Yun Xiaoman was rather angry. Fortunately, she had arrived in time. Otherwise, Big Brother Mo would have been in danger. These people must be severely punished. They could not be let off lightly.
On the Altar of Noble Blood, millions of immortal cultivators looked at the dozens of earth-shattering figures in the sky. A fire burned in their chests, and hope was ignited in their hearts.
"The Sorcerer God Temple's Demon Hunting Team. That's the legendary Demon Hunting Team. The heavens have eyes. Has the Sorcerer God Temple finally come to punish Patriarch Jiang Lie?"
"Patriarch Jiang Lie is dead this time. Since the Demon Hunting Team has appeared, a Path Integration Realm Patriarch must have fallen."
"We're saved. Thank the heavens, thank fate."
"Who exactly is that youth? He can actually make the Sorcerer God Temple's Demon Hunting Team so respectful. Only the legendary Virtue Realm cultivators can enjoy such treatment."
Zhang Yingjun stared at Mo Wen in a daze. She only recovered after a while. Her eyes were filled with excitement. She could still live! She could still rebuild You Guangzong!
This guy, Mo Wen, was really hiding his strength.
The five Path Integration Realm Patriarchs were completely dumbfounded. They had never dreamed that the Sorcerer God Temple's Demon Hunting Team would appear here because of Mo Wen.
Young Master!
Even a Path Integration Pinnacle Mighty Existence called him Young Master so respectfully.
Who exactly was he?
The more they thought about it, the more they realized that they had provoked someone they could not afford to provoke. Moreover, it was someone they absolutely could not afford to provoke.
Patriarch Jiang Lie's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He even felt like dying. If he had known this would happen, he would not have provoked Mo Wen no matter what.
Who would have known that such a terrifying youth would appear in the wastelands?
The five Patriarchs were in despair. Patriarch Jiang Lie's subordinates from Demon Fire Demon Mountain were all pale with fear. Provoking the Sorcerer God Temple's Demon Hunting Team was a disaster that could wipe out their entire clan.
"It's a misunderstanding. It's all a misunderstanding."
Old Man Ni hurriedly waved his hands and said in a dry voice. He was filled with regret. If he had known this would happen, he would never have gotten involved in this mess.
"Lords of the Sorcerer God Palace, the Grand Blood Altar was created by Old Ancestor Qiao Lie and Old Monster Qu. It has nothing to do with me," said Honorable Mad Shu.
"You're slandering me. The Altar of Noble Blood is the work of Old Monster Jiao Lie alone. It has nothing to do with me. Those captives were all captured by him."
Old Freak Qu was so frightened that he hurriedly tried to defend himself. He did not want to take the blame.
Right now, Layman Zhu Feng, who loved to talk the most, had a sullen expression on his face. He did not say a word. Actually, those who understood the situation knew that the Noble Blood Altar was a small matter at this moment. What was truly fatal was that they had offended the youth, Mo Wen.
The members of the Sorcerer God Temple completely ignored the five Dao Integration old monsters. Their gazes were all fixed on Mo Wen.
"Young Lord?" The black-robed elder cupped his fists and said respectfully.
In his eyes, he didn't care what those five people said. He only cared about what his young master said. Since the Young Lord had given the order, all he had to do was obey.
"Rescue the people on the altar, then execute all the heretic cultivators who practice heretic techniques in Demon Fire Demon Mountain," Mo Wen said plainly.
Demon Fire Demon Mountain was a poisonous nest. Patriarch Jiao Lie was so vicious and evil. Most of the people under his command were not righteous people. Most of them were evil people. For example, there was most likely more than one or two people like Old Demon Xu.
However, Mo Wen did not kill all of them. He only executed those who practiced heretic techniques. As for the cultivators who did not practice heretic techniques, Mo Wen would look at their usual deeds. If they did not have any misdeeds, he would let them go.
Immediately, two Dao Integration Stage cultivators stepped forward. One flew toward the Noble Blood Altar and rescued all the captives on the altar, while the other flew into the sky and unleashed an astonishing divine ability to capture all the cultivators under Patriarch Jiang Lie's command.
For example, Old Demon Xu and the eight lords under Patriarch Jiao Lie were at least at the later stage of the Divine Illusionary Realm. However, when they were captured by a Dao Integration Realm cultivator, they could not resist at all. All of them were imprisoned in a light shroud.
"Thousands of Clones!"
A Dao Integration Realm cultivator in the Demon Hunting Team turned into black smoke. Then, a large number of figures appeared in the black smoke. In the blink of an eye, thousands of figures appeared in the sky. Each of those figures was comparable to the Divine Illusionary Realm. With thousands of figures charging into the city, the cultivators of Demon Fire Demon Mountain had nowhere to escape.
Patriarch Jiao Lie stood in the sky with a pale face. He could only watch helplessly as the people of the Sorcerer God Temple captured his subordinates. He did not dare to stop them.
"You guys, I told you to leave, but you didn't want to leave at all?"
Mo Wen stepped forward and looked at Supremacy Mad Shu, Old Man Ni, Old Monster Qu, and Householder Zhu Feng. Although these four people coveted the treasure-seeking mystical items on him, they were not as evil and crazy as Patriarch Jiao Lie. If they took the initiative to leave, Mo Wen could let them go.
Unfortunately, they were not willing to leave.
The four of them looked at each other and laughed bitterly after a while. They did not know that this would happen. If they had known, they would not have stayed in Demon Fire City even if they were beaten to death.
"Young Master, we have eyes but failed to recognize you. Please let us go."
Old Man Ni bowed respectfully, hoping that Mo Wen would let them go. At least from Mo Wen's previous attitude, it seemed that there was still room for negotiation.
Supremacy Mad Shu, Householder Zhu Feng, and the others also smiled bitterly and bowed. They looked at Mo Wen with pleading eyes.
At their level of cultivation, they cherished their lives even more. It was not easy to reach the Path Integration Realm and stand at the peak of the wastelands. They were worshipped and revered by others and were supreme. How could they be willing to give up such a status? Death would be the end of all their troubles.
"It's too late to beg for mercy now." Mo Wen smiled coldly.
He told them to leave before, but they did not. Now they want to leave. How could there be such a good thing in the world?
The four Path Integration Realm Patriarchs looked embarrassed and regretful. They were very anxious. Could it be that this young master wanted to kill them all?
"Young Master, if you spare my life, I am willing to become your slave and serve you for the rest of my life," Patriarch Jiao Lie said humbly with his head lowered.
Old Ancestor Jiang Lie lowered his head and said humbly. As long as he didn't die, he still had hope. He definitely couldn't die here.
Mo Wen looked at Patriarch Sheng Lie in surprise. This old monster of the Path Integration Realm was someone who was flexible and ruthless. This kind of person was not to be trifled with. Mo Wen had to kill him as soon as possible to prevent him from becoming a threat.
"I said that you will die without a doubt," Mo Wen said lightly.
As soon as he finished speaking, a Sorcerer God's Temple cultivator with Path Integration Realm cultivation pounced forward. A dim light filled the sky and covered the entire Devil Fire City. A terrifying Path Integration Realm directly covered Patriarch Sheng Lie's Path Integration Realm.
"Young Master, spare my life."
Patriarch Sheng Lie turned pale with fright and tried to escape. Unfortunately, the person in front of him was not only a Path Integration Realm cultivator with a cultivation far higher than his, but also a ruthless character. Countless Blood Blades exploded in the Dim Dark Realm. Before Patriarch Sheng Lie could react, his body was drowned in the tide of Blood Blades.
After a while, the dim light faded and a white skeleton fell from the sky, smashing onto the ground with a thud.
Patriarch Sheng Lie, who had been fierce and mighty in the past, was now only left with a white skeleton.
The remaining four Dao Integration Realm Patriarchs looked at the skeleton on the ground and kept quiet out of fear. Their throats were dry, and their fingertips trembled slightly.
The cultivators of the Demon Hunting Team were all ruthless characters. One of them was enough to wipe them out. They most likely would not even have a chance to escape.
"Young Master, spare our lives. We have committed a grave mistake and are willing to accept any punishment."
At this time, the four of them could only pin their hopes on Mo Wen, hoping that he would spare them. As long as they did not die, they still had hope. Being alive was better than being dead.
"These four people can be spared from death, but they cannot escape punishment. As for the punishment, it is up to you."
Mo Wen looked at the black-robed elder beside him and said lightly. This person was called Ming Yan, and he was an Inner Palace Guard of Sorcerer God Palace. To become an Inner Palace Guard of Sorcerer God Palace, he was naturally not an ordinary cultivator. Although it was almost impossible for him to break through to the Great Law Realm, there were very few Path Integration Realm cultivators who could match him.
"I understand." Ming Yan bowed and then looked at the four Dao Integration Realm Patriarchs.
Upon hearing this, the four of them were overjoyed and hurriedly said, "We are willing to accept punishment. We will listen to your orders."
Ming Yan glanced at the four of them and then said lightly, "Tie these people up and send them directly to the Remote Sky Battlefield. If they do not die within ten thousand years, they can return to the Wastelands. Of course, if they can accumulate enough battle merits, they can also return to the Wastelands in advance. "
"Young Master, what do you think?"
The Remote Sky Battlefield!
Upon hearing this, Mo Wen's eyelids twitched. He had cultivated in Sorcerer God Palace for more than ten years, so he naturally knew what kind of place the Remote Sky Battlefield was. If these four people were sent to the Remote Sky Battlefield, they would most likely die. If they did not die within ten thousand years, even Path Integration Realm existences could only depend on luck. This punishment was rather heavy.
"Approved!" Mo Wen said lightly. If there was no danger, then the punishment would be meaningless. As for whether they would die in the Remote Sky Battlefield, that was not something he cared about.
Upon hearing this, the four Path Integration Realm Patriarchs were so scared that their faces turned pale. Was the Remote Sky Battlefield the legendary terrifying battlefield?
Before the four of them could continue pleading, a few Sorcerer God Temple cultivators imprisoned them and took them away.
In a huge palace that originally belonged to Patriarch Jiao Lie in Devil Fire City.
"Big Brother Mo, is it really you?" Zaguli still could not believe it.
The Big Brother Mo from before had actually returned again.
"Zaguli, it is no longer a secret that you have the inheritance of a Primeval Path Integration Realm cultivator. In the future, you have to be very careful when you do things in the Wastelands," Mo Wen said with a smile.
Mo Wen said with a smile. He could not always protect her in the wastelands.
However, after this battle, there would probably not be many people who would dare to have designs on Zaguli in the future. After all, in the Wastelands, the Sorcerer God Temple was the least to be offended. The entire Ancestral Sorcerer Battlefield was just the Sorcerer God's backyard.
Zaguli nodded fiercely and said, "Big Brother Mo, I will definitely cultivate hard and not slack off. In the future, I want to become a strong practitioner like you."
"Fairy Zhang, aren't you preparing to rebuild the You Guang Sect? This Demon Fire Demon Mountain is a treasure land. You can establish your sect here."
Mo Wen looked at Zhang Yingjun in the great hall and said with a smile.
Her and Ye Keming's greatest wish was to rebuild the You Guang Sect and carry forward the sect's teachings.
"We can establish a sect in the Demon Fire Demon Mountain?"
Zhang Yingjun and Ye Keming were both pleasantly surprised. This was a huge gift. In the past, the Demon Fire Demon Mountain had been occupied by Patriarch Jiao Lie. Any cultivator who came to cultivate in the Demon Fire Demon Mountain had to pay a rental fee to Patriarch Jiao Lie. Many people were envious.
Would this treasure land belong to the You Guang Sect in the future?
(To be continued.)
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