The night is not quiet.

The blood moon is in the sky, and people are in panic.

The always elegant monks Yun Kun were also panicked, and bursts of intense debate and quarrels came from the streets and alleys. Under the chaos, the battle in the Mo Mansion was naturally not noticed.

Although Mo Hai, the chief manager of the Mo family, had a branch, his cultivation was really good, so he naturally noticed an abnormality. He borrowed the formation tactics to block the battle scene at the first time. Fortunately, no one noticed it before. As for what happened in the courtyard, he had no qualifications or strength to interfere.

Yu Mengyao snatched the child and retreated quickly, while Mo Chengtian shot his gun in front of his chest with a serious expression. They saw clearly what happened just now, but their choice was to definitely protect their children.

"Elder, you are deviled." Mo Chengtian dared not be careless. The Ninth Elder's cultivation level was two great realms higher than that of him, not to mention that he was the demonized Ninth Elder.

Mo Ling tilted his head and sneered: "I? Being a devil? Are you joking with a good wife?"

Before he finished speaking, Mo Ling suddenly grabbed Mo Chengtian like a ghost, and his gun claws hit each other, making a sound like a metal collision.

Mo Chengtian immediately launched the Dragon Stage and took advantage of the situation to retreat in a hurry. If he had to fight head-on, his gun might really not be able to compete with the Ninth Elder's strange claws wriggling with blood vessels.

"Didn't you see that nephew? That child is a demon, a demon! Demons, all deserve to die! Death!" The claw shadows of the sky attacked, and Mo Chengtian danced the silver spear and weaved a talisman shield to block it, but the gap in cultivation was really difficult to make up.

"Bang!" The walls of the courtyard were directly cracked by Mo Chengtian, and two long traces were dragged out from the ground, and broken bricks were everywhere.

Mo Chengtian's face flashed with pain, replaced by indomitableness and determination.

Mingxinjing's powerful strength should not have been like this. Perhaps although the physical and spiritual power have been increased after the demonization, the control and control of Tao are much weaker than before. Mo Chengtian is still asking about the realm of Tao. The biggest gap with Mingxinjing is the understanding of Tao, so with his strength, he still has a chance to escape.

Thinking of this, Mo Chengtian's gun was tighter and a light flashed in his eyes.

"Die! Go and die! Hahaha!" Elder Ninth became more and more crazy, and his whole arm was becoming more and more deviated from his human form.

However, what is even more strange is that the blood moon in the air has become more and more terrifying. The blood-red pattern has covered most of the waning moon. The entire continent is as bright as daytime, but the light shining on the earth is not the light, but the red light.

Mo Chengtian knew that he could not delay. If he had expected it was right, when the Blood Moon was fully formed, the Ninth Elder's strength would even surpass before the Demonization, and the Demonization would be out of control.

Mo Chengtian jumped and jumped into the void, with a spear floating in front of him. He formed seals with both hands, and countless light spears suddenly formed behind him. The light spears fell to Elder Ninth. The moment he landed on the ground, it blended with the earth, as if one, and countless tiny chains suddenly appeared between the light spears, locking the Ninth Elder Ninth firmly.

This is the Dragon Prison, one of the unique skills of the Mohist school. Although Mo Chengtian is not good at it, the current situation is indeed the best choice.

The Ninth Elder looked ferocious. He wanted to break free from the Dragon-Suppressing Prison. The chains were clattering, and countless patterns appeared on the light spear. This was the embodiment of Taoism, so brute force was naturally difficult to break.

Unfortunately, the Ninth Elder was too strong. He destroyed the lock spear crazily, even though his arms were already covered in blood and covered in holes. His expression was as crazy as if he could not feel pain, "Demon!......Die!...Die!...Die!...Die!" Even his voice was not as good as a human.

Mo Chengtian was not panicked. He waved out of thin air and suddenly there were a lot of talismans in his hand. Driven by spiritual power, the talismans flew towards the Ninth Elder.

Between the locked spear, a pillar of fire swept across, and the flames ruthlessly burned the body of the Ninth Elder. Of course, even the talismans he had carefully prepared were unlikely to kill the Ninth Elder, and Mo Chengtian did not intend to do this.

After a while, the flames subsided, and the Ninth Elder poked out his charred claws, making it even more strange. At this moment, several talismans hidden beside him burst out, turning into solid thick soil to suppress it.

I have to say that Mo Chengtian's series of methods are indeed wonderful. He first suppressed the Ninth Elder with the Dragon-Suppressing Prison, then burned his vitality with the fire talisman, and finally suppressed it with thick soil. In this way, the Ninth Elder's body lost its strength and could not regenerate when it was charred, and he fell into a situation where he could not move.

"Hehe...dea...dea..." Elder Nine's roar was extremely hoarse, like a cry in the abyss. Blood was seeping at the corners of his eyes, as if incomparable pain.

On the other side, Mo Chengtian rushed back to Yu Mengyao and felt much more at ease when he saw the child was safe.

"Mengyao, next... what should we do next?" Mo Chengtian looked at the child, but was at a loss.

Yu Mengyao's delicate lips trembled, her eyes were slightly lost, and she said tremblingly: "Or, run away, if you take the child to run quickly, it should...it should be too late."

Escape? Mo Chengtian was also lost in his mind. Although the family treated him well, this does not mean that the family can tolerate this abnormal child. Is there really no other choice?

And just as the two of them were lost, Elder Nine suddenly changed, and the charred dry arms suddenly turned into blood, replaced by the huge magic clutch formed by the blood-red spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy contained in the devil's clutch was extremely terrifying. It broke through the blockade in an instant, and even became larger than the Ninth Elder himself.

"Chengtian! Be careful!" Yu Mengyao shouted, but it was too late.

With a loud bang, the magic clutch fell to the ground, and terrifying spiritual energy swept across the courtyard. Mo Chengtian was caught off guard and was swept by the palm wind. A mouthful of blood was spurted out, and he was seriously injured.

The power of a palm is so terrifying!

Yu Mengyao was facing Elder Ninth, fortunately, she reacted quickly and placed her spiritual energy in front of her to defend and protect Yun Feng. However, the terrible impact force knocked her to the courtyard wall, and she was also seriously injured.

The most pitiful thing is Mo Hai outside the courtyard. He tried his best to cover up the movements in the courtyard. This blow made his blockade shatter in an instant, and he also fell into a coma.

"Great Elder, if you don't come, you won't be able to deal with it." Mo Hai murmured before he fell into a coma. The responsibilities of the general manager gave him the qualification to contact the Great Elder directly. At present, only by notifying the Great Elder can solve this situation. However, he was already in a coma and naturally could not see it.

"Run? Can you run away? Demon, hahaha, everything related to the Demon will disappear, everything! Disappear!" The Ninth Elder suddenly became quick and the demonization was almost completed, like the blood moon in the air.

In the corner of the courtyard, Yu Mengyao did not realize that the child in his arms was sad for his parents or for some reason, but the ominous right eye actually shed dark tears. Even in his pupils, there was a trace of invisible black light.

In the courtyard, the Ninth Elder swung his strange right arm, grabbed Mo Chengtian with his five fingers, and he let out a hideous laugh: "Hehe, are there any tricks? What does it mean to show such an expression? Do you want to beg for mercy? It's impossible! Hahaha, you have to die, you all! You are going to die!"

Mo Chengtian gritted his teeth, blood still oozing from the corners of his mouth, and his whole face was red. In front of the absolute power, he seemed so powerless.

In the air, the waning moon seemed to have just been taken out of blood, and the floating blood seemed to be about to drip down, and the red light reflected the entire earth. In the continent, countless people looked up at this strange sky, at a loss.

The Ninth Elder also seemed to have been baptized, and his left arm gradually eroded, as if it was about to become spiritual.

Mo Chengtian controlled the last spiritual power and wielded the silver spear on the ground, preparing to fight to the death. However, countless bloodshots appeared in the Ninth Elder's right arm, and the blood light danced, and it directly cut the silver spear into pieces.

Mo Chengtian wanted to turn his head and wanted to say something to his wife at the end, but his phantom arm was getting tighter and tighter, and he couldn't even blink.

At the moment when he was discouraged, Yu Mengyao suddenly appeared in front of him. Her left palm was like glass, and her right fingers were shining with golden light. This is the characteristic of the Yu family's martial arts "Jade Palm and Golden Finger". However, with Yu Mengyao's cultivation and current state, it is like a swaying tree.

A bloodshot flashed, and Yu Mengyao's palm was pierced. Elder Nine showed a look of surprise: "Ha? Overestimate one's ability!"

Yu Mengyao was shot down to the ground, and the blood-red spiritual energy raged along her palms, and she finally lost the strength to get up.

"Mengyao!" Mo Chengtian was crying in his heart, but he couldn't make any sound, and blood and tears slid from the corners of his eyes. He had never thought so much like this now and now, that I could not fall down, even if... be possessed by the devil!

Tears of despair are like this bloody red moon.

Similar things have also happened elsewhere in the mainland, and this is not just his sorrow.

Under the ruins, Yu Mengyao fell to the ground, and her spiritual power in her body was disordered.

Mo Chengtian was held in a giant palm and could not move, his eyes were covered with bloodshot, and his face was filled with despair and madness.

Mo Hai fainted weakly on the ground, and the sounds from the jade talisman tightly held in his hand did not awaken him.

The elder knew that something was wrong and had arrived quickly. However, there were many restrictions in the Mo Mansion, and many areas could not rush to the full speed, so it was slower.

The tribesmen and monks inside and outside the Mo Mansion had not yet noticed the changes here, and were all attracted by the bloody night sky.

No one noticed that the baby in the cradle was strangely suspended in the void, and the right eye, which was reflected in the blood moon, had already become as dark as ink.

It's like the bottomless abyss under the underworld and among the nine netherworlds.
Chapter completed!