Quickly wear the cannon fodder, he made this short-lived script

As Mo Ci finished speaking, a torrential downpour of pressure came.

This Immortal Master Qing Ling still wants to suppress him with his cultivation as he did before.

It really is true that one trick can make you successful in everything.

Mo Ci's arrival was indeed beyond the expectations of Immortal Qingling.

However, in the eyes of Immortal Venerable Qingling, whether Mo Ci comes or not, the final result will be the same.

It was just right for him to catch them all in one fell swoop.

Whether it is Mo Ci, the Qilin or the Jiuqingyouhuangdi.

In the end, it will all be his.

However, he was confident when he saw Mo Ci standing there steadily and unaffected.

His expression changed and the pressure intensified.

Similarly, Mo Ci still didn't feel anything, and Immortal Qing Ling's expression became solemn.

As a cultivator who had reached the great perfection of the fusion stage, he immediately went all out and no longer hid his strength.

However, this action of his caused the pressure to spread to the surroundings.

Even the leaders who came on this trip could feel his power, and he had to protect the disciples behind him at the same time.

For a moment, it was a bit difficult.

Looking at Mo Ci again, he was still standing there with a calm expression.

Even Mo Qi, the Qilin, raised his front hooves and looked at the Immortal Qing Ling provocatively.

As a result, the solemn expression on Immortal Qingling's face became more and more intense.

He stared straight at Mo Ci, as if he wanted to stare a hole in Mo Ci.

"Fang Honglu, what is your current cultivation level?"

As he asked this, several impossible thoughts flashed through his mind.

He even drew out his own magical weapon at the first moment, ready to attack Mo Ci at any time.

Mo Ci did not answer him, but turned his head to look at Bu Fan and the other two who were protected and had no problems.

The two noticed Mo Ci's gaze. Bu Fan even winked at Mo Ci and made a cheering gesture with his hand.

This look made Mo Ci look away with amusement.

Too lazy to talk more with Immortal Qingling, two short swords appeared in his hands, and then Mo Ci walked towards Immortal Qingling.

It happened to collide with the magic weapon of Immortal Qingling, and the two separated and then quickly reunited.

No one spoke, and the fight just started.

In this way, the pressure from Immortal Master Qing Ling could no longer be maintained.

Everyone looked at this scene and stepped back, leaving them a larger space.

The more they fought, the more surprised Immortal Qingling became.

Even the people outside the venue couldn't believe it.

"Immortal Qingling is at the Fusion Stage. That... Fang Honglu is actually so powerful? Is he really Fang Honglu?"

Someone spoke up, and immediately others followed suit and started talking.

"How could what Immortal Qing Ling said just now be false?"

"Hey?! From the Yuxiao Sect, take a look, is that guy really Fang Honglu?"

Some people even directly asked other disciples of the Yuxiao Sect.

The disciples looked at the two people on the field and were so shocked that they were speechless.

Although Fang Honglu was always among the top ones when he was in Yuxiao Sect.

But now, he was able to fight with the Immortal Master Qing Ling who was in the fusion stage.

How terrifying is this?!

The disciples of Yuxiao Sect who heard the question were silent for a moment before nodding woodenly.

Now, everyone was in an uproar and started talking again.

"It really is Fang Honglu. However, that Fang Honglu shouldn't be that old this year, right? Surprisingly..."

Yes, the man in front of him who was fighting on equal terms with Immortal Master Qing Ling was not even thirty years old.

This can no longer be described as "genius", it should be said that it is.

A peerless talent!

"Hiss! The Yuxiao Sect has always said that Fang Honglu is a despicable person. I'm afraid he's here to seek revenge?"

"If you put it that way, Fang Honglu, at such a young age, is already able to fight with someone in the Fusion Stage, he must be a Fusion Stage cultivator as well. Perhaps the master is jealous of his disciple?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, it's really hard to say. You know, Fang Honglu had always had a good reputation before, but then suddenly it became so bad. Now it seems that there is a lot of water in it!"

"If such a young cultivator in the Fusion Stage were to be placed in our sect, we would definitely treat him with courtesy and offer him whatever he wants with both hands."

"I wonder if the Yuxiao Sect will regret it. Such a young cultivator in the Fusion Stage, who had great potential for ascension, was actually expelled from their ranks like this."

"Hahaha, this is what they call not bullying the poor young people."

"..."

The crowd was noisy, and Mo Ci and Qing Ling Xianzun were still fighting over there.

Mo Ci's current strength should be considered as the early stage of fusion.

Under normal circumstances, one would suffer some losses when facing the Immortal Master Qing Ling, who has reached the great perfection of the fusion stage.

However, Mo Ci’s cultivation method is different, and his skills are also among the top ones.

In addition, his cultivation level is only lower than that of Qingling Immortal Venerable, but in other aspects, Qingling Immortal Venerable cannot compare with him.

With one positive and one negative, the two of them reached a strange draw.

Bu Fan and Yin Sang on the other side saw Mo Ci and Qing Ling Xianzun fighting, and their hearts were in their throats.

I didn’t expect that Mo Ci’s cultivation was so strong.

While the two of them breathed a sigh of relief, they also thought at the same time, wow, he even hid it from them.

Are we still good brothers?!

And he thought that after this matter was over, he would definitely interrogate Mo Ci.

The two people's thoughts at this moment actually reached an unprecedented consensus, and there was a tacit understanding between them when they looked at each other.

After making sure that there was nothing wrong with Mo Ci, Bu Fan tugged at his father's sleeve.

Bu's father was watching the two people fighting fiercely, and he could only turn his head away when his son interrupted him.

His gaze was still on the two people over there. Seeing this, Bu Fan did nothing but lowered his voice.

"Dad, tell me, what exactly did Qing Ling Xianzun mean by what he just said?"

"What is related to the future of our generation of monks? Also, what does he want you to do?"

As soon as this question was asked, Bu Di no longer cared about the two people on the field.

He immediately turned around and set up a soundproofing array around the two of them.

"Bu Chengxiu! You want to eat my fried bamboo shoots and pork, you little brat?!"

Don’t be fooled by Bu Die’s gentle appearance, he has an extremely bad temper.

However, Bu Fan didn't take his father's temper seriously at all. He knew that his father had already set up a barrier, so he stopped lowering his voice.

"Dad, just tell your son. If you don't, I can just ask someone else."

Bu Die: ...

Treason, treason!

Bu Di was so angry that his breathing became heavier.

After a while, he finally grabbed Bu Fan's shoulders, with a heavy look in his eyes.

"The Immortal Venerable Qing Ling is currently the strongest person in the entire Longyuan Continent, and his master is the Lord of Longyuan."

"So, he said..."

Immortal Qingling said that he had sensed the divine secret, that the path to ascension on this continent had been cut off.

But fortunately, the former Lord Longyuan left a glimmer of hope before his death.

And this glimmer of hope lies in this place where God fell.

What is needed is to sacrifice some monks alive.

These monks are also prepared to sacrifice.

I only wish to open this path to ascension and provide a smooth path for future generations.