Chapter 100
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The area was filled with cultivators.
Many of them were whispering to each other, discussing animatedly.
The Mo Clan disciples in charge of maintaining order at this session of the Dao Discussion were extremely busy.
"Fellow Daoists, you can't enter." A Mo Clan disciple stood in front of a few people who wanted to enter the pit.
"Why?" Someone questioned. "Treasures are meant for those who are fated to obtain them. Are you Mo Clan disciples going to use this as an excuse to monopolize the treasures?"
The surrounding crowd also voiced their dissatisfaction.
"I think that's what the Mo Clan is planning. I'm afraid that even the Six Daoist Sects rarely have such treasures."
"Since the immortal sects are righteous, I didn't expect that there would be crafty people among them."
"That's right, that's right …"
"That's not the case." That Mo Clan disciple wiped the sweat off his forehead. "It's really too dangerous inside. Cultivators can easily lose their lives inside. The reason why we're stopping everyone from entering is to protect everyone's safety! "
The person walking in front sneered. "In the cultivation world, which one doesn't have to fight for treasures and opportunities? Which one is completely free of danger? "
"Little girl, if you're afraid of danger, then go home and drink milk for a few more years."
The Mo Clan disciple who stepped forward to dissuade her was slightly red-eyed.
"Ah Yao, forget it." A Mo Clan youth tugged at his senior sister's Daoist robe.
The female Mo Clan disciple stubbornly said, "I'm not lying to you! It's really dangerous inside! "
"Cut the crap and get out of the way!" The cultivator in front pushed the Mo Clan disciple away.
The female Mo Clan disciple staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.
The few cultivators looked at the scarlet radiance of the treasures in the center of the pit, their eyes filled with greed. They controlled their treasures and flew into the pit.
Crimson flames engulfed their figures.
The female Mo Clan disciple sighed and closed her eyes.
A few shrill screams suddenly came from the pit. The few cultivators who had entered fled out, but their faces, bodies, and even the treasures beside them were all burning.
"Someone save us!"
"This fire is burning … the fire is burning our souls!"
However, before they could completely escape from the pit, they had already been reduced to black ashes, drifting through the air.
The crowd fell silent.
The youth from the Mo Clan stepped forward and bent down to hold his Senior Sister's hand. He cursed in a low voice, "A bunch of idiots who won't listen to advice."
Then, he saw someone walk past him.
From his angle, he could only see the hem of his opponent's black robe.
"Hey! Wait a minute, didn't you see what happened to those people just now? "The youth from the Mo Clan hurriedly called out to him, wanting to chase after him and stop him. However, Senior Sister suddenly grabbed his hand.
The young man turned around and saw his senior sister shaking her head at him.
The black-robed man stopped.
That voice was low and not loud, but it spread over a radius of several kilometers.
"This place will be temporarily taken over by the Glorious Sun Imperial Family. Those who have nothing to do with this, please leave immediately."
Mo Zongshao widened his eyes.
As members of the Mohist Sect, one of the Six Daoist Sects, they were well aware of the dangers of the huge pit. Moreover, he did not dare to announce that he was going to take over the place where the treasure appeared in front of the cultivators from the five continents and four seas. What right did this person have?
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