Chapter 213 Chaos

"It's over, it's all over now!"

Witnessing Mo Xinglie being killed, a group of followers were stunned. One of the old men in the middle stage of foundation building was trembling all over. This matter was too big a deal. Mo Yunting had poured a lot of effort into Mo Xinglie!

Now, he was hit in the head by a punch, what should he do? What's more terrible is that the one who attacked is a Jindan! The young master should have asked more questions before attacking! Ning Sanren had been to the Divine Weapon Sect before, and it was no secret that he was a Jindan.

“Senior, you…”

The old man in the middle stage of foundation building was stunned: "Why did you suddenly attack and kill people?"

"When Mo Xinglie committed the crime, why didn't you ask him why he suddenly killed people?"

"But the young master only killed mortals..."

"oh?"

Ning Daoran raised his toes and returned Mo Xinglie's body, saying, "In my eyes, Mo Xinglie is as weak as an ordinary person, so it is reasonable for me to kill him, right?"

He smiled faintly: "Go back and tell Mo Yunting that I will be waiting for him at the sword-making shop! Tell him clearly that I just thought Mo Xinglie deserved to be killed, so I killed him! If he wants to avenge Mo Xinglie, then come to the sword-making shop to find me, Ning will take care of it!"

"Okay, I got it!"

The middle stage of foundation building fled with Mo Xinglie's headless body in his arms.

The rest of the followers ran even faster. They were just trying to make a living, so who would be so stupid as to fight to the death with a Jindan cultivator! ...

"Fellow Daoist Ning, something terrible has happened..."

Chen Ping'er frowned slightly: "What should I do?"

"It doesn't matter."

Ning Daoran shook his head and said, "I have wanted to kill Mo Xinglie for a long time. Now that I have killed him, I feel very happy. Fellow Daoist Chen, please stay in Fu Ping Fang and don't come out, so as not to be implicated in this matter."

As he spoke, he threw out a piece of jade and said, "Refine this jade to conceal your aura."

That jade was actually the Turtle Breath Jade that Qin Buhui had found in the Cangnan Secret Realm!

Before Chen Ping'er could say anything else, Ning Daoran and the big stupid deer had already flown away.

…

Sword forging shop.

Ning Daoran sat in the living room and lightly tapped the storage bag. Suddenly, twelve formation flags and twelve formation plates were suspended in the air. After a few spells were cast, these formation flags and formation plates flew to various places and then buried in the ground around the sword-making shop.

"rise!"

Along with Ning Daoran's low shout, a third-order intermediate-grade defense formation rose into the air!

The White Feather Flowing Sound Array enveloped the entire sword-making shop, including some nearby houses and shops.

"ah?!"

Sang Pingan hurriedly walked out of the shopkeeper's room: "Senior Ning, what is this?"

"Go and tell everyone not to come out, so that they can have a good New Year. The Divine Weapon Sect will attack the sword-making shop soon, but don't worry, I will take on the challenge!"

"???"

Sang Ping'an was completely confused and had no idea what was going on.

Why did the Divine Weapon Sect attack the Sword Forge Shop? Was it because the Sword Forge Shop had created a magical weapon?

If that were all, then the Divine Weapon Sect would be too petty.

However, Sang Ping was fine because he was obedient enough. He quickly gathered a group of managers and ordered them not to go anywhere, stay at home and never touch the formation to avoid harm.

The civilians nearby were also notified one by one, and for a moment, the entire sword-making shop was in a panic.

…

early morning.

The heavy snow showed no sign of stopping. Snowflakes as big as goose feathers fell to the ground, and the snow on the ground was getting thicker and thicker.

In the distance, the auras of countless monks approached Fanshu City! "What's going on?!"

The city defender Wang Chengruo woke up from his sleep.

"Your Excellency, something terrible has happened. A large number of cultivators from the Divine Weapon Sect have come to Fanshu City, saying they want to destroy the sword-making shop, and they also told us not to meddle in other people's business!"

"What!?"

Wang Chengruo was horrified: "What happened? No one knows the news?"

"I heard that someone from the sword-making shop killed Mo Xinglie last night, which angered the Divine Weapon Sect."

"Mo Xinglie is dead?!"

The mortal city guard was delighted: "Quick, send people to the nearby Zhenxian Towers and tell the people in the Zhenxian Towers what happened here. We must not let the Divine Weapon Sect mess around in our Mortal Book City!"

"Yes, sir!"

For a moment, the whole city became even more chaotic.

Although Wang Chengruo did not have the courage to open the city defense ban and block the people from the Divine Weapon Sect, he could still make some moves in secret.

…

At daybreak, the sky was filled with figures.

At least a thousand people from the Divine Weapon Sect came, ranging from the Jindan stage to the Qi Refining stage, innumerable. In addition, there were many passionate warriors, each of them had anger in their eyes, and they must have known what had happened.

"Ning Sanren!"

Outside the formation, Mo Yunting's eyes were cold: "I have treated you with great courtesy, why did you kill my beloved son?"

Above the sword forge shop.

Ning Daoran crossed his arms and said calmly, "Mo Xinglie provoked me, so I killed him. Is there a problem?"

"you……"

Mo Yunting said angrily: "You are just an early Jindan, why are you so ignorant of life and death? Do you think you can stop my Shenbing Sect with a third-level formation?"

"Just try it!"

Ning Daoran raised his eyebrows slightly and said loudly to the people from the Divine Weapon Sect outside: "Mo Xinglie has a violent temper and has committed murders many times in the city. Mo Yunting clearly knew the truth but blindly covered it up!

Now, Mo Xinglie has been killed by me. The rest of you should know the ins and outs of this matter. If you continue to aid and abet his evil deeds, don’t blame me for being rude!

In short, anyone who dares to attack the formation today will be killed by me, I hope you don't make mistakes!"

“Bold!”

Mo Yunting was furious. He raised his hand and sacrificed a magic weapon. It turned out to be a giant sword of the magic weapon level. As the skills were running, the giant sword suddenly expanded hundreds of times and slashed directly from the air! "Shao Ting, break the forbidden talisman!"

"yes!"

On both wings, Mo Shaoting and dozens of foundation-building monks used the second-level forbidden-breaking talismans! Suddenly, countless talismans glowed! After all, it was the Divine Weapon Sect with a profound foundation. Using more than 20 forbidden-breaking talismans to break the formation in an instant was indeed a considerable feat!

"Breaking the forbidden talisman?!"

Ning Daoran's mind moved, and instantly twenty-four golden lights flew out of his body. They were his twenty-four golden swords!

“Buzz!”

With a sharp sound, the golden sword flew through the air and collided with the forbidden-breaking talismans that were constantly activating the talismanic power in the wind. Suddenly, the outer periphery of the White Feather Flowing Sound Formation was continuously bombarded with explosions. The forbidden-breaking talismans had not yet hit the formation, but were already cut down by the flying swords! What was lost was only some of the spiritual energy of the golden sword, which would return after a year or two of nurturing.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

At the same time, Ning Daoran waved his hand, and a green tripod rose into the air. The body of the tripod suddenly expanded hundreds of times, and with a "clang" sound, it blocked the attack of Mo Yunting's magic weapon! "I told you not to get involved!"

Ning Daoran raised his hand and pointed, and suddenly a turquoise light broke through the air.

With a "puff" sound, an old monk in the middle stage of foundation building retreated repeatedly, covering his neck. His throat had been pierced by a dagger. In the blink of an eye, he lost all his breath and died on the spot.

"Master uncle!"

The wailing of young disciples could be heard from the crowd.

Who would have thought that a great old ancestor in the middle stage of foundation building couldn't even block a single attack.

…

"Attack together!"

Mo Yunting's eyes were bloodshot: "Today, we must capture the sword-making shop and make this beast pay with blood!"

"Yes, blood debt must be paid with blood!"

Countless disciples of the Divine Weapon Sect roared.

In the blink of an eye, countless magical weapons and spiritual weapons came from all directions and bombarded the Baiyu Liuyin Formation together, but the third-order formation was so solid that it could only produce a series of sharp sounds.

"Old Deer, it seems we don't have to be polite anymore."

Ning Daoran slapped the Lingpu Cave Heaven and said, "Xiaobai, Xiaoheizi, Xiaogui, all of you go out to fight!"

As he spoke, he waved the Green Ghost Flag and even summoned Xiaoqing out.

"Yo Yo~~~"

The big stupid deer let out a deer cry, and its body instantly became huge, transforming into a behemoth more than ten feet tall. It raised its four hooves and rushed out of the formation. The moment its antlers protruded out, countless flames of magic power pushed out!

In an instant, dozens of disciples of the Divine Weapon Sect were reduced to ashes.

“Hiss~~~”

Xiao Heizi's huge body swayed, and he blew a refreshing blow towards a group of disciples. Suddenly, many disciples of the Divine Weapon Sect screamed, their blood and energy were pulled out, and they turned into mummies and fell down.

Although the Green Water Turtle has already established its foundation, it does not have many means. It just sprays water arrows out from within the formation, which can directly kill those Qi Refining cultivators.

"Sir."

Xiao Bai raised his hand and summoned the Ten Thousand Year Pillar, and said with a smile: "Do you need me to kill that old ghost Mo Yunting?"

"No, he's mine."

"yes!"

…

In the blink of an eye, the battle above the sword-making shop changed from a one-sided battle to break the formation to a mutual attack.

The Ning family army's lineup was so powerful that they were able to fight the people from the Divine Weapon Sect on equal terms even before the fire-eating ants and the substitute paper men went into battle. Although they were suppressed in the formation, their side suffered no losses while the opponent suffered continuous casualties.

"How could this be?!"

In the wind, Mo Yunting felt a chill on his back.

Is this the strength that a normal early Jindan cultivator should have?

With so many spiritual beasts and the terrifyingly powerful corpse refinement that can captivate the eyes of men, their combined strength should be enough to fight against an early Nascent Soul cultivator, right?

Just when he was hesitating, a figure suddenly flew over from the direction of the Divine Weapon Sect. It was an old man in the late Foundation Establishment stage.

The man's white robe was covered in blood, it was a tragic scene.

"Elder Luo, why are you here?"

"Master, something terrible has happened. When we were attacking the Divine Weapon Sect, the Soul Devouring Demon suddenly appeared, and is now attacking the Divine Weapon Sect with a large number of demonic monks! Our formation will soon be unable to hold up. Master, please lead everyone back to the sect immediately, otherwise our Red Leaf Valley Divine Weapon Sect will be destroyed!"

"What?!"

Mo Yunting only felt a severe pain in his head.

Why did the Soul-Eating Demon, who had not appeared for many years, appear again, and how did he appear in the Red Leaf Valley?

What's even more terrible is that according to rumors, the Soul-Devouring Demon had obtained a great opportunity many years ago and had already been promoted to the late Golden Core stage.

At this moment, the Soul Devouring Demon already had the strength to fight Master Jiuyun, so how could he be so interested in the little tricks of the Divine Weapon Sect? "Retreat!"

Mo Yunting said without hesitation: "Let's put aside the grudge with the sword-making shop for now. All disciples, follow me back to the Divine Weapon Sect and cooperate with the formation to repel those demonic monks!"

In the blink of an eye, all the disciples of the Divine Weapon Sect in the air left.

Ning Daoran frowned. Why did the soul-devouring demon come?

How come the Fan Book City is about to become a mess after I came here...

(End of this chapter)