When the nine-colored divine light disappeared, the huge tomb chamber was as silent as a pool of stagnant water.
Those who could escape had all escaped, and those who were left were those who couldn't escape with their own strength.
Even though Su Li had taken a batch with him before he left, there was still more than half left behind.
The little fox left with her sister. Cai Huang 'er also disappeared from the main hall. Heavenly Corpse Young Master, Blood Drop Devil Son, Lord Jin Xiao … All of them relied on their own abilities to break out. There were still about twenty cultivators left in the main hall.
The Scorpio Gongzi and Yan Shu were inside. Yan Shu's luck was not good and he did not receive the protection of Su Li's nine-colored divine light. As for the Scorpio Young Master … it was a bit of a tragedy. Originally, his luck was not bad, and he had escaped with Su Li's Nine-Colored Divine Light. In the end, before he could escape the tomb, he had been blasted out by Mo Wen.
Scorpio Prince's face was pale and bloodless. The fear in his heart grew stronger and stronger. At this moment, he finally realized that he was finished!
Other than the Scorpio Prince, Yan Shu's complexion was also extremely ugly. After being trapped in the mausoleum, once the restrictive formation was completely activated, no matter how great one's abilities were, they would not be able to escape.
"So many actually escaped!" Yun Xiaoman said somewhat gloomily.
The people she wanted to deal with the most had all escaped. Although the Array Formation here was powerful, her cultivation was too low, so the speed at which she activated the Array Formation was too slow. In the end, most of the people had escaped. If her cultivation was high enough, she would be able to activate all the arrays and restrictions here in an instant.
The formations and restrictions in the mausoleum slowly revolved. In the end, they were all activated, and endless divine light intersected with each other.
"Mo Wen, I am the young master of the Heavenly Scorpion Clan, the only clansman who has awakened the Immemorial Heavenly Scorpion King Ancestral Demon Sacred Spirit in ten thousand years. If you dare to kill me, the strong practitioners of the Heavenly Scorpion Clan will definitely not let you off."
The Scorpio Young Master looked at Mo Wen in a threatening manner. Right now, he only hoped that Mo Wen would be wary of the power behind him and not go too far.
"Oh, you think I don't dare to kill you?" Mo Wen looked at the Scorpio Young Master playfully.
"Mo Wen, we only have a small conflict, but there is no need to kill someone over it, right? I admit that I like Gu Jingman, but since she is your woman, as long as you let me go, I promise you that I will never appear in front of Gu Jingman again. "
The tone of the Scorpio Young Master was getting lower and lower. He knew clearly that Mo Wen was the inheritor of the Heavenly Path. Mo Wen might not be afraid of his background.
Although the Scorpio Race was also an overlord in the Demon Realm, with two Great Dao Realm Almighties in the race, they were still worlds apart from those forces that had Heavenly Path Sages. Among the cultivators here, Scorpio Gongzi's background could only be said to be ordinary. Many of the cultivators still in the hall had backgrounds above his.
Mo Wen had not expected that the Scorpio Young Master would actually bring up Gu Jingman at this time.
Gu Jingman rolled her eyes and looked at Mister Scorpio with disdain. She felt embarrassed that such a person dared to pursue her.
Many cultivators in the hall looked at Scorpio Prince with disdain. As a man, he actually had the nerve to say such words.
"Small conflict? Who wanted to kill me just now? "Mo Wen said plainly.
"I was just provoked by Jian Qiu just now. He is the inheritor of the Way of the Sword and has a huge force behind him. I dare not disobey what he says."
The Scorpio Young Master continued to defend himself. At this time, face and pride were all insignificant in the face of his life.
"Scorpio, you are too shameless. Although you did not have a good reputation in the past, I still treated you as an outstanding person. Now, look at yourself. You are just a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy. "
A burly man in the hall said with a cold smile.
The dignified Scorpio Young Master was actually so humble and submissive. It was simply embarrassing to be associated with him.
In the hall, some people were still proud and stood there with cold faces. They had no intention of begging for mercy. There were also some people who kept looking around, seemingly looking for a way to survive.
Without a doubt, the only person who could save them at this time was Yun Xiaoman. Without Yun Xiaoman's help, they would not be able to walk out of the Corpse God's Mausoleum at all.
"Big Brother Mo, how do you think we should deal with them?" Yun Xiaoman looked at Mo Wen with a serious face. She looked as though she was saying that these people were at his mercy.
"Deal with us? Humph, little girl, aren't you afraid that the wind will cut your tongue? I am indeed not as good as you in a one-on-one fight, but there are so many of us here. Do you think we are afraid of you? At most, we will all perish together. Everyone will die here, "the burly man who had mocked the Scorpio Young Master said coldly.
The beefy cultivator who had ridiculed Young Master Heavenly Scorpio earlier said coldly. He was a cultivator from the Demon Plane. His name was Shi Dongsheng and he cultivated a cultivation technique of extreme yang. He had a fiery temper and would rather die than submit. However, it was precisely because of this personality that he was rather brave in battle. Usually, when two people met on a narrow path, the courageous one would win. This kind of person who was not afraid of death ended up killing countless experts.
In the Devil Kingdom, his reputation was much higher than Gu Motian's. He was a ruthless person.
What Shi Dongsheng said was true. In terms of numbers, they did indeed have an absolute advantage. Mo Wen, Yun Xiaoman, and Gu Jingman were only three people. On their side, there were more than 20 immortal cultivators. If they fought to the death, it was still uncertain who would win and who would lose.
"Indeed, Mo Wen, you may not necessarily have an advantage now. If you push us too far, don't think of a good ending for everyone. "Another immortal cultivator stood out.
With Shi Dongsheng taking the lead, in an instant, immortal cultivators stood out one after another.
Of course, other than these people who were prepared to resist to the end, there were also some immortal cultivators who did not stand out, such as Nangong Mingzhu and Nangong Lengfeng. The two of them also stayed in the main hall. Apart from them, there were seven or eight immortal cultivators who did not speak.
"You bunch of cowards. At this time, do you still hope that he will let you off?" Shi Dongsheng looked coldly at the group of people who did not speak.
"Don't think that he will let you off just because you lower your heads. In this world, only fists can make others submit," another person said.
Seeing that there were people continuously standing out to resist Mo Wen, Scorpio Young Master's emotions gradually calmed down. Indeed, they had so many people. Could it be that they were afraid of Mo Wen? Although they could not leave, Mo Wen could not think of leaving alive either. At most, they would all die together.
"Mo Wen, now that you have seen it, unless you bring everyone with you, don't think of leaving this place alone."
Scorpio Young Master took a step forward. Seeing that begging Mo Wen would not work, his expression immediately turned cold.
The surrounding immortal cultivators all surrounded Mo Wen and Yun Xiaoman, preventing the two of them from escaping alone.
Mo Wen frowned slightly. If these more than ten people went all out to fight him to the death, they would indeed not be easy to deal with.
(To be continued.)
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