowned, and without wasting time, he directly raised the Immortal Slayer Sword.

Seeing this scene, the Great Elder's face darkened.

But he didn't hold back, and immediately gave orders.

"All the members of the Tianmo Sect listen to the order and form an formation!"

As soon as the Great Elder said these words, all the members of the Heavenly Demon Cult present were stunned, and they immediately reacted, and began to run the Heavenly Demon Dafa together.

In an instant, a thick black mist burst out from their bodies.

At the same time, there was a muffled bang, and the towering mountain-like Temple of Heavenly Demon trembled violently, and in an instant, terrifying black lights burst out, overwhelming the sky and covering the people of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Seeing this scene, Mo Yun couldn't help being taken aback.

He could feel that the moment the black glow from the Heavenly Demon Hall enveloped them, the aura of the Heavenly Demon Cult's disciples rose a lot.

At this moment, those with the weakest cultivation base and aura are all at the beginning of the ninth rank, which is very terrifying.

Especially the five elders, whose cultivation bases are infinitely close to the quasi-king realm at this moment.

"The power of the field?"

Mo Yun judged that the so-called palace circle was actually the power of the field.

Run a certain kind of kung fu, the cultivation level has reached the level of a seventh-rank master, and it can mobilize the power of the field in the Temple of Heavenly Demon.

And at this time, the more high-grade warriors gathered, the stronger the field power that can be mobilized.

At this moment, Mo Yun praised his wit.

Fortunately, I assassinated so many high-grade warriors in advance.

If they all gather together, more than 100 high-grade fighters mobilize the power of the field in the Temple of Heavenly Demon, and the power of the combined attack, I am afraid that the Quasi-King Realm will also fall.

But now.

Mo Yun smiled, raised his sword, and the Thunderbolt Jue started to work.

With a swipe, Mo Yun came to an eighth-rank high-level warrior in an instant.

"Ordinary sword."

Blood splattered, and eighth-rank high-level warriors fell.

The figure flashed again.

"Take a sword seriously."

Blood splattered, and the warriors at the peak of the eighth rank fell.

"Consecutive ordinary swords."

Brush brush!

Blood splattered, and several eighth-rank warriors fell to the ground, completely powerless to resist.

Mo Yun was like entering a land of no one. Every time he swung his sword, a figure would fall down, die instantly, and his vitality dissipated.

Before they even had time to unleash the power bestowed by the Demon Cult, they fell into a pool of blood.

Seeing this scene, the members of the Tianmo Cult panicked.

"Demon, devil! He's a devil!"

"Ahhh! Don't come here!"

"I, I'm still young! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

"Don't come here!"

Mo Yun remained expressionless, and continued to swing his sword, harvesting ruthlessly.

"Super serious sword."

puff!

The figure of a certain elder flew upside down, and was broken in two while still in the air, his vitality dissipated instantly, and he died beyond the limit.

"Continuous super-serious sword strikes."

Puff puff!