At this moment, Mo Chengjun also stood blankly on the spot and did not react for a long time.

He just stared blankly at the thunder falling from the sky, carving out large pits in the dark earth that had become an open space.

Hurrying, he began to gather his magic power and recalled his sword pills. He used his ideas to liberate the world little by little and let the rolling black clouds and evil winds dissipate little by little.

Well, he can say that the stall this time is too big, even if he is the owner, it will take a lot of time to disperse.

During this period of time, he also looked around, spreading his spiritual power to the extreme, and then exerting his perception to the limit. He glanced around, trying to find something, but he found nothing.

He was still uneasy about this, so he turned the thunderball into a power grid, up and down, left and right, back and forth, after scanning the sky and the ground a dozen times.

He was finally sure, well, this evil ghost king really escaped!

But the question is, isn't he just making a few remarks to scare people?

Why did you escape?

The conscience of heaven and earth, when he set up the plan, he thought of many ways to end it.

I even thought about many ways to stop the situation,

I also thought about countless ways to escape after being discovered.

But I never thought that with just a few words, this evil ghost king would actually run away, run away, run away!

But how could he run away?

After a long pause of tea, and most of the thunderclouds in the sky dispersed, Mo Chengjun finally accepted this fact!

It was also at this time that the sound of "ta da da da" hoofbeats was heard, and Si Er came to the altar with tiny steps.

After he put Chu Xuexian down, he strolled back again. He had been hiding before.

Now, seeing that the battle was over, he came over to refresh his presence.

At this time, Mo Chengjun turned around, glanced at him, and asked his doubts: "Speaking of which, is this ghost king so low-level?"

The four-eared donkey demon rolled his eyes crazily and didn't want to pay attention to him!

Well, he had to admit, this evil ghost king really lost points!

However, being brought into an evil position, faced with the magical power of [Driving Thunder and Lightning], and constant verbal attacks, well, it was him, and he probably wanted to escape!

…

On the other side, Chu Xuexian and the others had also recovered a lot of their mana, and when they were about to go out with all their might, they saw ghostly energy sweeping past them like a tide.

When he saw it again, all the army of ghost soldiers had disappeared.

As far as the field of vision can be seen, this Yin soil is already empty.

The few sword cultivators who had even set their postures were completely stunned. They looked at the open space in the distance, the thunder falling continuously, and then looked at each other.

It took a long while before someone said, "Did the Ghost King escape?"

This is a question, but if someone answers below, it is an affirmative sentence.

"The Ghost King has escaped!"

In the end, it was Chu Xuexian who asked everyone's question: "The Ghost King was beaten away by Senior Brother Mo?"

"Is it fake? Is it fake? Is this fake?"

Even if they saw it with their own eyes, everyone present had this thought. Even Baling'er looked at the sky and was speechless.

…

When the evil wind and black clouds dissipated, Mo Chengjun finally removed the ghost eyes from his eyes. He seemed to have jumped out of the water, and everything he could see was the normal world.

There are night stars in the sky, hill plants on the ground, and the surrounding wind seems to bring some vitality and warmth.

At this time, Mo Chengjun was no longer erect. He landed on the altar, panting heavily, and his whole body weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The arrogance and domineering look was no longer there, replaced by the laziness and exhaustion from before. Feeling the emptiness in his body, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Well, magical power, this thing is really not something that his small foundation building should touch, it is really too costly.

You must know that Mo Chengjun's spellcasting is different from ordinary people.

When ordinary people cast spells, they use their own magic power as an introduction to resonate with the inspiration of the world. This magic power is both an energy source and a resonator.

If a large-scale magical power can be called a giant wheel, then the running of the giant wheel will require a huge amount of consumption, and these must be provided by monks, and the mana required is staggering.

But what about Mo Chengjun?

He can directly control the spirit of heaven and earth within a certain range, eliminating the need for resonance and energy consumption.

The consumption of this mana is completely like the consumption of reaction force that a child needs to withstand when swinging a sledgehammer.

The amount required was far less than normal spell casting, which was why he was able to use magical powers with his pitiful amount of mana at the initial level of Foundation Establishment.

But even so, he felt the emptiness in his body at this time. At least 90% of his mana was gone, and the rest was just to maintain the vortex of mana.

After swallowing a pill, he felt much better when the potion dissipated and the magic power began to circulate on its own, just like a pond filled with more and more water.

But here, he really didn't dare to enter samadhi, it was too unsafe.

Frankly speaking, this is the first time that he has truly used his magical powers, and it is also the first time that he has tried his best to control the spiritual power of heaven and earth. It is really a lot of feelings.

First of all, this talent of directly controlling the spiritual machine of heaven and earth, well, let's call it a talent, it is really an extremely abnormal ability.

He had only felt this way before, but now he was even more sure of it. It was almost like having a plug-in activated.

Secondly, this magical power [driving thunder and lightning] actually doesn’t have that many restrictions.

He can have more room for display, such as the terrifying thunder dragon, and the thunder and lightning cage used to hold human restraints.

Thanks to his re-analysis and structure of the technique, he found that it was not difficult to change the external form of the technique.

And with this, there can be more changes and usage methods. Mo Chengjun's mind was filled with all kinds of thoughts.

If it weren't for the inappropriate timing, he really wanted to study in seclusion, and he would definitely be able to deduce the magical power of "Driving Thunder and Lightning" to a new level.

Thinking about Xia Shan these past few days, he has really conquered the world with his thunder skills. Well, he has almost lost all the cards of the Galaxy Sword Sect.

But it has to be said that when you are in doubt, strike a thunderbolt first, and if that doesn't work, just attack in ten different ways.

The feeling is actually not bad, ahem, it’s actually quite refreshing!

Mo Chengjun was still chattering non-stop. Under the altar, the four-eared donkey suddenly neighed. When he came to his senses, he saw several people walking in quickly not far away.

Mo Chengjun was almost rested. He stood up, jumped off the altar, and flew out with a Cloud Stepping Technique in mid-air.

As he approached, he saw Chu Xuexian and several unknown sword cultivators, as well as Baling'er, who was held up in mid-air by a green leaf-shaped magic weapon.

At this time, Baling'er was also awake, but it was obvious that he was seriously injured and it was difficult to even walk on the ground.

Landing next to the leaf-shaped magic weapon, Mo Chengjun looked at Baling'er up and down, and then sneered for a long time: "Hey, isn't this my Bago? Why can't you get out of bed?"

Baling'er chuckled, not caring at all, but a little complacent: "What do you know?

That is a ghost king, a ghost king who came down from Mang Mountain, a cultivator who is better than the one who has left the body. I provoked him and he is not dead yet. Don’t you think I am very lucky?"

Mo Chengjun grinned and made a gesture: "Haha, is the Ghost King so awesome? With just this little move from me, he can't escape!"

"Tsk, tsk, we haven't seen you for a few days, Xiao Mo, why are you so thick-skinned?"

"I can't help it. Who told me that I have a brilliant record? Look, the ghost king has escaped!"

"Yes, that ghost king is also blind. He is destined to be the laughing stock of the ghost world in the future."

"I think he should be lucky because he witnessed the rise of a powerful man."

"Strong man? Where is he? Why didn't I see him?"

Well, the two of them flattered each other unscrupulously, diluting the smell of gunfire after the war, and leaving several other people stunned.

After a long while, Baling'er couldn't hold on anymore and fell asleep again.

Only then did Mo Chengjun respectfully greet the sword cultivators: "Mo Chengjun, I have met all the senior brothers and uncles. This time, on behalf of Baling'er, I would like to thank you all for your life-saving grace!"

Several sword cultivators looked strange, and a handsome one spoke first: "Are you the true successor?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

The handsome sword cultivator spoke: "According to the regulations of our Galaxy Sword Sect, monks in the same realm and true disciples should be senior brothers, while inner disciples should be junior brothers.

Therefore, you have to call us junior brothers."

The old man of Jindan continued: "As for me, even though I have entered Jindan, you only need to call me Uncle Master when it comes to the True Inheritance. You can never call me Uncle Master."

Is there any such provision?

Mo Chengjun thought for a while, and it seemed that there really was.

Finally, he had no choice but to speak again, bowed and said: "Well, Mo Chengjun, the true successor of Four Seasons Peak, has met all of you, uncles and brothers!"

…

After exchanging names again, Mo Chengjun also found out that the golden elixir old man was an elder from Wuhui Peak named Zhao Wuchen.

It has been a hundred years since he entered Jindan, and there is basically no possibility of further progress. He also puts more attention on the sect, doing everything he can, from management to small tasks.

In fact, they are the skeleton of the sect, the filling flesh and blood. Although they are called elders, they are different from the inner sect elders, so they have another name - standing elders.
To be continued...