Crossing to Douqi Continent and walking sideways

The soul power of Xiao Muchen and the Lord of the Evil Dark Palace, Youying, was in a stalemate, and the powerful energy fluctuations made the entire space turbulent. The air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound, and the surrounding scenery was also distorted under the impact of this force.

Feng Ying fell not far away. Although he was seriously injured, his eyes full of hatred were still fixed on Xiao Muchen. His breathing was rapid and blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth, but the hatred in his heart made him unwilling to fall down.

The disciples of Lingyun Sect watched nervously from a distance, their hearts in their throats. Everyone's face was filled with worry and anxiety, and they were sweating for Xiao Muchen's safety.

Xiao Muchen gritted his teeth, veins popping out on his forehead, and tried his best to mobilize the Dou Qi and the strange fire in his body. Around his body, the Dou Qi burned like a flame, and the strange fire was like a lively spirit, constantly jumping and flickering. He tried to suppress the powerful and evil soul power of the shadow.

The soul power was like a thick dark flame, constantly rolling and surging, trying to break through Xiao Muchen's defenses and erode his will.

"Xiao Muchen, don't even think about escaping today!" The shadow's voice exploded in Xiao Muchen's mind like thunder, carrying endless threats and intimidation.

Xiao Muchen snorted coldly, with a hint of determination in his eyes: "Shadow, you are just a soul force, what can you do to me!"

He suddenly increased his power output, and the fighting spirit in his body surged like a raging river. Under his command, the strange fire turned into a huge phoenix, burning with blazing flames, flapping its wings and flying high, rushing towards the dark soul power.

The moment the two collided, time seemed to freeze. Then, a thunderous sound erupted, and the light was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it. The huge energy impact spread in all directions, and wherever it went, the rocks collapsed and the trees turned to ashes.

At this time, the Dark Alliance warriors gradually gathered around him. They had fierce eyes and a strong aura, and they were eager to take the opportunity to kill Xiao Muchen.

"Everyone, come together and kill him!" Someone shouted, breaking the brief peace.

The strong men of the Dark Alliance displayed their powerful fighting skills one after another. For a moment, all kinds of flashing attacks came at Xiao Muchen like a rainstorm. There were flaming fist shadows, frost-like sword energy, and dark magic balls. Each attack contained deadly power.

Xiao Muchen's figure was as fast as lightning, shuttling through the enemy group. His figure was so fast that it was hard to grasp, as if he had turned into a phantom. The long sword in his hand was waving, and the sword shadows were heavy, bringing up pieces of blood.

A Dou Zun strongman held a huge axe, with a cold light flashing on the axe blade, and chopped it down towards Xiao Muchen's head. Xiao Muchen dodged sideways, as agile as a civet cat. He stabbed the opponent's throat with a backhanded sword, as fast as lightning. The Dou Zun strongman also reacted very quickly and blocked the fatal blow with the axe handle. But Xiao Muchen's strength was too strong, and the impact of the collision directly knocked him back dozens of steps. The Dou Zun strongman's knuckles were cracked and blood flowed.

Another Dou Zun strongman took the opportunity to attack from behind, stabbing Xiao Muchen's back with the long sword in his hand. Xiao Muchen seemed to have eyes on his back, and kicked the man in the chest with a roundhouse kick. There were only a few "cracks", and the Dou Zun strongman's ribs were broken, spitting blood from his mouth, and flew backwards.

However, the enemies were numerous and powerful. Xiao Muchen gradually felt overwhelmed, his breathing became rapid, and his movements began to slow down. The wounds on his body continued to increase, and the blood stained his clothes, making him look like a bloody man.

Just when Xiao Muchen was in a desperate situation, a strong aura suddenly came from Lingyun Sect. A figure instantly appeared on the battlefield. It was Xiao Muchen's teacher, Master Mo.

Mo Lao's eyes were as cold as the frost and snow in winter, making people shudder. He looked at the enemies besieging Xiao Muchen and shouted angrily, "How dare you hurt my disciple!"

Before he finished speaking, Mo Lao raised his hand and a powerful force swept out like a surging wave. This force was invisible and colorless, but it contained endless power. It directly knocked away several Dark Alliance warriors who were besieging Xiao Muchen. Their bodies drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground, unable to get up again.

Feng Ying was shocked when he saw Mo Lao appear, and fear instantly took over his heart. He knew how powerful Mo Lao was, so he didn't dare to stay for even a moment and turned around to escape.

How could Mr. Mo let him get his wish? He flashed and appeared in front of Fengying like a ghost.

"Want to run? Not that easy!" said Mo Lao, slapping his palms, a strong pressure directly enveloped Feng Ying. Feng Ying felt as if he was pressed down by a mountain, unable to move at all.

Feng Ying fought back desperately, mobilizing all his fighting spirit to try to break free from the pressure. But he was already seriously injured, and had no power to fight back in front of Mo Lao. Mo Lao's palm slapped Feng Ying's head heavily, and Feng Ying bled instantly, the light in his eyes quickly dissipated, and he fell to the ground and died.

After dealing with Fengying, Mo Lao turned to look at Youying's soul power.

"With just soul power, you dare to act so presumptuously here!" Mo Lao formed seals with his hands and muttered something. A ray of light shot out from his hands. This light was pure and powerful, like the light of dawn, dispelling the darkness.

The shadow's soul power let out a painful roar and tried to struggle and resist, but under Mo Lao's powerful attack, it gradually became weaker and finally dissipated into nothingness.

When the Dark Alliance's Dou Zun warriors saw this scene, they turned pale with fear. Their confidence collapsed in an instant and they all wanted to escape from this horrible place.

Mo Lao snorted coldly: "Don't even think about leaving!"

He once again used his powerful fighting skills, and a ray of light enveloped all the enemies. This light was like a huge cage, trapping them inside. In the light, there were screams, which were the desperate cries of the enemies. When the light disappeared, all the Dou Zun masters fell to the ground and died, and no one could escape.

After the battle, Xiao Muchen's tense nerves finally relaxed and his body was shaky.

Mr. Mo quickly supported him: "Mu Chen, are you okay?"

Xiao Muchen smiled weakly: "Teacher, I'm fine, luckily you are here."

Mo Lao looked at him distressedly: "Don't talk yet, I will take you back to heal your wounds."

As he spoke, Old Mo took Xiao Muchen and turned into a stream of light and returned to Lingyun Sect.

In Lingyun Sect, the disciples cheered and were excited about the victory. They shouted the names of Xiao Muchen and Mo Lao loudly, and their voices echoed in the valley.

With the help of Mo Lao, Xiao Muchen began to heal his wounds. He sat in a secret room surrounded by precious elixirs and spiritual herbs. Mo Lao was guarding him and constantly supplying him with fighting spirit to help him recover from his injuries.

Xiao Muchen secretly vowed in his heart that he must become stronger so that he could better protect the sect and the people around him. He closed his eyes and used all his strength to circulate the fighting spirit in his body to repair his injured meridians and body.

After several days and nights of healing, Xiao Muchen's injuries finally gradually improved. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were shining with a more determined light.