Every world I die young

The group of people are all monks, so the speed is naturally extraordinary. Even with all the time to rest and relax, replenish supplies, and collect information, it was only four days before everyone arrived at the ruins of the largest sect.

Mo Yinglan took the lead with a sharp sword in her hand, stepped on the ruins, and walked slowly inside.

Behind him, followed by a group of resolute or excited young men and women, Mo Yinglan suddenly turned her head and snapped, "No! Back off!"

A gust of wind blew in, and Mo Yinglan raised her sword and slashed, with a click, and the sound of bones breaking suddenly sounded.

Mo Yinglan's face suddenly changed, his eyes became sharper, the long sword was unsheathed, his wrist fluttered, and he danced a beautiful sword flower.

The wind gusts, the bones are shattered into pieces, and the snow-white fine foam is blown up by the wind, rolling wildly around.

A lot of bone foam was even blown into the mouths and noses of the inner disciples of Sword Extreme Sect, and many of them got goose bumps all over their bodies, retching in disgust.

Mo Yinglan looked back, and saw that many young disciples were pale and retching non-stop. After all, they were just flowers in the greenhouse that grew up under the protection of the sect.

It's a pity that most of the core disciples of Sword Extreme Sect just came to the world's first sect to be gilded. They are the heirs of the family's previous sect, so they will not stay in Sword Extreme Sect all their lives.

And the more important true disciples, alas... the true disciples don't matter.

Mo Yinglan's eyes dimmed a little, she didn't know what she was thinking of, even so, the thing under his sword couldn't make any waves, and was firmly suppressed by him.

Mo Yinglan pressed down on her wrist, and the blade of the long sword suddenly emitted a burst of dazzling light. Wrapped in the dark wind, the thin and slender devil mouse squeaked and broke into two pieces.

Mo Yinglan was stunned for a moment, such things are usually dispatched in groups.

As if to confirm his thoughts, creaking and creaking sounds came and went, and the empty silence around was instantly broken.

Mo Yinglan yelled: "Calm down! Set up the Nine Clouds Demon Subduing Formation!"

The inner sect disciples seemed to have found their backbone, and they all clenched their weapons tightly. According to what they had learned, everyone quickly rushed to the appropriate position.

A disciple in the center shouted loudly: "Arise!"

The entire formation suddenly came to life, with flexible and changeable spiritual power flows inside, and various weapons randomly flew back and forth along routes that would not collide, creating dangers everywhere.

Mo Yinglan kept staring at the direction of the inner disciples, and he was relieved when he saw that the battle formation was set up and the devil rats kept dying in it.

Behind him, an exceptionally thin Demon Mouse with red eyes lay motionless on the ground.

Just as Mo Yinglan turned her head, when her defenses were the most relaxed, a shrill scream rang out.

The black shadow that was as fast as the wind quickly swept up from the ground, and rushed straight to Mo Yinglan's chest. Mo Yinglan's pupils shrank, and she subconsciously raised her left hand to block it.

With a click, the sharp fangs penetrated deeply into the flesh, and Mo Yinglan swung his sword without changing his face, and cut him in two.

There are props, don't be shy.

Mo Yinglan directly opened the fangs that were deeply embedded in the flesh and blood of the left forearm, and two deep holes appeared on the outside of the arm.

The movement here obviously caused the disciples in the rear to rest. Mo Yinglan put down his sleeves calmly. At his feet, there were densely packed and incomplete corpses of devil rats. It is unknown how many he killed.

The upper half of the extremely thin demon mouse rolled into the pile of corpses, and was corroded into ashes in an instant.