Hun Kun clapped his hands with a smile, "I knew you would intervene. As expected, I didn't disappoint me. This is the only thing that is interesting." He paused for a moment and continued, "Bone Fire is already in the third level of demonization. You are really strong in your ability to kill him. I cherish your cultivation level hard-earned, so I will give you a chance. If you agree to join the Burial Sect to serve me, all things today will be revealed, and these people don't have to die."

"How is it? Think about it carefully."

Mo Yu shook his head, "I don't want to be enemies with the Burial Sect, so let them go."

"Are you refusing? It's good to have a personality, it's good to have a good personality." Although Hun Kun was still smiling, his eyes were already cold. "But I don't like people with too many personalities. Since they can't be used by me, they are my enemies."

"And the enemy's fate is death."

Mo Yu frowned slightly, "You can't kill me."

"No, I want you to die, you won't be alive!" Hun Kun sneered. His dark golden robe suddenly became windless. Every eye on it opened at the same moment. There were no eyeballs inside, and a faint gray light was emitted.

The faces of the monks of the Burial Curse Sect surrounding him changed drastically at the same time, and they hurriedly retreated, not daring to touch the light at all, and their eyes were filled with fear.

Mo Yu's heart suddenly contracted, and a strong sense of crisis surged into his heart in an instant. Without waiting for him to react, a gray color appeared in his soul space without warning.

This is a dull color, representing decay and destruction, without any vitality, but it suddenly expands at the moment of its appearance, and it has occupied the scope of a large area in a blink of an eye.

The area covered by gray seemed to be destroyed, and completely disappeared from the sense of Mo Yu.

This is the soul curse technique, one of the strongest curse powers in the Burial Curse Sect. With the cultivation level of Soul Kun, there is no qualification to display it. However, the dark gold robe on his body was sealed with a trace of the burial curse power of the ancestor. Although it is extremely thin, no one can resist it in the realm of the God Emperor.

Because of this, even if Mo Yu appeared and destroyed his plan, Hun Kun was not afraid in his heart. It was a pity that such a strong man could not be used by him.

He turned around and looked at Thirteen and others, "It's your turn now."

But at this moment, Hun Kun's face suddenly changed, he turned to look at Mo Yu, and his eyes were filled with shock and anger, "Impossible, how can you fight against the power of the Soul Curse!"

"You guys hurry up and kill him!"

Nu Yi's figure moved and appeared directly in front of Mo Yu. As a escort of the dead soldier who had been trained since childhood, his purpose of living was to protect Hun Kun's safety.

He raised his hand and pressed his palm to his chest with all his strength, but the next moment he showed fear in his eyes.

A gray color spread rapidly from Mo Yu's body to him and disappeared directly. His eyes dimmed and he lost all his breath.

This is the power of the soul curse, and Nu Yi's soul has been annihilated in an instant contact.

Hun Kun's killing move has now become Mo Yu's amulet.

The other monks of the Burial Curse Sect had stiffened and did not dare to get closer.

"Idiot! Don't touch his identity, use magical powers to bombard his vitals!" Hun Kun screamed, his body suddenly trembled, his eyes became more fearful, and he opened his mouth and spewed out a stream of blood, "Take the blood of my soul clan as a sacrifice, kill and kill!"

puff--

The blood separated directly into countless small blood beads and tapped into his robe eyes, which immediately made the darkness stained with a faint blood color.

The power of the soul curse increased greatly.

But at the cost, Hun Kun's appearance instantly grew older, becoming a middle-aged man in his thirties, and his breath in his body was greatly weakened.

But all of this is in vain.

Mo Yu's eyes suddenly opened, and a shadow of a millstone appeared deep in the left and right eyes, one black and one white, slowly turning. His expression was indifferent, and his eyes fell on Hun Kun, "I will return it to you."

"Ah!" Hun Kun suddenly howled in pain, thousands of eyes trembled in the dark golden robe, and blood and tears flowed out. All the soul spell power applied to Mo Yu's body had entered his body.

Curse backfire!

This is an ending that all the monks of the Burial Curse Sect never want to face. Once it appears, the power of the backlash will increase by more than twice as much as normal.

By then, it is impossible to resist the monk who casts the curse!

The more powerful the curse is, the more terrifying it will be to kill oneself.

If Hun Kun was not a descendant of the direct bloodline of the Soul clan, his own bloodline had a natural high resistance attribute to the curse power, and the Thousand Eyes Soul Curse Robe resisted some of the curse backfire power for him. Just one breathing time, the backfire soul curse could destroy his soul.

But the result now only made him barely support for a while, and he could appreciate the pain of the curse backfire more clearly.

"You dare to kill me! You dare to kill me!" Hun Kun roared resentfully. The pain of the annihilation of soul made his mind confused, but he forgot that this was the curse power he used to kill Mo Yu. Now that he was backfired, he was only suffering.

"The Burial Sect will become your eternal enemy, and you will endure the endless pursuit until you lose your soul in a more painful way!"

"I will be waiting for you in the underworld!"

call--

The dark gold robe on Hun Kun suddenly burned, forming a ball of golden flame, which flashed and disappeared without a trace.

Soon, it will appear in the Burial Curse Sect, perfectly reappearing the situation here, leaving the monk who killed him without any escape.

This is a common trick used by sect monks, and this is used as a guarantee for important sect monks. Once something happens to them, it will inevitably trigger the entire sect to retaliate.

Because once this cannot be done, it will be a severe blow to the reputation of the entire sect and attract coveted attention from all parties.

After all, a sect that even the blood feud of important cultivators in the sect cannot be repaid is bound to be weak no matter how powerful it appears to be.

Because of this, since today, there will be another Burial Sect on Mo Yu's list of great enemies of life and death. Once there is an intersection in the future, it will inevitably be a life-and-death situation.

Looking at Hun Kun's twisted body, Mo Yu frowned and sighed helplessly. He did not want to make enemies everywhere, but if he did not kill someone, he would be killed.

So what?

So what can it be!

Since that's the case...so what!

Kill it and kill it, and build an enemy. Since fate is destined to this festival, all he can do is face it bravely.

Panic is useless.

The knot in his heart was untied, and Mo Yu's breathing suddenly became smooth, and his whole mind seemed to have been baptized and became more and more determined.

He looked up and his eyes fell on the other monks of the Burial Curse Sect, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Since it is destined to be unresolved, let these flowers of hatred and more baptisms of blood!

He took a step forward and rushed out!

"Ah! Escape!"

"Escape!"

Several monks of the Burial Sect fled in panic.

With a "bang", a monk of the Burial Sect was caught by Mo Yu. He used force to smash it directly and killed his soul.

Without stopping, his figure suddenly turned back and rushed towards another monk.

Soon, when Mo Yu stopped, except for a quick-reacting cultivator of the Burial Curse Sect who successfully moved away, the rest of the people were killed one by one by one.

Thirteen was excited, but also full of worry, and said anxiously: "Sir, go quickly, the farther you go, the better. Never be found by the Burial Sect!"

"We will return to Beiya Star immediately. With the third sister-in-law here, she will definitely find a way to save us. After all, today's affairs have nothing to do with us."

Mo Yu hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Take care."

He took a step forward and was about to move, but his mind moved, and suddenly raised his hand and took Hun Kun's storage ring into his hand.

This person died, and the storage ring lost protection. Mo Yu's divine thoughts forced into it, and his eyes lit up quickly.

A flash of inspiration passed by, and a black token the size of a palm had already added in his hand, emitting a wave of low and obscure power fluctuations.

And Mo Yu is not unfamiliar with this fluctuation, exactly the same as the starry sky seal.

Could this be one of the four seal orders?

Mo Yu put him away with his backhand, took a step forward, and his figure disappeared directly.

Thirteenth himself withdrew his gaze wherever he disappeared, his pretty face showed firmness, and he shouted: "Let's go, and we'll have to go back to Beiyaxing, hurry up!"
Chapter completed!