What kind of place is this?
Mo Qi walked on, always carrying this question.
Not long after, his eyes lit up, and a magnificent scene appeared before him.
In a low shed, a row of demonic beasts were tethered, including Qilin, Taotie, lions, black bears, Four Unlike, Kui Niu, Dapeng, and countless other demonic beasts whose names he couldn't recall.
It looked extremely spectacular, and at the same time, it felt incredibly desolate!
These were the mounts of the disciples of the Yuqing Sect!
The disciples of the Yuqing Sect liked to put on such airs.
They had legs to walk and divine abilities to fly, yet they insisted on taking mounts, as if not riding a mount was insufficient to display their status, insufficient to showcase their power.
It would have been fine if these spirit beasts had no spiritual consciousness, but many of them not only possessed spiritual consciousness but could also transform into human form.
Take Kong Xuan, for instance. After painstakingly cultivating into human form, upon encountering these people, they declared his root form insufficient, forced him back into his original form, made him cultivate anew, and casually trampled on his dignity. All the while, they preached benevolence and righteousness, spoke of heavenly laws and human ethics, yet they were all hypocrites whose words did not match their deeds.
The more Mo Qi thought about it, the angrier he became. He immediately went to untie a Qilin. At first, the Qilin was quite hostile, baring its teeth at him. However, when Mo Qi said, "I'll let you go," it began to wag its tail, looking pleading and fawning. It appeared extremely comical, yet also quite pathetic.
Yet, after Mo Qi struggled for a long time, the rope simply wouldn't come undone.
This rope must have been enchanted with some restriction. Every time it was loosened slightly, a red light would flash, and the rope would automatically return to its original tight knot.
Mo Qi tried a few more times, with the same result.
The Qilin's wagging tail slowed down, and a hint of disappointment appeared on its face.
Mo Qi's anger flared. If all else failed, he would resort to force.
Mo Qi summoned the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors. The scissors transformed into two flood dragons, circling in the air, separating and merging, their continuous movements creating immense biting force. With a clang, golden light overflowed, and sparks flew.
The rope was cut in half with one strike. A second strike at the same spot, and it finally broke with a roar.
The Qilin was overjoyed and rubbed against Mo Qi.
Mo Qi said, "Hurry and leave. If people come, you won't be able to escape."
The Qilin reluctantly departed.
Mo Qi then began to wield the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors to cut the rope of another lion. The lion also became exceptionally docile, looking at Mo Qi with great urgency.
The remaining demonic beasts were all extremely excited and agitated, letting out various roars, as if vying to be rescued by Mo Qi.
This commotion could not have escaped the notice of the Antarctic Immortal Elder and the others. They immediately unfurled their forms and sped over.
Mo Qi was also extremely anxious at this moment. He was no longer afraid of the Antarctic Immortal Elder and the others. With the Tree of Fortune in his hand, he would only need to sacrifice a leaf to leave.
But at this moment, he was thinking not only of his own safe retreat but also of the safe retreat of all the demonic beasts here.
However, the speed at which the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors cut the ropes could not be increased. Each rope required two cuts. While this was fast for a single rope, with thousands of ropes, it seemed very slow in comparison.
A moment later, countless demonic beasts took to the sky one after another, fleeing as if for their lives towards the distance.
Seeing this from afar, the Six Immortals were so enraged they were jumping up and down. "Mo Qi deserves to die ten times over and still not atone for the sins of today."
Ge Xiang stared blankly at the demonic beasts soaring into the sky, murmuring, "What is he thinking?"
As she thought, she unconsciously took a step and flew towards the direction where the demonic beasts had taken flight.
Meanwhile, the Six Immortals, while running, discussed, "We cannot let him escape again this time. We must devise a foolproof plan."
The Antarctic Immortal Elder said, "He has the leaves of the Tree of Fortune. What can we do?"
Everyone fell silent.
True Master Yu Ding said, "We can set up an anti-teleportation formation to trap him in the center, making it impossible for him to fly away even with wings."
"What formation?" the Antarctic Immortal Elder asked.
"The Infinite Space Formation. It's called infinite, but it's actually restrictive. Most teleportation arrays cannot escape it, but I don't know if that tree leaf's teleportation counts as a teleportation array," True Master Yu Ding said.
"We can only try our best," the Antarctic Immortal Elder said.
A moment later, the six individuals arrived above the mount shed. True Master Yu Ding took out six small orange flags. He pointed at the sky, and an orange flag shot out, hovering dozens of feet above.
True Master Yu Ding then pointed to the east, south, west, and north. Four more small flags flew out in the four directions, disappearing into the air in an instant.
The remaining small flag was thrown directly downwards, intended to sink into the earth.
At this moment, Mo Qi, who had been fully focused on cutting the ropes, suddenly summoned the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors and struck at the small flag.
While True Master Yu Ding was setting up the formation, he had paid attention to Mo Qi's movements. Seeing that Mo Qi continuously used the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors to cut the ropes binding the spirit beasts, as if he knew what he was doing but was indifferent or unable to attend to it, True Master Yu Ding relaxed his guard and casually activated the small flags to set up the formation.
Little did he know that Mo Qi was merely feigning disinterest; he was actually paying attention to the movements of the Six Immortals the entire time.
He saw True Master Yu Ding continuously releasing small flags and placing them in various directions, and he knew they were setting up a formation.
He didn't know what formation they were setting up, but he had to stop them. He couldn't just sit there and wait to die, could he?
The Golden Flood Dragon Scissors let out a deafening roar. Two beams of light whistled past, and with a snap, the small flag was cut into two pieces.
Then, without hesitation, the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors continued to whistle forward, to cut the ropes of the mounts.
Seeing one small flag destroyed, the others were panicked. True Master Yu Ding calmly said, "It's not a big problem. I'll guard the place where the flag just fell. The rest of you can go into the formation to capture him."
"Capture what? Kill without mercy," Guang Chengzi said angrily.
As he spoke, he lunged towards Mo Qi, waving his whisk, which emitted dazzling light as it struck at Mo Qi.
He had lost a whisk fighting Little Dot earlier, but that was just an ordinary whisk.
This one, however, was a whisk of the magic treasure level.
"Wait..." The Antarctic Immortal Elder tried to stop him, urging him not to be so hasty, to first devise a strategy, and then to work together to capture Mo Qi in one fell swoop.
However, the enraged Guang Chengzi was blinded by his anger. How could he listen? He continued to strike at Mo Qi without pause.
The whisk, imbued with his life's spiritual power, emitted divine light like a flood dragon emerging from the sea, holding its head high, chest puffed out, baring its fangs and claws, arrogant and invincible.
This was the manifestation of his entire strength concentrated at a single point. He believed that with this strike, even a Grand Unity Golden Immortal could not withstand it, let alone someone who was merely a Golden Immortal.
Golden Immortal?
No, this fellow's cultivation had improved. His rate of improvement was too fast!
Back when he was still a Profound Immortal, he could fight him to a draw. How much more so now?
Guang Chengzi immediately realized he had been a bit impulsive.
He instinctively wanted to stabilize his form and stop the attack.
However, at this moment, Mo Qi looked up at him and gave a sinister smile, sending a shiver down his spine and making him realize that it was a bit late to awaken to this realization.
As expected, Mo Qi pointed his finger, and the Heaven-Overturning Seal shot out, instantly connecting heaven and earth, covering the entire sky.
Guang Chengzi inwardly cried out in misery and had no choice but to wave his whisk. Divine light roared, surging forward like a tide, resisting the collapsing sky (the Heaven-Overturning Seal).
But it was only for a moment. Immediately, the mountain collapsed and the dike broke. The divine light emitted by the whisk shattered like glass fragments, splashing in all directions.
The Heaven-Overturning Seal was like a carriage pulled by countless horses, crushing everything in its path, unstoppable.
Guang Chengzi's face turned ashen with fear, and he hastily retreated backward.
The others, meanwhile, accelerated their advance, simultaneously unleashing their divine abilities and magic treasures to meet the attack.
Countless divine lights of red, orange, yellow, and green whistled and churned, barely holding back the Heaven-Overturning Seal, like several pillars of a building supporting a collapsing structure.
And the building itself was swaying precariously.
Guang Chengzi's pressure suddenly eased, and he let out a long sigh of relief. He turned back and swung his whisk again at the Heaven-Overturning Seal.
With their combined efforts, the Heaven-Overturning Seal was batted into the air, tumbling and flying back.
The Six Immortals then seized the opportunity to rush forward, attacking Mo Qi together.
Light flashed, colorful and dazzling, overwhelming the senses.
At this moment, Mo Qi pointed his finger. After the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors cut the rope binding a Great Roc, they flew towards True Master Yu Ding. True Master Yu Ding had intended to launch an effective attack and then occupy the eye of the formation. Unexpectedly, Mo Qi seemed to know their weakness and directly attacked True Master Yu Ding.
The two agile little dragons separated and merged, like a giant beast with a gaping maw constantly showcasing its fangs.
True Master Yu Ding had no choice but to wield his sword to block the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors. For a time, they shuttled back and forth, locked in a stalemate.
For such spirit-infused magic treasures, once released, they could attack the enemy autonomously, as if with innate understanding.
This understanding stemmed from fate.
The Golden Flood Dragon Scissors originally belonged to the Sanxiao Maidens of the Shangqing Sect. In the previous war between Yin and Zhou, the Sanxiao also unfortunately became embroiled in the conflict. Even more unfortunately, they were all killed by the disciples of the Yuqing Sect and were now listed among the fallen.
However, after their deaths, their magic treasures, the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors and the Primordial Golden Dou, were taken into the treasury of the Yuqing Sect. It was inconvenient to immediately issue them to disciples for use, and they planned to distribute them after the current turmoil had passed.
The Golden Flood Dragon Scissors were highly spiritual. Their original owner was killed, and they themselves were trapped in enemy territory. Although they were not in control of their actions, they actually had preferences in their hearts. They hoped to be rescued by disciples of the Shangqing Sect.
Now, Mo Qi's descent from the heavens was precisely what saved them from their predicament, allowing them to no longer serve their enemies. Naturally, they were grateful to Mo Qi, and subtly, they began to regard Mo Qi as their master.
Therefore, the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors engaged True Master Yu Ding on their own, without Mo Qi needing to worry about them.
With one person holding back the Heaven-Overturning Seal, the situation on the battlefield quietly changed.
The Heaven-Overturning Seal slowed down, but it still pressed towards Mo Qi.
Mo Qi didn't need to worry about the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors. He freed up another hand, patted his storage bag, and the Qiankun Circle, emitting a dazzling light, shot out towards True Master Huang Long.