I raised a bunch of monsters in my sect

Dugu Chuixue still can't believe that she is so inferior.

He obviously has eighteen martial arts skills and has used all his abilities, but he just can't beat him. What can he do?

How could the fourth child, who usually couldn't beat him, last longer than him?

Unfortunately, facts speak louder than words.

A quarter of an hour later, Yun Chenchen was still fighting there alive and well. Three people had been injured under his hands, and he looked like he was sure of victory.

Dugu Chuixue's sword heart, which he had always been proud of, was hit hard at this moment, and he fell into a trance.

He had been practicing the sword for two lifetimes, but he never expected that in the end, the sword would not earn him any glory.

What a misfortune, such a tragic loss.

Not only the simple victory or defeat, but also his sword heart and Tao heart have been severely hit, and he was unable to recover.

This is the opportunity that Ji Tong has been waiting for.

A life that has not experienced setbacks is ultimately imperfect.

He would give Dugu Chuixue enough time to understand why his sword failed so quickly and miserably.

The meal time passed quickly, and Yun Chenchen, who relied on controlling the beasts to fight, had reached the point where he had no beasts to fight with.

Losing has become the inevitable outcome.

Moreover, his miserable appearance was not much better than that of Dugu Chuixue. His whole body was scratched, and the bloody gashes on his body were spraying blood everywhere.

After he came back, he fell directly into a deep coma, but he had no spiritual energy at all.

Everyone hurriedly stuffed him with a lot of medicine, and then they barely managed to save his life.

"Lao Wu, it's your turn now, are you afraid?"

Facing Ji Tong's inquiry, Wu Xie, who was seriously injured, couldn't help but show an evil smile.

"How dare you lose to others? Senior Brother, tell me how long I can hold on?"

Before even playing, he asked this question.

An Shiqiu and Mo Sang also looked at Ji Tong curiously.

He was so accurate every time, it was amazing.

This makes people have a rebellious mentality and want to break the prophecy of Ji Tong.

At least let the senior brother make a mistake once, otherwise, they will really think that he is a god who came down to earth to practice, otherwise how could he be able to say everything accurately.

Ji Tong thought for a while and said to Wu Xie: "If you can hold on for half an hour, go ahead!"

When Wu Xie heard this, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Half an hour is not enough. I will kill these thieves no matter what, and it will take at most a cup of tea. Just wait for the good news of my victory!"

He went there with great ambition, like a high-spirited young man.

Mo Sang pondered thoughtfully for a moment, and then said: "Elder brother, the fifth child should be more than half an hour, right?"

When An Shiqiu heard this, his eyes widened like bells and he screamed in disbelief.

"No way? Is Fifth Senior Brother so awesome?"

Ji Tong knocked him on the head and said angrily: "He is so awesome. You should learn from him and see how he fights."

Then he turned to Mo Sang and said, "You should watch carefully. You will be the one to end it in the end, so be prepared!"

It's not without reason that Mo Sang can become the boss among everyone. He usually looks boring and doesn't like to express himself.

But he is as meticulous as dust, and he already has a clear understanding of everyone's abilities.

It is no exaggeration to say that if he follows the path of these junior disciples, he will definitely leave these junior disciples with nowhere to go.

Genius, combined with hard work, if he doesn't compete with the sky, who can compete with him?

As a Skywalker, Ji Tong still hasn't seen clearly what Mo Sang's mission is in this world.

This is a mission assigned to all Skywalkers, but the panels have been upgraded to level three. In Mo Sang's information data, this mission has been blocked.

Ji Tong was curious about this issue and had been pondering it for twenty years but still couldn't figure it out.

Maybe Mo Sang's mission is not in Tianyuan Continent. It can only be said that he has a greater mission.

Under everyone's gaze, An Shiqiu lived up to Ji Tong's expectations. As expected, he persisted until half an hour later and was still working hard.

At this time, his Yin-Yang flag had been broken into two pieces, and he had been beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. One of his eyes was swollen, the other was squinted and he couldn't open it, and several ribs were broken.

In order to break the half-hour limit mentioned by Ji Tong, he was very cruel to himself. It could be said that he was just on the verge of taking the last step and dying together with the other party.

He burned himself so thoroughly that he could barely hold on for an hour.

The price was too high, and for a long time he could only hide under the protection of his senior brothers, not daring to come forward again.

Right now, there is only one Gu Qiqi left who has not yet entered the battlefield. She is just a pill-forming monk standing there. She will be torn into pieces if she goes up.

Unless she transforms into an animal form, she might still be able to fight.

This was a weakness in her practice world, how could she expose it for nothing.

Therefore, even if his hands and claws were itchy, he could only obey the instructions of the boy, restrain his animal form, and act obediently according to the rules of the human race.

As the final boss, Mo Sang's appearance is extremely simple, gentle as a breeze, and does not cause any disturbance.

His posture of strolling in the garden seemed as if he was here to watch the flowers and admire the moon, rather than to fight for life or death.

At this time, there were still 15 casual cultivators with strong fighting power. Seeing him like this, they instantly became angry.

"Ah! Where did you come from? Why are you pretending to be here?"

"Look at how hard I beat him!"

Everyone pounced on him like wolves and tigers, throwing all kinds of magic spells at Mo Sang as if they were free of money.

At this time, Mo Sang's eyes seemed to be full of stars, shining brightly. As far as he could see, a cold light shot out, clashing with those spells.

This was the first time Yulin Peak had seen Mo Sang fight. In the past, he had used swordsmanship, which was unremarkable.

However, this light actually has the ability to dissolve, and those spells are melted away without a trace as soon as they come into contact.

What's even more frightening is that this light is not the transmission of spiritual energy, but an energy that no one can understand, and they don't know how he cultivated it.

The 15 people looked at this scene in horror, as if they were seeing a ghost coming.

After the light passed through the spell, it continued to shoot towards them.

They tried to block the light with their shields.

The shield is an earth-level Taoist weapon and cannot be damaged easily.

But under this light, it was just paper, and it was quickly broken through.

Immediately, something horrifying happened. Their bodies suddenly burst into white flames wherever they were touched by the light.

The fire didn't hurt when it burned on the body, but it was like a maggot attached to the bone. No matter what they did, they couldn't wipe it out.

After waiting for a while, they found that the fire seemed to have no lethality, and the group of casual cultivators immediately regained their authority.

"Hahaha... I thought it was something, it scared me."

"This kind of ability can be realized in reality, boy, don't you think it's embarrassing!" (End of Chapter)