There are few people in the continuous mountains, but at this time, the valley is full of shadows and extremely boiling.

On a green peak outside the valley, two figures stood on a green pine with their hands behind their backs. A powerful source energy surged around them, and a powerful sense of oppression was exuding in the agitation.

Both of them were wearing white robes, with mysterious patterns on the sleeves of a towering hall floating among the clouds, which was the symbol of the Holy Palace.

The one who is on the left is named Wang Yuan, and the one who is on the right is Ning Mo.

There are ten halls in the Holy Palace, and these two are the chiefs of two of them, and their identities are not low.

"These disciples of Cang Xuan Sect are not very capable, and they are quite capable when they are turtles." The man named Wang Yuan was a little tall and strong. He was carrying a black iron rod, and there were source patterns on the iron rod.

At this moment, he was looking at the valley ahead with indifferent eyes, and only to see that a huge source barrier rose above the valley, covering the valley.

The source barrier is obviously not simple, with amazing defense, even for them, it is difficult to break for a while.

Ning Mo smiled beside him. His long black hair was spread out, and he looked a little loose. He said lazily: "The Jinzhang is the chief of Lingwen Peak, and his attainment in the source pattern is extremely high. The turtle barrier he set up is indeed a bit troublesome."

"But it's just a useless skill in the end. This source barrier cannot last forever. As long as they surround this place, they will never escape."

As he spoke, he waved his palm gently, and saw that there were shadows flashing across the hills around the valley. Those were disciples of the Holy Palace, and at this time they surrounded the valley.

Ning Mo raised his head and looked at the distance of the mountain range, with all forces coming from all directions, and then watched from a distance, not daring to interfere in the battle here.

After all, the Holy Palace and Cang Xuan Sect are both giants in Cang Xuan Heaven, and they dare not interfere in the battle between such giants.

Of course, they are also very curious about whether when these two giants collided, was the former old overlord Cang Xuanzong winning, or is the new overlord Holy Palace better?

However, judging from the current situation, it is obvious that Cang Xuanzong is at a disadvantage.

As the eyes of many eyes in the distance, Ning Mo slowly rose up, stepped on the source energy, standing outside the valley. His eyes were sarcastic and sarcastic at the valley within the source barrier, and a faint voice sounded: "Jin Zhang, why bother to resist stubbornly? If you honestly hand over all the mysterious essence in your hands, I can let you leave safely."

"Ning Mo, stop dreaming. If you want the mysterious essence in our hands, then you can break my barrier first!" There was also a low voice in the valley, which was the head of Lingwen Peak, Jin Zhang.

When he heard this, Ning Mo shook his head sarcastically and said, "I really don't cry until I see the coffin. Since that's the case, I can only search the bodies of your disciples of Cang Xuan Sect."

"Ning Mo! You kill more than a dozen of my fellow disciples. I, Jin Zhang, have recorded this account!" There was a strong anger in Jin Zhang's voice.

"The strong prey on the weak, since you are incompetent, it is not normal for us to be killed?" Ning Mo smiled, and then stopped talking to Jin Zhang. He turned back to the mountain and sat down cross-legged, staring at the valley covered by the source barrier with cold eyes.

"See when you can hold on."

He waved his sleeves and saw that nearly a hundred disciples from the Holy Palace immediately took action on the hills around the valley. The powerful source energy attack roared out over the sky and landed on the source pattern barrier, splashing ripples.

In that distance, many eyes were projecting from afar. When they saw the Cang Xuanzong team being blocked in the valley, they all shook their heads secretly and whispered to each other.

"It seems that the team of Cang Xuanzong is going to be in trouble."

"Yes, who would have thought that there would be two chiefs of the Holy Palace in this area. Wang Yuan and Ning Mo, among the ten chiefs of the Holy Palace, are all upstream positions and are not easy to mess with."

"It is said that before, Cang Xuan Sect had already died at the hands of the two chiefs."

"Tsk tsk, these two giant sects are really a mortal enemy. Once they meet, they will have to die..."

"Haha, there is no peace to change the old and new overlords, but what is going on depends on strength. If the team of Cang Xuanzong is destroyed here, it will probably be a big blow to the reputation of Cang Xuanzong."

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All forces commented, but they all had the mentality of watching the show. After all, in their opinion, it would be a good thing to tear up these two giant sects, so that they have the opportunity to get a bargain.

So time passed quickly under the siege of the Holy Palace and the cold eyes of other forces.

Two days later.

The roar continued to echo among the mountains. The source barrier outside the valley was waving violently, and it seemed a little thin.

Judging from this, the source pattern barrier is obviously about to reach its limit.

Ning Mo looked at the scene with a smile and said, "Jin Zhang, this is the last chance. If you are not tactful and wait until the barrier is broken, don't blame me for starting a big killing."

In the valley, there was silence.

Ning Mo's slender fingers flicked his cuffs and said carelessly: "Do you think I don't know what you are trying to do if you are deliberately procrastinating here? Are you just waiting for your fellow Cang Xuan Sect to come to rescue?"

"The chief disciples of your Cang Xuan Sect generation, except for Tang Muxin from Cang Xuanfeng and Xie Yan from Lei Yufeng, the other chiefs are weaker. According to the information from our Holy Palace, Tang Muxin and Xie Yan are currently in other areas and are fighting with other chiefs from our Holy Palace. I am afraid that they will not be able to get here at all."

"So even if someone comes, they are just some other chiefs. But when they come, they may just deliver vegetables."

He was sarcastic about his eyes, obviously piercing Jin Zhang's intention, but not only did he not panic, but he was willing to wait because they were also using Jin Zhang and others as bait.

If we can attract another team of Cang Xuanzong and destroy it, we will surely gain a lot of the essence of the mysterious source.

In the valley covered by the source barrier, Jin Zhang sat cross-legged on a huge rock. His face was gloomy at this time. Obviously, he didn't expect that Ning Mo and others had such a big appetite and wanted to use them as bait.

There were dozens of disciples of Cang Xuan Sect around Jinzhang, but at this time they were all depressed and had some injuries on their bodies.

"Chief Jin Zhang, what should I do? The source barrier may not last for too long." A disciple beside him asked in a low voice.

Jin Zhang looked at the disciples who were looking at him, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "If the barrier is broken later, I will stop you with all your might. You will immediately disperse and retreat, and then look for other chief disciples."

When the other disciples heard this, their expressions changed, and they obviously heard the intention of Jin Zhang sacrificing himself in his words.

"No need to say more. As the chief, I naturally have the obligation to protect you. This time I was careless, so I was ambushed by them, resulting in casualties among the fellow disciples." Jin Zhang interrupted everyone who was about to speak with a cold expression.

Everyone was silent, but there was a sad look in their eyes.

Click!

And at this moment, a crack suddenly sounded above the barrier, which made the face of the Cang Xuan Sect disciples present change. They looked up suddenly and saw cracks appearing on the barrier.

boom!

Finally, when the crack spread, the huge barrier finally reached its limit and exploded.

The people in the valley were immediately exposed to many eyeballs.

In the air, Ning Mo looked at the scene with a smile and sighed: "What a pity, this turtle shell seems to be unable to protect you anymore. Jin Zhang, your Cang Xuan Sect is really worse than the previous generation..."

A powerful source energy began to surge above his body, bringing huge oppression.

Obviously, he is about to start.

In the valley, Jin Zhang also took a deep breath, and the soul power of his eyebrows condensed. A source pen appeared in his hand and shouted in a low voice: "You are ready to withdraw!"

"Haha, do you dare to fight me in this state? Then don't blame me for being merciless." Ning Mo's lips sneered when he saw this scene.

Then, his eyes became colder, he stopped talking nonsense, and he took action after one step.

call out!

However, at the moment when he stepped out, suddenly a sharp sound of wind breaking out suddenly rose between the world, and a black light seemed to penetrate the void, pointing directly at Ning Mo.

Ning Mo's pupils shrank slightly, and the steps he took suddenly retracted.

Swish!

The black light flew past his body, and the sharp sound of breaking the wind made people feel heart-pounding.

"Who?" Ning Mo's face looked cold and looked up, looking to the west. At the same time, the many gazes in the world were also projected in surprise. Obviously, he did not expect that at this time, someone would dare to stroke the tiger's beard.

Under the gaze of many eyes, a somewhat blurred figure slowly appeared on a lonely peak not far from the valley.

He stretched out his palm and gently held it. The black light shot back and fell into his palm. It turned out to be a mottled black pen, with snow-white hairs pointing at the ground like a spear tip.

In the valley, Jin Zhang and other disciples also looked over, and then a deep shock appeared in their eyes. Obviously, they did not expect that the person who came would be this one...

"Where are you looking for death if you don't open your eyes?" Ning Mo stared at the figure in the distance with gloomy eyes and said indifferently.

On the lonely peak, the figure first glanced at Jin Zhang and others in the valley, and then turned to Ning Mo. He smiled and showed a mouthful of white teeth. However, the words said made the mountains quiet.
Chapter completed!