Chapter 270 I Want to Be Buried in This Sea of ​​Blood Flowers and Watch Them Bloom (4000 words)

A total of 30,000 cultivators from the nine major sects flew towards the direction where Xiao Mo was.

However, as they approached the target, everyone almost simultaneously slowed down their flight speed.

There was clearly only one person standing in front of him, but it seemed as if there were thousands of troops lined up in front of him, and an invisible pressure was coming towards him!

When the front group of cultivators were only two hundred feet away from Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo slowly put down the vermilion wine gourd and casually hung it back around his waist.

Then, he raised his hand and held the long sword upright in front of him, and the blade slowly came out of the sheath inch by inch.

As every inch of the ink-dyed knife was revealed, endless black knife energy coiled around and spread like a living thing, surging outward along the blade.

The fierce sword intent was like one black silk ribbon after another, spreading and swirling in all directions.

With Xiao Mo as the center, the thick bloody aura and the sharp sword energy blended with each other.

With every step forward, the monks felt more and more the heavy pressure of blood and sword intent.

Cold sweat had already seeped out of many people's foreheads.

Judging from his spiritual power, the other party was clearly just a cultivator in the Immortal Realm.

But why can it bring such terrible pressure?

"Xiao Mo! You colluded with your fellow disciples to rebel and kill my best friend Ding Jingyi. What else do you have to say now?"

Tang Beifeng, the leader of the Emperor Beast Sect, flew out and shouted at Xiao Mo.

"I killed him, so what?"

Xiao Mo's tone was flat, and he didn't even look at Tang Beifeng. He just lowered his eyes and wiped the ink in his hand.

"Today I will seek justice for him!"

Tang Beifeng's voice shook the whole area, and his words were full of indignation.

Only then did Xiao Mo slowly raise his eyes and look at Tang Beifeng with a look as if he were looking at a clown on the stage, with a hint of ridicule:

"If you want to take advantage of someone's misfortune, just say so. As someone from the demonic world, you have to find so many excuses. It's more disgusting than a prostitute putting up a memorial archway."

"How dare you, arrogant boy..."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Dan, the leader of the White Jade Sect, flew into a rage and was about to scold him.

But before he could finish his words, his pupils suddenly shrank.

The long sword in Xiao Mo's hand had already slashed down in the air.

A dark blade light seemed to tear the sky and earth apart.

"Get out of the way!"

The roar of Wei Han, the leader of the Kuangsha Sect, suddenly rang out.

In fact, there was no need for him to remind them, as most of the monks knew in their hearts that they would definitely not be able to take this blow.

However, knowing that you need to hide is one thing, but how many people can actually hide?

Xiao Mo swung his long sword, and the surging torrent of 30,000 cultivators was actually split open by this sword.

Wherever the sword energy reached, countless cultivators' bodies exploded on the spot and turned into blood mist.

Just as everyone was shocked, Xiao Mo took a long sword in his hand and stepped forward.

He was clearly stepping into the air, but there seemed to be a pool of blood under his feet.

With every step he took, blood-red ripples spread out in the air.

Before you know it, the world has changed color.

With Xiao Mo as the center, the entire area within a radius of fifty miles, whether it was the earth or the sky, was dyed blood red.

Huge blood-red pillars of light stood tall, like a giant cage, imprisoning everyone inside.

"Blood Prison?!"

Tang Beifeng stared blankly at the scene before him.

He was not completely unfamiliar with the Blood Demon Sword Technique and recognized that this was one of the moves.

In Tang Beifeng's opinion, Xiao Mo is really crazy!

He actually intended to single-handedly trap these 30,000 people in his blood prison and massacre them all!

Putting aside other things, on my side alone, there are nine powerful people in the Ascension Realm!

Why on earth would he dare to do this?

He was even unable to use the Wandao Sect's protective formation!

However, Xiao Mo did not give them more time to think.

The blood color between heaven and earth became increasingly intense. The long sword in his hand, named "Ink-Drying", seemed to have turned into a huge brush at this moment, using the bloody aura that filled the heaven and earth as ink, and was freely spreading it.

However, wherever this "brush and ink" went, all the cultivators who were contaminated by the bloody evil spirit, without exception, exploded into balls of blood mist.

For a moment, the sky above the battlefield seemed to be filled with countless blood-red fireworks blooming one after another, and beneath the brilliant light, the souls of the monks were shattered.

Tang Beifeng and the other nine leaders of the Demon Sect could no longer sit idly by. Nine figures flew out at the same time, intending to surround Xiao Mo and strangle him together.

In their opinion, it should be easy for the nine Ascension Realm masters to besiege the isolated and helpless Xiao Mo.

However, they soon realized they were wrong.

Although Xiao Mo is only at the Immortal Realm, his strength has already far surpassed that of ordinary Ascension Realm cultivators.

With the constant blessing of the immortal weapon in his hand, his combat power is even more exaggerated.

Xiao Mo first targeted the leader of the Tianqi Sect and went straight towards him to kill him.

The leader of the Apocalypse Sect, Yun Mochen, held a light spear in his hand. After struggling with Xiao Mo for ten rounds, his knuckles were numb from the shock and he was eventually chopped off and sent flying.

"Brother Yun, I'm here to help you!"

Wei Han, leader of the Mad Sand Sect, shouted loudly and waved his hand. Countless sand and dust condensed into ferocious beasts and pounced towards Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo slashed with his sword, and the sand beast collapsed and turned into dust in the sky.

The next second, he rushed out from the sand curtain, with his blade heading straight for Wei Han!

Wei Han was cut into two pieces by this knife, and his body turned into quicksand and fell to the ground.

But in the blink of an eye, the sand and dust gathered together again and reshaped his body.

"Cough cough cough"

Wei Han covered his chest tightly, his face pale, obviously having suffered serious internal injuries.

"Whoever takes Xiao Mo's head will be the leader of the Wandao Sect in the future!"

Jiang Huan, the leader of Ximeng Sect, shouted loudly, then took the lead and led all the cultivators to rush towards Xiao Mo.

"kill!"

The earth-shaking screams of killing rushed towards Xiao Mo,

However, Xiao Mo just glanced at them indifferently.

At that moment, nine strange patterns appeared in his eyes.

Among the crowd, some monks who noticed his gaze began to lose control of their bodies.

"what you do?!"

"ah!"

"Are you crazy?!"

"Why are you killing me?!"

“Stop it!”

“Stop it now!”

Among the 30,000 cultivators, more and more people were controlled by Xiao Mo's pupil technique and turned to swing their swords to attack their comrades beside them.

But within two breaths, pairs of blood-red eyes opened again in the sky.

Anyone who was stared at by those blood-red eyes became Xiao Mo's puppet and raised the butcher knife to kill their companions.

"Xiao Mo, I want to see how long you can hold on!"

Tang Beifeng was furious.

He never expected that Xiao Mo not only cultivated the Blood Demon Sword Technique to such a level, but also completely mastered the Fantasy Sky Technique.

However, both of these techniques place a huge burden on the body and soul.

He wanted to see how long Xiao Mo could last while using the Blood Demon Sword Technique and the Fantasy Sky Technique at the same time!

Tang Beifeng and nine other Ascension Realm cultivators responded to each other, trying their best to avoid being killed one by one by Xiao Mo.

Soon, the nine of them formed a formation, each occupying a position, their spiritual powers connected with each other, forming a whole.

The power of the nine people gathered together, like a huge vortex of spiritual power, trapping Xiao Mo in the center.

Once the formation was formed, even the air seemed to freeze.

Xiao Mo felt that his body was blocked by an invisible force, and his movements seemed to be slowed down a bit.

He frowned slightly, his eyes sweeping over the nine cultivators in the formation, finally landing on Zhong Dan, the slightly weaker leader of the White Jade Sect.

"This formation is nothing more than this."

Xiao Mo swung out with the ink-stained knife in his hand, and the bloody evil energy in his body surged out crazily, merging with the knife energy to form a knife aura that soared into the sky.

Xiao Mo slashed straight towards the direction where Zhong Dan was.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the space was torn apart, revealing the void and making a sharp tearing sound.

Zhong Dan's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly mobilized all his spiritual power to resist.

The other eight people also exerted their strength at the same time, continuously injecting spiritual power into the formation, trying to stabilize the situation.

"boom!"

Following a loud bang, Zhong Dan groaned, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his face turned extremely pale.

"Hold on!" Tang Beifeng shouted, forming seals with his hands, and a powerful spiritual power injected into the formation.

But Xiao Mo suddenly changed his tactics at this moment.

His body flashed, and before the sword energy dissipated, he used the recoil force to rush towards Jiang Huan, the leader of Ximeng Sect on the other side.

The knife came unexpectedly, catching the nine people off guard.

Jiang Huan responded hastily. Just as he raised the sword in his hand, Ran Mo had already slashed in front of him with a sharp blade.

He barely managed to block the blow, but the shock caused his knuckles to crack and the sword almost slipped out of his hand.

"Be careful of his Illusionary Sky Technique!"

Emperor Beast Sect's leader Tang Beifeng warned loudly.

But it was too late.

Nine lines in Xiao Mo's eyes were spinning rapidly. Jiang Huan felt dizzy and the scene in front of him suddenly distorted.

Just as he lost consciousness, Xiao Mo's knife had already slashed across his chest.

"puff!"

Jiang Huan spat out a mouthful of blood, and a wound deep enough to see the bone appeared on his chest. He flew backwards and landed heavily on the column of blood.

Seizing the opportunity, Xiao Mo swung Ran Mo repeatedly.

The black sword energy poured out like a rainstorm, forcing the other eight people to retreat again and again, and the formation could no longer be maintained.

The sixth move of the Blood Demon Sword Technique - Sea of ​​Blood.

With Xiao Mo as the center, the bloody aura spread out in all directions like a tsunami.

The blood-red waves were overwhelming, and wherever they passed, the monks with lower cultivation levels were turned into blood mist, without even having time to scream.

With the death of thousands of monks, the bloody atmosphere became thicker, and even the air was filled with a sticky smell of blood.

Tang Beifeng and his eight companions were all injured and looked dazed.

They couldn't believe it was true.

Even though he was at the nine Ascension Realm, he couldn't gain any advantage at all against Xiao Mo, and was even beaten by him!

"Almost."

Xiao Mo gave them a cold look.

He raised Ran Mo again.

The blood light on the ink-stained blade became even more intense, and the bloody evil energy continued to condense towards the blade.

At the same time, in the blood prison, chains were binding tens of thousands of monks!

Between heaven and earth, there was only black and white, except for the long sword in Xiao Mo's hand, which was blood red.

"No! Let's go!"

How could Tang Beifeng not recognize this? This was the most "domineering" Heaven-shattering move of the Blood Demon Sword Technique!

Tang Beifeng's Dao heart was telling him madly that he had to leave!

The other eight Demon Sect leaders clenched their fists, they were extremely unwilling.

It was obvious that if he just killed him, he could divide up everything in the Wandao Sect!

It was obvious that the other party was only at the Immortal Realm, and at most he was holding an immortal weapon, and even this immortal weapon didn't have a spirit!

But now, he was stopped by such a young boy!

"Let's go!" The leaders of the various demon sects no longer hesitated and had to leave.

Seeing their own sect leaders fleeing everywhere, how could the disciples of these nine sects still have the energy to continue fighting?

Looking at those monks who were rushing to scatter and wishing they could escape faster, Xiao Mo slashed them with his sword.

The sand clone of Wei Han, the leader of the Mad Sand Sect, was chopped into pieces by a single blow.

The light spear of Yun Mochen, the leader of the Apocalypse Sect, was split in half.

The giant beast shadow behind Emperor Beast Sect's leader Tang Beifeng was torn into pieces.

Eight people were seriously injured one after another, and their robes were stained red with blood.

They turned around and gave Xiao Mo a vicious look, then continued to run away.

Xiao Mo stood on the top of the mountain, watching all this coldly. Blood slid down Xiao Mo's right hand, flowed through the "ink-stained" long sword, and finally fell to the ground.

He did not pursue, nor did he have the strength to do so.

After the last person disappeared into the sky, Xiao Mo took a deep breath, supported himself with his sword, and slowly sat down on the top of the mountain.

Blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth, staining the collar of his shirt red.

At this time, Xiao Mo was almost at his limit.

Xiao Mo looked down and around, only to see corpses everywhere and blood flowing like a river, dyeing the land red.

Just as Xiao Mo's consciousness gradually became blurred, his eyes slowly closed, and his body was even about to fall forward, a fragrant breeze drifted past Xiao Mo's nose.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Mo felt something warm on his cheek.

Si Li knelt in front of Xiao Mo and held Xiao Mo's head in her soft arms.

Looking at Xiao Mo's black shirt, which was tattered and stained with blood, his right hand holding the long knife was shaking constantly, and blood was dripping uncontrollably.

Si Li pursed her thin lips tightly, her eyes misted with tears, as if she would cry at the next moment.

Si Li witnessed the entire process of Xiao Mo fighting against the nine demon sects.

She wanted to help several times.

But she knew better that with her own strength, if she went to the battlefield, she would only be making things worse.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Mo asked Si Li, his hot breath hitting Si Li's fat mountain and snow sea.

"The nine major demon sects have all left and dare not return. The head of the Punishment Hall and his followers have already led the remaining disciples of the Myriad Dao Sect to guard the various checkpoints of the sect.

Junior Sister Yu is now in charge of the overall situation and personally suppressing some cultivators with evil intentions.

In addition, the sect protection formation will be ready for use this afternoon."

Si Li reported truthfully.

"Yeah." Xiao Mo responded, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's you who's working hard, young master." Si Li's voice trembled slightly.

Si Li was used to seeing Xiao Mo's strong appearance on weekdays. Seeing Xiao Mo weak like a child, she felt even more distressed. She wished she could rub him into her bones and love and take good care of him.

"Si Li, there are two things I want you to do." Xiao Mo said.

"Sir, please speak." Si Li said softly, "I am willing to do anything for you."

"I read in a book that the Western Region Blood Flower thrives in soil soaked in blood. Go clean up these corpses and then plant the Blood Flower seeds here."

"Yes, sir, I remember you." Si Li nodded.

"The second thing."

Xiao Mo paused and spoke.

"If I die one day, tell Yun Wei to bury me here."

"Young Master will not die!"

"Everyone will die."

Xiao Mo shook his head, stood up from Si Li's arms, and looked down the mountain.

"I want to be buried in this sea of ​​blood-red flowers and watch them bloom."

(End of this chapter)