Master of time travel

When Mo Yun arrived, he was still one step too late.

The stumped limbs all over the place are all bloody and bloody, and the original appearance cannot be seen, let alone who they belong to, because there is nothing that can be called a human being here.

The strong smell of blood filled the air, which was disgusting.And standing among them was a woman in white with an expressionless face, her gaze was too indifferent, and she held the Qingming sword in one hand.

The blade of the sword was already stained red by fresh blood, but it continued to drip down, converging into a piece on the ground, turning the woman's pale face red.The white clothes on the woman's body were stained with blood.

It is very like the bright red wintersweet blooming in the snow, but unfortunately the scene in front of me is not such a beautiful artistic conception.

"Yun Ling." Mo Yun frowned and called softly.

"Master?" Seemingly awakened, the woman tilted her head with a bit of doubt on her face.

"Take back the Qing Ming sword, come here." The voice was still soft, as if coaxing a child.

But Mo Yun was not at ease in his heart, and nervously looked at the woman who seemed to be absent-minded in the distance.

The hostility around Yun Ling was even stronger than before, if he provoked Yun Ling rashly, it would only have the opposite effect.

Yun Ling didn't take back the Qingming sword as Mo Yun said, but pointed to the stumps around, and said with a pursed mouth, "Master, I have a headache, but they are too noisy."At this moment, the delicate and incomparably delicate face carried a bit of a child's grievance, like a child who didn't get a snack.

"I know, you come here first." The soft voice coaxed the naughty child.

However, Mo Yun frowned even tighter, that overbearing hostility had obviously affected Yun Ling's mind.If this continues, the consequences will be disastrous.

Rather than this, why not——

"What does your lord want to do?"

A folding fan was placed in front of Mo Yun, blocking all of Mo Yun's next movements.

Mo Yun naturally knew the owner of this folding fan, but at this moment, there was no extra words, Mo Yun stretched out his hand to block the man's hand.And the other party obviously didn't want to let Mo Yun pass like this, so the two started fighting.

They are both in the cultivation base of the fusion period, and it is difficult to distinguish between the two for a while.There was sharpness between the brows, and Mo Yun's subordinates even tried to attack the opponent's weak point. He didn't want to win the gentle man, Mo Yun just wanted to force the opponent back.

Not only was the opponent, but he was also not an inexperienced stunned young man, who managed to defuse all of Mo Yun's tricks in a blink of an eye.

A moment passed, and Mo Yun didn't even take a step closer!

Mo Yun's eyes dimmed, if this continues, it will be too late to do anything when the other monks arrive!

The Cangming sword was thrown out and all defenses were removed, but Mo Yun only attacked but not defended.

Facing Mo Yun's self-destructive attack, Xiao Yun was also startled, and then his face turned serious.

But for a moment, there have been countless confrontations, and this time it is obvious that Mo Yun is on top.But if this continues, it will not be possible to tell the winner immediately.With a glint in his eyes, the Cangming sword stabbed out with a cold light, and was narrowly dodged by the opponent.The opponent was a senior who had survived the battle of demonic ways, but he had experienced many more battles than Mo Yun. When he turned around, the folding fan in his hand attacked Mo Yun's shoulder holding the sword.It was too late to withdraw the sword move, Mo Yun could only retreat now, and that was exactly what the opponent wanted.

However, the strength of the Cangming sword remained undiminished, and Mo Yun turned a blind eye to Xiaoyun's attack. He reversed his wrist and stabbed towards Xiaoyun's life vein.

Injuring one thousand enemies and eight hundred self-inflicted injuries is the worst policy of all, but Mo Yun doesn't care much now.

"My lord!"

"metropolitan!"

"Senior Xiaoyun!"

There was an exclamation behind him, but Mo Yun's pupils shrank, and the attack of his men was weakened a little because of the shock.

The red lotus fairy was subdued?Why did they rush over so quickly?

At this time, any distraction is a flaw, and for two masters of equal strength, no matter how small a flaw is, it can be fatal.

For a moment of distraction, the man's attack was faster than Mo Yun's. When Mo Yun reacted, he had already been hit by a big acupuncture point and was unable to move.

"The lord wants to clean up the door, but Xiaoyun thinks there must be something inside the matter." Touching Mo Yun, the man said to the many monks who came over with his face unchanged: "But the lord hates the devil's tight cultivation. , did not listen to Xiaoyun's advice at all. So Xiaoyun had no choice but to take advantage of his unpreparedness and hit the big acupoint of the Supreme Master."

A watertight lie, even if you have doubts, you can't think about it carefully at the moment, the man is obviously very good at lying.

"Is that Demon Cultivator a disciple of the Supreme Master?"

In the crowd, someone was shocked.

"Supreme Disciple?"

"It seems that he is really the disciple of the Supreme Master."

"The Master's disciple is possessed by demons? It's no wonder the Master is so angry."

"It's no wonder that the Master wants to clean up the house. It's a shame that the Master still loves her so much!"

"That's right, the method is so cruel!"

Angry voices resounded everywhere. After all, facing the stumps everywhere, and there may be his fellow disciples among them, it is naturally impossible to calm down.

But Mo Yun couldn't open his mouth to argue in the slightest.

When everyone stood behind Mo Yun and the gentle man and looked at the woman bitterly, the woman standing in the stump turned around and flew away.

"She escaped!"

"The traitor has escaped! Hurry up!"

"Come on!"

Except for the gentle man left behind, they all chased in the direction where Yun Ling disappeared.Even the disciple in Tsing Yi just glanced at Mo Yun worriedly, and then flew away.

If Mo Yun was right, there seemed to be something more complicated in the eyes of the Tsing Yi disciple.

Now only Mo Yun and the gentle man are left.Mo Yun couldn't move, so naturally he couldn't go to chase Yun Ling, but the gentle man stayed beside Mo Yun, which could be said to have truly fulfilled the man's previous promise, "Xiao Yun should follow the Master around. ".

The man's acupuncture points are so ingeniously placed that even Mo Yun couldn't break through for a moment.

"My lord, don't be angry." The man naturally saw Mo Yun's displeasure, opened the folding fan in his hand, and said, "Xiao Yun just doesn't want my lord to do something that I will regret."

"Besides, the Supreme Master is in the Mahayana period. If you really want to go there, how can you let Xiao Yun succeed?" The man looked at Mo Yun and laughed, "So Xiao Yun just followed the Supreme Master's wishes."

The words seemed to be unreasonable, but Mo Yun knew that the other party said so on purpose.

Mo Yun also looked at the man, but his gaze was cold.

It's not that Mo Yun didn't hear the threat in the man's words.

The man didn't care about this at all, he waved his folding fan, and thoughtfully said: "I think it's better for the Master to take a rest at this moment, lest those talkative people will spoil the mood of the Master later."

The other party's words surprised Mo Yun.The smile on the other party's face disgusted Mo Yun even more.The closed folding fan stretched out towards Mo Yun, but Mo Yun guessed what the other party wanted to do.

As the folding fan was getting closer, Mo Yun could only look at it, unable to move his body.

The folding fan was lightly tapped on Mo Yun's forehead, and a cool feeling rushed in from his forehead. Mo Yun only felt that his eyelids were extremely heavy, like a thousand catties.

Catching the sleeping woman in white, Xiao Yun looked at the direction where the monks disappeared and thought for a moment, then flipped his wrist, and a pen, ink, paper and inkstone appeared out of thin air.Putting the woman in his arms aside, the man wrote a few lines, then raised his head, and a whistle sounded.

Before the whistle sounded, a big golden bird hovered in the sky, somewhat like an eagle, but not an eagle.

A smile appeared in the man's eyes, and he raised his hand holding the paper slightly.The big golden bird whizzed down, picked up the man's hand and left.

What should be done has been done, the man took back the pen and ink together with the folding fan, bent down to pick up the ink cloud, and left in another direction.

When Mo Yun woke up, he was in the suzerain's dormitory in Haoyun Palace.

The Haoyun Palace with only Mo Yun alone.

Turning over and getting out of bed, Mo Yun looked around, but there was no change from when he walked before, as if everything was just a dream.But Mo Yun knew that this was not a dream.

Only Mo Yun and Yun Ling can enter this Haoyun Palace. Even Jian Ming has always stood outside the Haoyun Palace and will not step into the Haoyun Palace.As for the other Yunhuang Sect disciples, let alone.

It is impossible for the comatose Mo Yun to return to the Haoyun Palace by himself. Thinking about it this way, it is conceivable who brought her back to the Haoyun Palace.Stepping towards the outside of Haoyun Hall, now is not the time to rest.

After half a stick of incense, Mo Yun turned back.Because she couldn't go out at all, but within a mile of Haoyun Palace was shrouded in an enchantment.Mo Yun searched everywhere, but couldn't find any exit.

The true energy on his body has been sealed, and the current Mo Yun is like a beginner who has just entered the foundation.Even a new disciple of Yun Huangzong can easily seriously injure Mo Yun.

Mo Yun knew of only three people who could do this, and only one of them dared to do it.

And that person must have not told other people about this, otherwise Mo Yun would not be able to stand here so leisurely at this moment.

Opening the secret compartment, Mo Yun walked towards the stone room, if he couldn't break through the acupuncture point, even if he got out, it would be useless.

It is a delicate task to circulate the true energy in the body and break through the sealed acupoints. In normal times, this may be a very simple matter for Mo Yun.Because Mo Yun has always controlled his emotions very well, but now Mo Yun can't calm down at all.

She didn't know how many days she had been in a coma, and it seemed that no one came to see her, not even Jian Ming.Presumably these were all arranged by the other party, and excuses and other casual fabrications are enough.Anyway, Mo Yun was in a coma at the time, so naturally he couldn't argue.Even if Mo Yun is awake now, he can't say anything.

Mo Yun hated the feeling of being threatened by others.

Before Yun Ling left, the clear Mo Yun in his eyes could see clearly, Mo Yun didn't know how much Yun Ling believed what those men said.But the expression of the other party's painful struggle kept flashing in Mo Yun's mind, which made Mo Yun calm down.

Maybe the other party didn't want to implicate her?

But no matter why Yun Ling left, in front of so many righteous monks, where can Yun Ling, who is carrying a hostile spirit, escape?

Perhaps when there was no way to escape being chased, that silly boy with a elm head chose to jump off the cliff?Or take a sword and wipe yourself, or explode your meridians?Or were they caught and tortured?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. Mo Yun felt that according to Yun Ling's temperament, the above things could definitely be done.Yun Ling's life and death were unknown, and he was so worried that Mo Yun couldn't calm down and break through the sealed acupuncture points.

Opening her eyes, Mo Yun sighed in her heart, but she never thought that there would be a day when she would be influenced by her feelings.

Frowning, Mo Yun's heart sank.

This feeling is very bad, if it continues like this, if she really has a chance to go back one day, will she still be able to make up her mind?

In the empty stone room, faint sighs sounded.Yun Ling is now on the line of life and death, what time does she have to worry about these things?It's not too late to think about it after everything has passed.

What a good excuse, yes, an excuse, a good excuse.

Mo Yun had a wry smile on his face, and she had learned to avoid it at some point.

After ten years of getting along day and night, before he knew it, the importance of Yun Ling in Mo Yun's heart had already exceeded Mo Yun's imagination.

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