Mo Changhe chose Yuan Ming, who had the highest cultivation level, while Mo Libie chose Yuan Tong.
"You have possessed me, and the Ancestor will never let you go." Yuan Ming also lost his composure.
When faced with life and death, no one can escape the mundane reality.
"Who says the Ancestor won't let us off? As long as we complete his mission, and since we are his descendants, the Ancestor will definitely understand." Mo Changlu didn't care at all.
The tradition of the demon race is that the strong are respected and the weak are preyed upon by the strong; they are even more cold-blooded and ruthless than humans.
As long as he can guide the demonic energy into Tiannan and complete the task assigned by the Holy Ancestor.
The Holy Ancestor will not investigate the matter of killing these three people.
"Even if I ruin my body, I won't give it to you." Yuan Ming understood this in his heart.
The three of them held high positions in the Tianyuan Sect, but they were nothing in front of the Holy Ancestor.
Just as Mo Changlu said, as long as the three of them complete the mission, the Holy Ancestor will not investigate further.
"It's too late to self-destruct!"
Mo Changlu took out three long nails and forcefully hammered them into Yuan Ming's body.
"Ahhh!!"
Yuanming was in unbearable pain and couldn't help but cry out.
The violent power that had been emanating from him subsided instantly.
These long nails also had the effect of striking the soul, and for a moment Yuanming's eyes became lifeless.
"There shouldn't be any problem with possession."
Mo Changlu repeated Li Haibo's actions and possessed Yuan Ming.
"I never imagined that I would die at the hands of an ant like you."
Yuan Tong struggled desperately, unwilling to be possessed by Mo Li Bie.
"Your cultivation is only slightly higher than mine. If we used the same amount of time, my cultivation would definitely break through faster than yours."
Mo Libie took out five long nails and pierced them into Yuan Tong's body.
His cultivation level was much weaker than Li Haibo's, making the possession much more difficult for him.
Yuan Tong was unwilling to accept this, but he had no other options.
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the three of them finally completed the possession.
"This is the power of the Integration Stage. It is indeed unprecedentedly powerful. I feel that I can easily crush tens of thousands of my past selves now." Li Haibo was the first to stand up.
“I previously practiced the ancestor’s technique of possession, thinking it was impossible. Now it seems that the ancestor’s wisdom is beyond our prediction.” Mo Changlu also stood up.
"The only drawback is that our lifespan will be greatly reduced. But we don't care. We've already lived for sixteen or seventeen hundred years, and we don't have much time left."
"It's a pity to part ways. There are still eight hundred years left. In the future, we may be able to reach the Integration Stage." Li Haibo sighed.
"Elder, there's no need to feel sorry for me. The whole of Tiannan is in such chaos right now that there's no time for me to cultivate. Besides, if that old devil Han finds out that our Tianyuan Sect is like this..."
Mo Libie, however, did not care at all: "With Han Laomo's ruthlessness, I'm afraid it will be difficult for anyone from our Tianyuan Sect to survive."
“Li Bie is right. Because of Han Laomo’s destruction of too many sects, we should deal with the Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Demon Sect first, and then kill Han Laomo,” Mo Changlu agreed.
“Let’s restore some of our magic power. Based on Yuanzhao’s memories, it’s absolutely impossible for Feng Yu’er to recover in a short time,” Li Haibo nodded and said.
"This Feng Yu'er is a beauty from Lingzhou. She's unmarried and likely a virgin. It would be great if we could cripple her cultivation and imprison her." Mo Libie smirked.
"We'll try our best if possible, but if not, we should prioritize the overall situation," Li Haibo reminded them.
The three of them fell silent and continued their cultivation while sitting on the ground.
While Mo Li was making his move on Feng Yu'er, Han Feng had already taken the first step.
"To encounter a fairy in the middle of nowhere, and this fairy is seriously injured, is no different from being given away for free."
Han Feng approached Feng Yu'er, his eyes freely scanning her up and down.
"Her face is similar to that of my Daoist partners, and her figure is perfect. In short, it's big where it should be big and small where it should be small."
"Get out of my way!"
Feng Yu'er's breathing became unstable as she forcibly suppressed the anger in her heart.
She is now seriously injured and in a critical recovery period.
If someone had said these things to her in the past, they would have been dead beyond dead.
"What did you say? I didn't understand."
Han Feng pretended not to hear and came to Feng Yu'er's side.
To show that he genuinely wanted to hear it, and that there was no frivolous undertone involved.
Han Feng brought his ear close to Feng Yu'er's red lips, stopping only when they were almost touching.
I must mention that Feng Yu'er smells wonderful; a fragrance wafts over you.
"This position is just right. You can say it again, and this time you'll definitely hear me clearly," Han Feng said earnestly.
"Believe it or not, I'll kill you."
Feng Yu'er said through gritted teeth.
She desperately wanted to kill Han Feng, but Han Feng's cultivation was only at the mid-stage of the Integration Realm.
Even at her peak, it wouldn't have been easy for Feng Yu'er to kill Han Feng.
Not to mention that she was seriously injured and couldn't use her cultivation at all.
"You're so beautiful and have such a great figure, how come you kill people so easily? I hate being threatened the most."
Han Feng took Feng Yu'er's hand and rested it on her lap with a clear conscience.
The thighs are soft and elastic, making it quite comfortable to lie on.
"You're forcing me to do this."
Feng Yu'er was so angry that her fair face turned bright red.
"Wait a moment."
Han Feng stood up from her back.
"If you leave now, I'll pretend nothing happened."
Feng Yuer finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She is currently in the most critical recovery period, and absolutely no mistakes can be made.
After being teased by Han Feng, Feng Yu'er could no longer be so tough.
What are you thinking about?
Han Feng forcibly straightened Feng Yu'er's bent thighs with his hands.
"You lecherous scoundrel, don't touch my thigh."
Feng Yuer immediately reacted to the stress.
"I just felt that your sitting posture was making it uncomfortable for me to lie down, so I got up and straightened your legs."
Han Feng lay contentedly on Feng Yu'er's lap, instantly feeling much more comfortable.
"This is so much better than before!"
He felt really comfortable, and with the warm sun shining down, it couldn't be more pleasant.
The comfortable feeling made Han Feng want to sleep, but he couldn't help but miss the two of them.
These two women were his teacher's wife, Hu Meiyu, and his confidante, Hu Qingshuang.
After losing his teacher's wife, Hu Meiyu, he felt that his life had lost too much color.
Without his confidante Hu Qingshuang, he felt like he had lost someone who cared for him deeply.
"I wonder if the two of them succeeded in exploring the secret realm."
Han Feng couldn't help but sigh.
If it weren't for the fact that there were several Mahayana cultivators in Lingzhou eyeing him covetously, he really wanted to go to Lingzhou to take a good look.
If the two haven't returned by the time his cultivation reaches the Mahayana stage, Han Feng plans to go and check on them himself.
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