Mo Yiming did not want to get entangled with anyone from Xifeng. He didn't even pay attention to the Temple of Heaven and the Centan Gate. He was even afraid that some of his words and actions would inadvertently offend these sects.

It is not his fault that his cultivation has grown rapidly. He originally thought that his cultivation has grown rapidly and would save some face for Xifeng, which has always been at the bottom, and even make others proud of him. But now he is obviously wrong. All of this seems to be his thoughts too naive. Since he stepped into Xifeng, he was destined to be targeted by these people, and now he is destined to be chased by these people!

He didn't want to hurt anyone from Xifeng, and even in this battle for Lingzhu, he would not steal the Lingzhu of any monk from Xifeng. He had no idea that the Temple of Heaven Sect would send so many people to kill him, which disappointed him!

So his words echoed, contained his endless anger!

Even under this anger, some purple bamboos beside Yu Mo Yiming were slashed by an invisible force and broke all the time, and the bamboo leaves made a brushing sound.

In the distance, some disciples from Xifeng also heard Mo Yiming's roar. They trembled and did not dare to look forward, because they roughly guessed something. None of them dared to provoke the Temple of Heaven and Mo Yiming.

There were also those other monks who were watching all this, and at this moment they looked surprised. The echo of this voice alone made their expressions extremely shocked.

"The power of this person's cultivation should not be underestimated!" One of the monks spoke in a trembling voice.

"But the cultivation of the other few people is transforming!"

As the other monk spoke, his eyes remained on Mo Yiming. At this moment, he did not want to see those transformation monks kill Mo Yiming, but instead wanted to see how this energy-gathering monk could defeat the transformation monk. This felt it was a visual feast, and it also felt that it would be an incredible thing. Because from this sound, they vaguely felt that this energy-gathering monk could compete with the transformation monk!

Mo Yiming's eyes even seemed to be burning at this moment. The anger echoed in his voice, even after the transformation monk felt it, he could not help but be stunned.

Before this, they thought that when Mo Yiming knew that he was facing some transformed monks, he should have shown fear rather than so anger. But now, they suddenly felt inadvertently that Mo Yiming might be more terrifying than they thought.

But even so, the roar of the qi-gathering monks was caused by their transformation monks, but they felt very unhappy.

I originally planned to kill Mo Yiming easily, but now they want to tear Mo Yiming into pieces!

But they didn't know that Mo Yiming was preparing to start a massacre, and this was Mo Yiming's first time.

Even the beautiful swallow, who had been afraid of these people from the Temple of Heaven, seemed to have been resonated with, and the blood in his body was inexplicably rippled, and the intention of fighting was ignited.

As for Zhang Xiaopang, who is not afraid of heaven or earth, there is no need to say much.

On the contrary, Xie Wuchang, who has always been greedy for life and fear of death, showed a resolute look in his eyes, especially when Mo Yiming's voice was still echoing, which made him feel excited. He knew that on this day, these disciples of the Temple of Heaven Sect and the disciples of the Second South Gate could not let them go, so since that's the case, it's better to fight happily!

This is even more true for Lei Xiao. He has always fought side by side with Mo Yiming. He used to be, and now he will be!

But these transformation monks did not intend to take action themselves. Although they felt that Mo Yiming was angry as the sound echoed, at this moment, they felt that Mo Yiming's anger was helpless against the dying struggle!

Suddenly, they like to see Mo Yiming angry!

"I dare to speak to the people of the Temple of Heaven like this, and I won't kill you today! I'm not considered a disciple of the Temple of Heaven!"

At this moment, dozens of Qi-gathering monks behind the transformed monks were drunk one by one, and their cultivation power burst out. They suddenly rushed out, with endless murderous intent in their eyes, and rushed up to Mo Yiming.

Mo Yiming's eyelids slightly raised, and his body fluctuated. Looking at the flying monks, he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Since I don't allow it, I will fight for a way out!"

Mo Yiming did not dodge, but instead stepped out. As the earth shook, his fist clenched and clenched. The void around his fist began to twist within one meter. The power of cultivation quickly condensed on his fist with spiritual energy and punched him out.

The two cultivators of the ninth level of Qi gathering in front of him subconsciously emitted defensive power, but Mo Yiming's power was too great, which directly shattered the defensive power, directly hitting the chests of the two cultivators with a blood hole.

Blood splattered on Mo Yiming's face, radiating heat.

Smelling the bloody smell, Mo Yiming's murderous intent became stronger. He looked up and leaped, and stepped out at the head of another monk.

The monk's expression changed drastically, and his fear suddenly spread all over his body, subconsciously blocking his hands upwards.

“Cruff!”

His hands broke, and before the man could roar, his head exploded and turned into blood and blood.

"Kill!" Lei Xiao gritted his teeth, and his eyes were filled with anger. He stepped forward at one of the Qi-gathering monks, and his five fingers grabbed the void. The magic formula was silently recited in his heart. In the twist of the void, the void turned into a huge fist phantom and appeared out of thin air, and suddenly bombarded the monk.

"Bang!"

The explosion sounded, and the fluctuations of cultivation dispersed. The monk flew backwards directly on the bombardment of the Taishan Mountain Pressure Magic.

"Get out a way!"

Although Xie Wuchang was at the seventh level of Qi gathering, his fighting spirit is still strong now. After a roar, he suddenly bombarded one of the monks. And what he issued was also the Taishan Pressure Spur, but this technique was still related to the power of cultivation. When his fist phantom was swung out, he had a punch in the gathering of Qi in front of him and slapped his palm forward, and the fist phantom turned into waves and echoed.

"Only overestimate one's own ability!" This person's eyes changed. As the fluctuations of cultivation echoed, he stepped forward and the power of cultivation came out of his palm. A bang hit Xie Wuchang's body, causing Xie Wuchang's body to fly backwards.

Even so, Xie Wuchang did not pay attention to the pain coming from his body at this moment. Instead, he felt stronger in his heart. When he jumped into the air, he turned into a rainbow and rushed out.

"How can I lose my fight?" Zhang Xiaopang turned into a Changhong and rushed out. He did not use any magic. He used his fat body and his cultivation power to hit a disciple of the Temple of Heaven, like a big rock flying out, tearing the void with a howling sound.

The Zuimeiyan didn't know how to fly, but her heart was no less fighting spirit than others. When she took a few steps, the earth shook, as if she was raising her body in the air with the help of the rebounding power of the earth.

It was this scene that made a monk who gathered energy nine levels suddenly discover. His eyes looked extremely cold except for murderous intent.

"court death!"

The man shouted in a deep voice, his body turned into a rainbow and rushed out suddenly. With one punch, the Zuimeiyan felt a strong breath and whistled in.
Chapter completed!