The wreckage of the buildings was pushed and rolled inward, surging like huge waves in the ocean.

Except for them and the twenty or so Nascent Soul cultivators, all other Iron Wolf Sect cultivators, including the five thousand wolf riders, had been engulfed by the wreckage and crushed into pieces of flesh and blood.

That was an elite force that the Iron Wolf Sect could not easily train. Losing a thousand was enough to make people feel painful, and now five thousand Iron Wolf Riders, plus a large number of Jindan monks, were all lost here.

For the Iron Wolf Sect, the lack of such a force would make them suffer for a long time.

But the seven Iron Wolf Sect elders who have reached the state of spiritual enlightenment are not in the mood to consider future problems for the time being.

They flew around the entire interior space, and were eventually forced back to their original place by the rolling waste.

They placed their last hope on Old Man Ban.

As they are all gods, they don't believe that someone would be willing to leave no way out for himself and cover for others.

"You old fool, tell me where the exit is! Otherwise I will kill you right now!"

Although surrounded by seven gods with murderous intent, Old Man Ban was still smiling, and very happily.

"I am so lucky to die in Qianluo City and be buried with you guys. I am so lucky!"

As he said this, he took out a key and inserted it into his heart.

The last mechanism hidden in his body started to work frantically, squeezing his life, stimulating more spiritual energy, and continuing to fight with them desperately with the remaining puppets.

Eventually, as space continued to compress, their space for movement completely disappeared.

Finally, Old Man Ban laughed loudly and expanded his body together with all the puppets, launching the final self-destruction!

Without any room for buffer, if one is hit by a puppet of the same level or even a self-destruction of a cultivator of the same level right in front of him, the damage would be completely fatal.

. . . .

Looking at Jiang Li's side, the remaining cultivators of Mo Sect have all gathered in the core secret room under his guidance.

Even though they had traps to rely on, they also suffered heavy losses. Now there were only a little over a hundred people left.

Just judging from the number of people, it is even more miserable than the village Jiang Li first saw in the fantasy world.

"Are you all here? Without further ado, I'll use the Mozi Order to activate Qianluo City's last resort, Qianluo Dizang. Now, the only way to leave here is through this secret room. If it's any later, even we won't be able to leave."

Jiang Li sensed the situation in Qianluo City and urged them to count the number of people.

"Granny Zi, Grandpa Ban hasn't come out yet!

Zi Yao stood at the door of the core secret room and was unwilling to leave.

"Come back Ziyao, old man Ban, he has made up his mind. Let's go!"

The Mozi Order is actually an authority token produced by the Thousand Spirit Ball, which can fully control Qianluo City.

But after today, this token will probably only have symbolic significance.

Jiang Li reached into the Thousand Spirit Ball and grabbed a token from it.

But the others couldn't see the spirit ball, and they just thought that Jiang Li made a move in the air and took out the token.

Input spiritual energy to stimulate it.

Composed of tens of thousands of rectangular blocks, the Rubik's Cube-like core chamber was completely enclosed, then moved sideways and crashed directly into the surrounding walls.

Wherever the secret room passed, various wall obstacles automatically unfolded, forming a passage that was just right for the Rubik's Cube secret room to pass through.

After leaving the secret room, the walls quickly closed again, cutting off the possibility of others escaping.

The matrix room passed through layers of obstacles and finally rushed out of Qianluo City.

Looking back, the entire Qianluo City had turned into a huge mechanical ball, which was still moving and shrinking inward.

The few Iron Wolf Sect monks outside were still attacking the huge mechanical ball like crazy.

However, the number of external modifications was too small, and the attack intensity was far from enough. Even with the continuous attacks from dozens of flying boats, it was like scraping for the Qianluo City ball that had entered the Qianluo Ksitigarbha state, and it had no effect at all.

By the time Qianluo City had shrunk to a certain size, its interior had become completely solid, pinning the remaining few Jindan monks to the spot.

Buzz! At this moment, the surface of the Qianluo Ksitigarbha Ball suddenly vibrated. A huge force exploded inside.

Seeing this, the incarnation Zi Po Po could not help but lower her head sadly, and Zi Yao and others also shed tears.

Inside the big mechanical ball, Mr. Ban and all his puppets exploded simultaneously, dealing a fatal blow to the seven gods in the enclosed space right next to each other.

Having been sealed by Qianluo Dizang, he suffered another blow like this. Now he didn't even have the ability to take a breath and wait for the sect's rescue.

The entire big ball began to rotate continuously, and finally sank into the ground suddenly.

A bottomless hole was left in its place.

Then the formations that had been set up in advance around the city were activated. The ground around the big hole began to collapse continuously, and a large amount of soil and rocks poured down, completely burying the big hole again.

Qianluo City, along with a large number of Tielang Sect's men, were buried deep underground.

The city itself is the largest and most dangerous trap.

The Iron Wolf Sect failed to steal the chicken and suffered heavy losses instead. This outcome shocked the Eastern Region's immortal cultivation world.

Everyone thinks that Momen is fish on a chopping board, which can be cut horizontally or vertically as desired.

I didn't expect they could play such a trick, luring me into a trap and directly chopping off one of the Iron Wolf Sect's claws.

The Momen monks, who everyone thought had been completely destroyed, were now silently crowded in the matrix room, flying towards the west under the cover of illusion.

"Granny Zi, I got the Mozi Order. You said before that Mo disciples holding the Mozi Order should obey. Does this still count?"

What Jiang Li said was somewhat inappropriate.

The other party had just encountered such a disaster that almost wiped out their entire family.

It is not appropriate to rush to ask the other party to obey orders.

But the Mo Men had no right to be angry, because if it weren't for Jiang Li, they would have died in their own city long ago.

Even if he didn't die, it was only because he was a prisoner that his life and death would be decided by his enemies. That kind of life was worse than death.

"Don't worry, Master Jiang. You saved us, you have done a great favor to the Mo Clan, and you also received the Mozi Order. Even if you want to become the Master of the Mo Clan, there will be no problem."

"This is our merit token. It represents the merit of 630,000 armored transvestites. Please keep it!"

Granny Zi knew exactly what Jiang Li wanted, which was nothing more than those merits.

At this point, she simply took out the medal of honor that was coveted by many Eastern Region sects.

After all, for a long time to come, the fate of their Mo Sect will depend on a word from Jiang Li.

When you live under someone else's roof, you must have the attitude of a dependent.

Jiang Li took the sign.

Jiang Li put away the merit card, and the first step of Chongshan League to enter the Eastern Region and join the Sishen Temple was finally successfully completed.

It was worth it to go into the tiger's den and do hard labor for seven or eight days.

In turn, he also gave the other person something.

That was the Mozi Order taken out from the Thousand Spirit Ball.

Qianluo City had been destroyed, and this token was no longer of any value to Jiang Li. He was not interested in rebuilding Momen with these 100 people, so he just gave the token back to them as a favor.

"I said that as long as you join Chongshan League, I will not impose any restrictions on you and will protect your safety. This sentence is still valid."

"Before, without the Mozi Order, you were unable to elect a sect leader. Now everything has been returned to its original owner. You should elect a leader as soon as possible and rebuild the sect."

Granny Zi looked at the token in her hand, then looked at Jiang Li who had a nonchalant expression on his face, and felt infinitely sad in her heart.

The Mozi Order that they treasured was just a useless sign in the eyes of others. Their own rules and regulations were probably not worth mentioning in the eyes of others.

Or, to Jiang Li, the position of Mozi is just a burden and has no value.

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After all, Jiang Li has the Sutra Valley and the Chongshan Alliance behind him, so how could he look down on them?

Of course, the useless Mozi Order was returned to them, but the Thousand Machine Spirit Ball was out of the question. This thing was a good treasure, and with it as the core, it was possible to rebuild a mechanical city.

The flying speed in the matrix room is not slow.

The invisibility effect under the cover of illusion is also quite good.

They headed west and soon arrived at the place where they had previously met with the top leaders of the Chongshan League.

The elders, guardians and the hermit Stubborn Stone had already been waiting there early.

The sect's main force and seven high-ranking officials were all buried underground, and the Iron Wolf Sect monks were too late to dig and rescue them.

There was no time to think about closing off the Wuduan Mountains.

Even if they still had that intention, they no longer had the ability to do so as all the Jindan cultivators who went out to fight were defeated.

The support hasn't arrived yet, and you're still offending people at this time. You're just wasting your life.

So they didn't encounter any obstacles along the way.

"Jiang Li boy, you are finally back!"

When the master of Sutra Valley saw Jiang Li coming back, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He was very dissatisfied with the leader's behavior of putting himself in danger. If anything happened, he would not be able to save his reputation.

But looking at the more than one hundred Mo Sect monks following Jiang Li, he didn't want to beat up this disobedient disciple on the spot.

But he could hold it in, but some people couldn't.

"Becoming the leader of the alliance has made me more capable!"

"How dare you go on such a dangerous journey alone? If you dare to do it again, I will make you lie down in Huichun Hall for a month!"

A burly and strong monk with animal-shaped tattoos all over his body walked up to Jiang Li angrily.

A hand was pinching his shoulder, holding Jiang Li tightly with a force that was ten times stronger than an excavator. Obviously, the owner of this hand wanted to catch him and beat him up.

It’s just that Jiang Li’s strength has improved too quickly, and it’s hard to judge when to attack.

If he used too little force, he would not be able to break through the defense of the Tyrant Body Technique. If he used too much force, he was afraid that he would break Jiang Li's body defense and get injured.

This dilemma made the burly monk even angrier.

However, touching Jiang Li's shoulders which were tougher than steel, he couldn't help but be surprised.

The strength of this young disciple has become much stronger, and none of his fellow disciples can match him anymore.

If this continues, even I, as his master, might not be his match.

Fortunately, Jiang Li brought back the fragment of the stone tablet from the Sutra Hall to the sect.

He got a piece of training method from it, which was very helpful to the Beast Blood Atlas monks. His own cultivation had been stagnant for many years, and perhaps he could use this to make a further progress.

Another reason for following the team here this time was to pass on that technique to Jiang Li.

"Ahem, Master, calm down! Calm down!"

This person is none other than Jiang Li’s good master, Elder He of the Demon Subduing Hall.

After he had dealt with many matters related to several major battles in Dachong Mountain, Jiang Li's side suddenly intervened in the battlefield between the Tielang Sect and the Mo Sect.

The situation is chaotic and a fight could break out at any time.

All the major sects urgently deployed a group of personnel to send out reinforcements. Elder He also followed the third wave of fleets and came here.

"Forget it, forget it. Be more careful next time and be more measured in your actions..."

Elder He couldn't continue talking. After all, Jiang Li did a really good job.

He can't just say that his life is his own and his work is for the alliance, so let him do less.

Although I thought so in my heart, I couldn't say it out loud.

"Take this and get on board first."

"Friends from Momen, we have prepared medical treatment and elixirs. Let's get on board and rest."

The two sides completed the contact, and even the top leaders of Shanmeng were all surprised.

Although they came here for the merits of Momen, there were too many wolves and too little meat, and they were new here, so it was not easy to get this merit surrounded by many local forces.

If it were them, without a big battle with the Iron Wolf Sect to get chestnuts from the fire, I'm afraid there would be no possibility of reaching a consensus with the Mo Sect.

And a direct war with a sect of this level was not a good choice for the Chongshan Sect, which had just been established and was not yet firmly established.

To be honest, Jiang Li, the leader of the Chongshan Alliance, has always been quite controversial.

However, this important event concerns whether the Mountain Alliance can join nearly two-thirds of the merits of the Temple of the Gods, which is of great significance.

But it was almost all done by Jiang Li alone. They didn't take any action or even show up.

If anyone else were to be the leader, they would definitely not be able to do better than him.

At that time, Shenshan Jianyi, Wushe Zhenren, and Liaoku Mage, the three of them, chose the leader of Chongshan. There was a certain element of gambling in their selection, but they gradually discovered that they had made the right bet.

In this world of cultivating immortals, people are truly different, and some people can always create miracles.

Fortunately, their Dachongshan has such a young successor.

(End of this chapter)