Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Facing the pressure of the virtual god, Mo Jinghong remained calm and composed.

Mo Jinghong has a handsome appearance and a cold expression, which adds to his coldness, "Go to Baili Yuanmo and tell him that I will make up for his losses and let the people on the third floor go!"

The two False Gods looked embarrassed. They were actually in awe of Mo Jinghong like this!

One False God wanted to suppress Mo Jinghong, but another one stopped him.

Mo Jinghong is that person's disciple, they can't hurt Mo Jinghong, otherwise it will be detrimental to Shumo Pavilion if they become enemies with that person!

A false god with a pretty good attitude said, "Sir, don't embarrass us. We don't dare to stop what the cabinet master is doing."

But the talking virtual god quietly activated the power of the domain, trying to control Mo Jinghong.

Mo Jinghong's cold and arrogant eyes were piercing, like a thousand-year-old snow lotus on the top of a mountain, filled with innate nobility.

Mo Jinghong raised his hands and flicked his sleeves, and a burst of red light flashed under his feet.

moment--

The realm of virtual gods is broken!

Xu Shen's eyes narrowed sharply, his face full of disbelief, "How is this possible! You are just a transformed god, how can you do it!?"

"Inform Baili Yuanmo immediately and stop all actions!" Mo Jinghong's dark eyes revealed unparalleled dignity, and his tone contained an aura that brooked no resistance.

"Yes." Xu Shen's straight waist finally bent down.

The powerful virtual gods are indeed more arrogant than other monks, but they always respect the strong.

Especially those who are young and strong.

To become a god at such a young age requires hard work and hard work that ordinary monks cannot imagine.

A virtual god left, but Mo Jinghong did not follow.

Mo Jinghong's eyes were deep. He didn't stop Baili Yuanmo himself because he wanted to save face for Baili Yuanmo.

A door apart.

Su Yanran's face was pale. From the moment she saw Mo Jinghong, Su Yanran felt a faint feeling of uneasiness in her heart.

Two years ago, this young man, dressed in white and unparalleled in dignity, made her feel a fatal threat.

Two years later, the young man looked like a young master on the road, dressed in mysterious clothes and exuding a cold aura. He was so noble and unparalleled that people couldn't help but surrender.

At this moment, jealousy grew crazily in Su Yanran's heart.

Why would such a talented and beautiful person be Feng Qingran's senior brother?

How could Feng Qingran, a person from a humble background, have such a good life?

Su Yanran regretted it endlessly. Why didn't she drag Feng Qingran into the Tianjian Sect during the sect meeting?

Correct!

And that jade bracelet, if she gets the jade bracelet space...

She wouldn't have to commit murder for a Sumeru Ring...

Sudden--

Su Yanran felt dizzy and felt a tearing pain in her consciousness.

puff! ——

Ok! ——

Su Yanran vomited out several mouthfuls of blood, her face turned pale, her whole body was weak, and she fell to the ground.

Su Yanran immediately thought of something, climbed to the door, and wanted to open the door.

But it was ejected the moment it hit the door.

boom! ——

Su Yanran hit the wall and fell heavily to the ground. Her beautiful eyes flashed with evil, "Baili Yuanmo actually doesn't keep his word!"

When she made a silent deal with Baili Yuan.

Baili Yuanmo clearly promised her that he would take the magic pill after she terminated the contract!

But at this moment, the contract on her consciousness was torn apart. Breaking the contract in this way would cause huge damage to her consciousness.

It may never be repaired in your lifetime!

What does it mean if your consciousness is damaged?

Su Yanran knew it clearly, and she suddenly regretted that she shouldn't have made a silent deal with Baili Yuan alone.

Su Yanran shouted: "Let me out quickly, let me out..."

The virtual god outside the door naturally heard Su Yanran's words, but he would not care about Su Yanran's life or death.

Mo Jinghong's dark eyes swept over Xu Shen, "She is a disciple of the great elder of Tianjian Sect. It is not worthwhile for you to die in the pavilion."

Xu Shen was a little surprised. Su Yanran was actually a disciple of Tianjian Sect?

But how could a disciple of Tianjian Sect come alone to trade with the pavilion master?

Xu Shen opened the door and asked Mo Jinghong to go in with him. He was afraid that he would not be able to tell clearly if he went in alone.

"Sir, save me!" Su Yanran recognized Xu Shen as Baili Yuanmo's man, and she chose to ask Mo Jinghong for help.

At least Mo Jinghong won't kill her for the time being.

The man in black did not approach Su Yanran, he just waved his hand and shot a pill into Su Yanran's mouth.

The elixir melted in her mouth, and Su Yanran had no chance to spit it out.

Su Yanran looked at the man in black in horror, "What did you give me to eat?"

"Life-saving elixir." The man in black showed sympathy in his eyes, with a natural ice spirit root and outstanding talent.

It's a pity that half of his consciousness is damaged, and the future will not be long.

Before the Nascent Soul, damage to the consciousness did not have much impact, but after that...

Su Yanran endured the severe pain and looked at Mo Jinghong, "Master, I want to make a deal with you!"

She didn't believe that Mo Jinghong could resist the temptation of the magic pill!

Mo Jinghong was silent, with cold eyes and a cold voice, "When dealing with the strong, you must abide by the strong's rules. The weak have no right to resist."

"You! -" Su Yanran naturally understood what he meant, but Su Yanran was unwilling to give up, "Don't you want to become stronger? Don't you want to be a casual cultivator for the rest of your life?"

The man in black shook his head. He thought he was smart, but he was quite stupid if he didn't.

"I can become stronger on my own. Even if I spend my whole life as a casual cultivator, it is much better than taking away opportunities from others." Mo Jinghong looked down at Su Yanran from a high position.

Mo Jinghong's red lips curled up slightly, flashing with ridicule.

They are chess pieces arranged by the Emperor of Heaven to help Su Yanran overcome the disaster and ascend.

But why is Su Yanran not a pawn of the Emperor of Heaven?