Chapter 1227: Eternal Fight

Mo Junyang knew clearly in his heart that this matter could not be delayed any longer.

He thought for a moment, then turned to look at Shen Wenzhe beside him, his eyes unquestionable.

"I'm afraid we can't control the current situation with the strength of the three of us."

"I will stay here to hold them off for a while. Go to Xuantian Gate and call your fellow disciples to come and support you as quickly as possible."

"If possible, go to Longyin Sect and call Luo Qishan as well."

Today, Rocky Mountain and Mo Junyang have reconciled their past grievances.

Furthermore, even if the grudges were not resolved, at this critical moment, there was no time to consider any personal grudges.

All I can say is that given the current situation, the more strength they have, the greater their chances of winning.

If the evil cultivators were allowed to make a comeback this time, it would be extremely bad for the entire cultivation world.

Shen Wenzhe was sensible. Seeing his master's solemn expression and anxious tone, he understood that the situation was now extremely critical.

"Master, rest assured. I will do my best."

After saying this, he did not delay any longer and quickly mobilized his spiritual power, stood up and flew towards the direction of Xuantian Gate.

Lu Jingming also stepped forward at this time. He took a step forward and saluted Mo Junyang with his fists clasped: "Master Mo, since Brother Shen has already gone to Xuantian Sect to invite people, I will also go to Tianji Sect."

"Although the Tianji Sect has just recovered, the elders of my Tianji Sect are all people with profound cultivation. I don't think they will sit idly by."

Mo Junyang could only express his gratitude.

Now, this barrier is not only related to their Xuantian Sect, but also the entire world of immortal cultivation.

Lu Jingming looked at Wan Wan who was standing beside him. Wan Wan also came back to her senses at this time and nodded solemnly to her senior brother: "Senior brother, don't worry. I will definitely stay here and accompany Master well. I will definitely ensure the safety of Master and me."

Perhaps because of the reflection of this barrier, Wanwan's face looked a little pale, but her eyes were as firm as ever.

Lu Jingming did not delay any longer and quickly headed towards the direction of Tianji Sect. Several people split into three groups and each rushed to fulfill their own mission.

Coming back to her senses again, Wanwan looked in the direction of the barrier. The fluctuations of spiritual power inside the barrier seemed to be stronger. She seemed to be able to feel the surging undercurrent of the evil cultivator, and her heart couldn't help but hang in the balance.

The great battle eight years ago seemed to be still before their eyes. Although it ended with their victory, many righteous people in the entire world of immortal cultivation also suffered casualties.

She seemed to be able to still feel the bloody smell emanating from this land stained with blood. No matter what, she would never allow this tragedy to happen again.

Wanwan's gaze was still fixed on the barrier in front of her. Her eyes were full of vigilance, and she didn't want to miss any changes in the barrier.

Suddenly, she noticed the fluctuations of the barrier.

Her pupils shrank rapidly, and she discovered that an extremely tiny crack appeared on the barrier.

She knew that if the crack was allowed to continue to spread, the barrier might be torn apart at any time.

"Wanwan." Mo Junyang's expression suddenly showed some fear. He did not care about many things and just shouted loudly. Then he quickly mobilized his spiritual power. In an instant, the spiritual power in his body erupted like a volcano and rushed straight to the crack in the barrier.

Naturally, he also rushed towards the direction of the barrier with overwhelming force.

He quickly formed seals with his hands, and then an endless stream of spiritual power rushed out from his palms, continuously infusing his spiritual power into the cracks in the barrier.

Just like eight years ago, he never considered his own life or death. The most important thing now was to protect this barrier and prevent it from being broken by these evil cultivators. At the very least, he had to hold on until the third brother and the others came back.

Wanwan did not dare to delay. Seeing her master heading towards the barrier, she quickly mobilized her spiritual power. Her body flashed and she quickly chased in the direction of her master.

The spiritual powers of her and her master collided and collided together at the barrier, making a buzzing sound.

The sound was more like the sound of metal colliding, and was quite harsh.

The master and disciple looked at each other. They knew that as long as they worked together, it wouldn't be a problem to hold on for a while.

They did not dare to be distracted for fear that cracks would appear in other parts of the barrier. At this moment, a burst of intermittent sounds were faintly heard from within the barrier.

He was the leader of the evil cultivators, the one who had fought fiercely with Master.

Fortunately, even when facing the evil leader who had a blood feud with him, Master's emotions were not affected. Master has always been so stable.

But the man seemed unaffected, and his voice continued to come out intermittently: "Mo Junyang, it's you again? Is it?"

"You are invincible. Who would have thought that the fierce battle eight years ago did not destroy you? And now you are here again."

After saying this, the man paused, then looked up to the sky and laughed: "And your most beloved little disciple."

But after his laughter, his voice changed.

It was as if the brilliance just now suddenly changed to a madness that seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell: "Mo Junyang, you must know that we evil cultivators will never stop fighting until we die. Do you think that with your ability, you can drive us all away and kill us?"

He hated it in his heart.

They were controlled by this barrier for such a long time that the evil cultivators suffered heavy losses.

The most important thing is that during these eight years, under the effect of this barrier, many of the evil cultivators with lower spiritual power have now been reduced to ashes.

How could he not hate?

Perhaps because he thought of this, the evil cultivator's laughter became even more unbridled, but there was a hint of confusion in his laughter.

"Master." Lu Xingwan only called Mo Junyang softly and didn't say anything else.

She was also afraid that her master's thoughts would be affected by this evil cultivator.

So I want to remind him once here.

Mo Junyang was very calm.

Although he has been unconscious in the back mountain for the past eight years, these eight years of rest have greatly improved his spiritual power. Now that his realm is stable, he will not be disturbed by evil cultivators.

Seeing the determination in his master's eyes, Lu Xingwan felt relieved.

But soon, Lu Xingwan felt the power that this evil cultivator added to the barrier gradually increasing.

Their behavior became even crazier.

Lu Xingwan could even feel that the spiritual power fluctuations of this evil cultivator were becoming stronger and stronger.

Their spiritual power impacted the barrier in waves. It seemed that not only the evil leader, but also many evil forces surviving in the barrier were also trying their best to attack in the direction of the gap.