Just as Lin Xuan was being ravaged by the black wind, Mo Qiuyang was in trouble as well.
Lin Xuan took out the Demon-Buster Field and transformed it into an irregular shaped bell, enveloping Mo Qiuyang within it.
The standard form of the Demon-Buster Field was actually the Demon Suppressing Tower.
However, Lin Xuan did not want to expose his signature move. Hence, he changed it slightly and transformed the Demon Suppressing Tower into an irregular and crooked Demon Suppressing Bell. However, the effect was the same.
Mo Qiuyang was enveloped by the Demon Suppressing Bell and immediately felt a demon-summoning sound that tore at his soul, causing him great discomfort.
Although Mo Qiuyang was surprised, he was not worried.
This was because he firmly believed that Lin Xuan would not live for more than a second.
He forcefully endured the pain in his soul and tried his best to widen his eyes as he watched Lin Xuan melt away in the black wind with a look of satisfaction.
Killing a Son of Chaos was a rare experience for him.
However, in the next moment, he widened his eyes and looked at Lin Xuan in disbelief.
"How … How is this possible! He actually blocked it! "
Mo Qiuyang looked as if he had seen a ghost.
His Spiritual Art, Wind Erosion, was enough to kill a beginner of the Transcendent Realm. More than a hundred Transcendent Realm experts had died under this move. Hence, he was extremely confident.
However, at this moment, he had actually failed!
"Mo Qiuyang, you are very powerful! Unfortunately, you are still a little weaker than me! "
Lin Xuan sneered and waved his hand. The Demon Suppressing Bell immediately shrunk and transformed into a small cage, trapping Mo Qiuyang within and dragging him down from the sky.
"No! This is impossible! "
Mo Qiuyang could not help but panic. He had thought that Mo Xiao would definitely die under his Spiritual Art. By then, he would be out of his predicament. Hence, he had not thought of how to escape from the cage.
However, Mo Xiao was not dead yet. Instead, he was the unlucky one. He could not help but panic. He wanted to rush out of the cage, but his soul was trapped and it was even more painful.
Fortunately, his temperament was still firm. In the face of danger, he once again turned into a gust of wind and tried to escape the predicament.
However, he soon discovered that although his Yuan Qi could enter and leave the cage at will, his Divine Soul was still trapped in the cage. As long as he touched the barrier of the Devil Bell, his Divine Soul would feel a tearing pain.
Since he couldn't force his way in, he immediately reverted to his original form and quickly took out a Space Scroll from his ring.
This spatial scroll could allow him to escape through space and ignore 90% of the restrictions and formations in this world. It was priceless and was also his last life-saving trump card.
But at this time, he was already within ten meters of Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan sneered. His left hand quickly opened up a space portal, and his right hand grabbed the Demon Suppressing Bell and Mo Qiuyang, who was inside, and shoved them into the space portal.
"No!"
Mo Qiuyang roared furiously. At the same time as he entered the spatial portal, he crushed the spatial scroll.
Unfortunately, he was still a step too late.
The spatial scroll glowed with white light and enveloped him, allowing him to escape a hundred miles away in an instant.
However, the surrounding world was no longer the Nine Pole Star, nor was it the starry sky. Instead, it was a strange and boundless world filled with gray fog.
The air was filled with a large amount of death aura, baleful aura, and poisonous miasma, but there wasn't a trace of Yuan Qi.
"Damn it! Where the hell is this place? Mo Xiao! Let me out! "
Mo Qiuyang roared in exasperation.
"Kekekeke! Brat, since you're here, don't even think about getting out! Until now, no one has ever successfully escaped from this prison. Yes, the ones I let go don't count! "
A sinister and strange laughter floated in the air. It was the voice of the Nine-Headed Snake Artifact Spirit.
Without a doubt, Mo Qiuyang was thrown into the first level of the Dragon Sealing Pagoda by Lin Xuan to accompany Maki Cangsheng, Yin Bieli, and the others …
While Lin Xuan was dealing with Mo Qiu Yang, Mo Xie Feng saw that something was wrong and suddenly increased his speed, rushing over as fast as lightning.
Seeing the most outstanding junior of the Mo Clan captured, Mo Xuefeng was shocked and angry. At the same time, he was filled with regret.
He must have been out of his mind to look down on a Son of Chaos! Even if this Son of Chaos had a low cultivation level, he was still a Son of Chaos!
However, he was still in time. As long as Mo Xiao couldn't return to Kunlun Temple instantly, he wouldn't be able to escape.
"Mo Xiao! Let Qiuyang out immediately! This old man can give you a quick death! "
Before he arrived, Mo Xuefeng's bone-chilling voice could be heard from afar.
However, Lin Xuan wasn't afraid at all.
He looked back coldly at Mo Xuefeng and memorized that powerful aura in his heart. He smiled coldly and immediately communicated with the Chaos Token. His figure suddenly disappeared.
Whoosh!
Mo Xiefeng suddenly arrived, but pounced on empty air.
His sinister eyes scanned the surroundings coldly, and his expression gradually turned ugly.
"How did he disappear? This place has already been sealed, and techniques like the Void Shift are useless. How did he disappear? "
"Could it be that Qiuyang didn't use the Indifference Talisman? Damn it! "
Mo Xuefeng was so angry that his eyes were about to explode!
After spending three years, not only did they fail at the last step, but they also lost the number one genius of the Mo Clan in thousands of years!
For a moment, Mo Xuefeng was so angry that his lungs almost exploded!
He waved his hand, and within a ten-mile radius, there were explosions. Chaotic vital energy surged endlessly, creating a huge commotion.
After venting for a while, he let out a roar of unwillingness. Then, he rose into the air and charged into the vast starry sky.
…
After communicating with the Chaos Token, Lin Xuan instantly returned to Kunlun Temple.
He walked out of the main hall and went to the Drunken Sword House again. He ordered a few jars of wine to calm himself down.
"Sigh, I used another portion of the Power of Creation. My heart hurts!"
Lin Xuan drank a bottle of strong wine and shook his head with a bitter smile.
However, this portion of Power of Creation was worth it. It was even more valuable than the Power of Creation that he had used in the past.
This was because he had captured a peerless genius with powerful martial arts fate. This also allowed him to take a very important step in his plan of creating a divine artifact.
However, the difficulty of creating a divine artifact was simply unimaginable. Even though he had the Rules of Creation materials, a peerless Dao weapon, and the Son of Destiny, he still lacked some necessary conditions. These still needed to be perfected in the future.
The matter of creating a divine artifact could not be rushed, but the matter of the True Force Domain was imminent.
As Lin Xuan drank, he thought about the mess in the Northern Wilderness of the True Force Domain.
Originally, he had already planned to retreat from the Northern Wilderness if he could not defend it. He would leave the True Force Domain and bring his women and subordinates to the Alien Realm to develop.
However, he did not expect the Imperial Dao Slave to jump out at the last moment and ask him to defend the Northern Wilderness. This made him feel as if he had eaten a fly, and he was very unhappy.
The Human Emperor Tablet's power had weakened, and the restrictions had been relaxed. Experts of the Heavenly Transformation Realm had become the mainstream in the Northern Wilderness.
However, there were no more than 100 experts of the Heavenly Transformation Realm in the Saint Lotus Path. Even if those experts of the Zombie Path who only retained their physical strength were included, there were only slightly more than 300 of them.
As for the Dragons clan, there were probably tens of thousands of dragon beasts that were Rank Four and above.
It could be said that the Imperial Dao Slave wanted him and the Saint Lotus Path to be cannon fodder in the Northern Wilderness so that he could delay the Dragons clan's invasion of the South.
If they could delay it for 10 or 20 years, there might be a new king in the Middle Mainland. Then, the new king would lead the human race to the final battle against the Dragons clan.
However, by that time, he and the people of the Saint Lotus Path would have already been dead.
"The Imperial Dao Slave was just created by a few cowardly eunuchs under the Human Emperor. How dare he think of himself as the king and control everyone's fate. How ridiculous! The True Force Domain is just a small pond! "
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