Seeking the Way of Immortality

Wu Bingyue and her brother fell from the sky. Mo Heng had already sent strong men to protect them. Unexpectedly, there were more strong men on the Beiming Sect, and there were even beings at the level of God Transformation.

The strong men sent by Mo Heng were killed on the spot. Wu Bingyue, Wu Muyue and other people with weaker cultivation were hit on the spot and were seriously injured.

Fortunately, they were prepared before they came. When they landed, they had already refined several pills in their mouths. At this moment, the true essence in their bodies was slowly recovering.

In addition, Wu Xuanlei had already entered the fifth level, and Wu Xuanan was already a strong man who was half a step into the fifth level. With the magical power of walking in the dark night, he could hide his body even in the daytime. In just a few breaths, Wu Xuanan assassinated several strong men in the Nascent Soul Realm.

Wu Xuanlei held the Thunder God Stick and opened the Wuji Thunder Domain, killing people everywhere.

They followed Wu Zheng all the way to today. They are definitely not fools. Even if they are from the same demon clan as Mo Heng, they will not give their lives to Mo Heng.

At any time, they must rely on themselves!

Wu Zheng and Wu Xue are not here, and the people from the Samsara Palace are not here either. The nine siblings are the ones who rely on each other.

Wu Xuanan assassinated the strong with the Dark Night Sky, and sent Wu Bingyue and others to Wu Xuanlei. After a while, the nine siblings gathered together, back to back, without fear!

"Wu Zheng has been dead for many years. Why are you still messing around in the Samsara Palace? Why don't you follow me, Bei Mingyang, and I will guarantee you a bright future!" A young man in a green shirt slowly appeared beside Wu Xuanlei and his brother.

Behind him, there are dozens of Yuanying Realm strongmen and three Shenhua strongmen!

This lineup is not small. The current Beiming Sect has this foundation. As the direct line of the Beiming family, it is normal for Bei Mingyang to be followed by several Shenhua strongmen.

After more than a hundred years of precipitation, although Wu Bingyue's siblings have not made any further progress, their combat power is several times stronger than a hundred years ago. Moreover, the nine siblings are connected by blood and belong to different attributes. They can form a nine-attribute formation. They are a combat power that cannot be underestimated in any force.

"Bei Mingyang, if you want to fight, then fight, stop talking nonsense!" Wu Xuanlei snorted coldly and spoke in a deep voice.

"Oh, he is not good at it, but he has a bad temper!"

"Second Young Master, let me go and meet him!"

"Well, beat him up first!"

As Bei Mingyang's voice fell, the man behind him flashed and killed Wu Xuanlei.

Wu Xuanlei was not afraid either. He shook his wrist, swung the Thunder God Stick, and endless thunder flashed around him, whistling towards the man.

At the same time, Wu Xuanan disappeared under everyone's eyes. The strong men on Bei Mingyang's side were all in danger. The hilts of their swords were unsheathed, and their spiritual consciousness spread around them, fearing that they would be killed accidentally.

"If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink a penalty!" Bei Mingyang said unhappily.

The strong men behind him attacked Wu Bingyue and others one after another, leaving only a powerful god-transforming expert to guard Bei Mingyang.

Above the sky, endless clouds evolved around the body of the old man Mo Heng. Those colorful clouds obscured the real body of the old man Mo Heng.

Around the old man Mo Heng, several powerful gods in the god-transforming realm used their magical powers. Endless divine light fell on the clouds around the old man Mo Heng, but it seemed like hitting cotton. It just made the clouds shake for a moment, but there was no substantial damage.

What surprised everyone was that the old man Mo Heng did not fight back, but let the clouds evolve. It was only a cup of tea, and the clouds evolved to a radius of a thousand miles, covering the sky of the whole city.

It was noon, and under the cover of the clouds, everyone could not even see the sun. The powerful gods in the god-transforming realm around him instinctively felt danger, but they didn't know where the danger was.

At this moment, the clouds suddenly turned upside down, like a mountain of thousands of clouds, crushing several Divine Transformation cultivators.

At the same time, the group of Divine Transformation cultivators felt dizzy, and the magical powers they had sent out actually deviated from the direction and shot to other places under the interference of the clouds.

Patriarch Mo Heng snorted coldly, and thousands of colorful rays of light shot out from the clouds. The colorful rays of light were sharper than the sharpest sword energy, and instantly pierced through the bodies of several Divine Transformation cultivators.

Among the several Divine Transformation cultivators around him, only three were left at the peak of Divine Transformation in the blink of an eye, and the remaining six were killed on the spot by the colorful rays of light, and their Nascent Souls instantly fled to other places.

Although the speed of the Nascent Soul was fast, it was not a little slower than the speed of the colorful rays of light. In just one breath, six Nascent Souls of various colors were cut down on the spot.

The clouds dispersed, including the six cut Nascent Souls and corpses, and returned to Patriarch Mo Heng's body again.

The warriors behind Mo Heng saw that the ancestor Mo Heng killed six gods with one strike, and the morale of the army was lifted. They fought bravely and spared no effort.

"What a Mo Heng, hiding so deeply!" Bei Minglie said in a deep voice.

"Young Master, Mo Heng is a five-colored cloud beast, and his cultivation is unparalleled. Although his five-colored rays of light are not a magic weapon, they are sharper and more convenient than any magic weapon. We must not be careless!" A cultivator at the peak of the God of Transformation explained to Bei Minglie in a low voice.

"If you go on the field, are you sure?" Bei Minglie asked.

The cultivator shook his head slowly: "If it weren't for the ancestor's action, no one here could control Mo Heng."

"You mean, this is not all of Mo Heng's methods?" Bei Minglie was stunned when he heard the words, and spoke in shock.

"Bai Yan is a cultivator of earth attribute, his body is not ordinary, but Mo Heng's colorful rays of light can easily break his defense and kill him instantly. It is impossible to do it without means beyond the transformation of gods." The man explained with a serious expression.

Elsewhere, Wu Bingyue, holding the ice sword, fought with two Yuanying peak strongmen. As soon as the battle started, Wu Bingyue was suppressed and could not exert even 50% of his strength. He was in danger.

A shadow appeared quietly, and the netherworld thorn brought blood flowers all over the sky. One of the Yuanying peak strongmen was hit by the netherworld thorn before he could react, and even the Yuanying could not escape.

Not far away, Wu Muyue controlled the Qingxuan gourd, and endless green spiritual energy flowed, turning into a green river to protect himself.

Even though the two cultivators on the opposite side were very powerful, they did not dare to approach Wu Muyue easily. The green spiritual energy contained the essence of wood attributes. Countless vines wandered in the green river, and could turn into sharp thorns and ropes at any time to trap the enemy.

Wu Xuanjin held the Overlord Spear, and his spear skills were open and closed, with a few cold rays shooting out. There were five Yuanying Realm strongmen around him.

Even though Wu Xuanjin was very powerful, he was suppressed and surrounded by five Yuanying Realm cultivators.

The Overlord Spear swept across, and although its power was unmatched, a hero could not stand up to the crowd!