The Greatest Uncle of All Heavens

Chapter 676 Three Priests
Baijiang City is a beautiful ancient city in the southeast of the mainland.In Baijiang City, there is a restaurant called Dongyu Restaurant that has been open for more than ten years. The owners of the restaurant are Dongbo Xueying and Yu Jingqiu.

In the living room of the mansion in the backyard of the restaurant, exquisite side dishes, fruit cakes and fine wines were placed on the dining table. Dongbo Xueying and his wife were warmly greeting Mo Yangxu and Cheng Lingshu.

Not to mention that Mo Yangxu was Dong Bo Xue Ying's uncle, Cheng Lingshu and Dong Bo Xue Ying were also acquainted.It's just that Cheng Lingshu, who Dongbo Xueying only needs to call "Sister Lingshu", is suddenly two generations older than himself, but Dongbo Xueying still can't laugh or cry. What makes him even more depressed is that every time he meets Cheng Lingshu, he always likes to take To tease him about his seniority.

The four of them were eating, drinking, chatting and laughing, when they suddenly sensed something about Mo Yangxu, they couldn't help frowning slightly, and then disappeared out of thin air, making Dongbo Xueying, Yu Jingqiu and his wife, and even Cheng Lingshu dumbfounded. so-so.

"Sister Lingshu, uncle..." Dongbo Xueying, who had reacted first, couldn't help but said, before he finished speaking, Cheng Lingshu said with a complicated expression, "You already knew it, right? But he, he really can bear it, I've been hiding it from me for so long. If it wasn't for today"

"Huh? What exactly happened that made him so nervous, could it be?" Cheng Lingshu, who suddenly thought of something, couldn't help but change his expression.

Seeing that Cheng Lingshu stood up nervously and worriedly, Dong Bo Xueying and the confused Yu Jingqiu also stood up quickly, and then Dong Bo Xueying hurriedly persuaded: "Sister Lingshu, don't worry! If there is something urgent, I think my uncle can handle it."

At the same time, in the fertile Nanqin Province in the southern part of the mainland, in a dense mountain forest, a figure in a state of embarrassment rising from the sky like a blood-colored mist descended from the sky, destroying the space, trees, and hills where the sword light passed. And the earth, even the sun and the air, it seems that everything is being annihilated, and the terrifying power makes people frightened. It is the annihilation of the rules and mystery, and it is enough to destroy everything without any power.

Pfft.. The handsome young man who landed in a state of embarrassment resisted the dreadful destructive power of the blade. The weapon in his hand had already flown out, and the blood-colored divine armor lingering on his body trembled. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. , Collapsed a mountain before stopping.

"The three priests of the Demon God Association?" Mo Yang Ziyu looked at the mysterious man in dark red armor, a horn helmet and a dark red mask, holding a huge blood-colored scimitar in the chaotic void that was rapidly recovering from the broken space with surprise and anger. Man, this person's strength is so strong that he is definitely a demigod powerhouse who can overwhelm an era. In the entire Xia Clan, only Mo Yangxuan can overwhelm him. Only Mo Yang Ziyu, who is at the holy level, is even worse than him. a lot of.

This Moyang Ziyu is naturally the grandson of Mo Yangxuan, the great-grandson of Mo Yangxu, and another peerless genius of the Moyang family who has shaken the entire Xia clan since Moyangxuan. Not much inferior, having mastered two kinds of third-rank true meanings, and in the future there is every hope of mastering second-rank true meanings.

"You want to kill me? Unfortunately, your attack methods are not strong enough!" Mo Yang Ziyu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up, looking at the three priests of the mysterious man in the horn helmet with a ferocious grin.In fact, he was also secretly surprised that the defensive power of this set of blood demon armor on his body was so terrible. After all, what Mo Yangxu gave him was just a dark red armguard. Who would have thought that this armguard could become a set of gods? What about A?

As a peerless genius of the Xia Clan, Mo Yang Ziyu naturally had a God Realm soldier to protect him, but that God Realm soldier faced the three priests of the Demon God Society, and it was not like he could control the enemy with one move, but he could only barely restrain him.In the end, facing the terrible blow just now, it was the Blood Demon God Armor that really saved Mo Yang Ziyu's life.

Moreover, Mo Yang Ziyu, who was wearing the Blood Demon God Armor, felt that his blood was boiling, and his whole body's power potential had been stimulated, so just now he could barely block the fatal blow of the three priests of the Demon God Society with the help of a semi-divine weapon.

"Die!" The three priests of the Demon God Club spoke in a low voice, and once again waved the bloody scimitar in his hand, annihilating space and everything, and slashed at Mo Yangziyu.At the same time, a stream of light flew over to block the front and turned into a blurry figure, but it flew out the moment it was struck by the bloody scimitar. It was the God Realm warrior bestowed to Moyang Ziyu by the Xia Clan.Immediately afterwards, the power of the bloody scimitar was slightly affected, and it continued to cut towards Moyang Ziyu.

"Ah" Facing the crisis of life and death, Mo Yang Ziyu roared frantically, punched out, and the blood mist on the blood-colored glove shook, and then the space seemed to vibrate, and then collapsed and shattered, the true meaning of the space fluctuation and the space shattered With the combination of split and true meaning, he met the bloody scimitar.

Keng... Amidst the sound of metal and iron clashing, the next moment, the surrounding space completely collapsed, and the terrifying power exploded. The collapsed space swallowed the surrounding mountains and forests, and the aftermath spread for several miles before gradually weakening. down.

In the chaotic space storm, a bloody streamer flew out and turned into a set of bloody armor. The blood energy in it rolled and rose, and then condensed and turned into the pale-faced Moyang Ziyu. Although his aura was much weaker, it was obviously still Not really dead.

"Immortal body?" Immediately afterwards, the three priests of the Demon God Society stepped out of the slowly subsiding space storm, and their deadly gray eyes fell on Mo Yang Ziyu, who seemed a little surprised, and then shook his head lightly: "It's a pity , you can’t stop my third strike, die!”

Just when the third priest of the Demon God Association was about to strike again, the space froze for an instant, and at the same time a cold voice sounded: "Unfortunately, you have no chance to use the third knife. If you dare to kill my great-grandson, no matter who you are, today , you have to die!"

"Grandpa Zeng?" Hearing that familiar voice, Mo Yang Ziyu couldn't help being both surprised and delighted. He stared in astonishment, and when he looked up, he saw the white robed figure appearing suddenly like a teleportation, it was Mo Yangxu. More than 100 years have passed, and Mo Yangxu, who is nearly [-] years old, still looks young, but his whole person appears to be more mature. This has already made people suspect that he should have already become an extraordinary life.

Therefore, Mo Yang Ziyu guessed that Mo Yangxu was an extraordinary powerhouse, but he never thought that his low-key great-grandfather would have such terrifying strength that he could easily freeze the space, and he said that he would let the demon god meet him. The three priests died, and if they wanted to kill the Demon God, the three priests would have to have at least the power of a god. Could it be that Grandpa Zeng was already a god?

"Mo Yangxu, you are indeed an extraordinary powerhouse!" Seeing Mo Yangxu, the three priests of the demon god with narrowed eyes could not help but speak in a hoarse voice, and then the aura of the huge blood-colored scimitar in his hand became violent, and the stagnant space was also shocked. Then trembled: "Since you are here, let me see how strong you are!"

"Hehe, if you want to see my strength, okay, then I'll make it happen for you!" With a chuckle, Mo Yangxu, who had a cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes, didn't take out any weapons, but just punched out seemingly casually. Suddenly, the space distorted and collapsed into a black hole vortex, instantly engulfing the three elders of the Demon God Association.

Buzzing Mo Yang Ziyu who was not far away, saw the space around the rapidly expanding black hole vortex trembling continuously, and with a faint cry of depressing pain, in the shrinking black hole vortex, there was no longer the three priests of the Demon God Society There was no trace of it, only the dark red horn helmet armor and the bloody scimitar fell down.

"This demon god will perform three sacrifices, is he dead?" Mo Yang Ziyu stared at this scene dumbfounded, still a little in disbelief: "His strength is so strong, and he has a divine armor to protect his body, yet he is dead? Grandpa Zeng?" What level of strength has it reached? A real god is nothing more than that, right?"

(End of this chapter)