Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

In the gloomy void, a line of fire ran across the sky, slamming heavily on the deserted ground, raising up to hundreds of meters of smoke and dust covering several miles.

When the smoke cleared, a huge round pit suddenly appeared.

In the center of the round pit, a giant crouched, and around him, there was a raging flame, and the flame was covered with a layer of frost.

"Ice Soul Ghost Dragon!"

Don't try to shrink your eyes, the soundtrack is solemn:

"The ghost king of the language?"

"Not bad!" A cold muffled grunt sounded from the sky, and then a cold light appeared, revealing a man with long icy hair.

The man lowered his head and stared at Mo Qiu, and said coldly:

"No matter who you are, there is no doubt that you will die if you dare to offend the protagonist, but if the captured people are released, I can make your death more comfortable."

He doesn't know who the person below is.

However, he was bold enough to take action with the descendants of Chaocheng Tianhou and many nobles. Since he was touched by him, he would not escape death.

"Heh..." Mo Qiu shook his head:

"But not necessarily!"

"Stubbornly stubborn!" The man snorted coldly, and his figure suddenly disappeared in the sky.

Mo Qiu narrowed his eyes, and it was too late to think about it. The magic spell attached to his body was within reach of Tianhe, which had already been stimulated in advance.

"Om..."

The void in front of him trembled, and a touch of ice crystal appeared in his eyes.

The ice crystal is like a gun, wriggling like a living thing.

Every time it moves, it seems inconspicuous, but if there is no imprisonment of Tianhe, I am afraid that it will be able to easily penetrate several miles of mountains and rocks.

Don't ask for a deep breath, the bodhi leaves in the body trembled crazily, and the Baipi Dao instantly turned into a hundred feet long, slamming forward.

"Rumble..."

The light of the knife was like a wave, and it swept across the front for more than ten miles.

Within its range, except for the blade light that shielded the sky and the sun, there was nothing more, even the ice crystal spear was also covered.

"Kachacha!"

The cracking sound emerged from the field.

A ray of chill appeared in the blade light.

Mo Qiu's eye sockets throbbed, and he suddenly drank low, his body tumbling with flames, pouring into the blade of light, turning into a sea of ​​flames and rushing out again.

"fire?"

The man's disdainful voice sounded:

"Don't you know that the Primordial Profound Ice Technique of our Yan family is designed to overcome the spiritual fire of the heavens, not to mention that your realm is far inferior to mine."

As the sound falls, ice crystals bloom.

The cold air from the ancient times can freeze all things.

Even the ethereal fire and one touch that could burn the soul turned into dazzling ice crystals, and then burst into pieces.

"clatter…"

Mo Qiu's body retreated, and the whole body was also covered with a layer of frost.

The extreme chill invaded along the flesh and blood, making his movements slow, and he could only watch the spear attack.

The opponent's marksmanship is obviously in the same line as the Dongping County Lord, he is domineering to the extreme, and carries the silence that is not all things in the world.

"Peng!"

Before the gun blade, the giant burst.

"Um?"

The man showed his figure and raised his eyebrows:

"Illusion?"

As the blood of the ice ghost dragon, the man is naturally clear and clear, and immune to many secret methods involving the spirit, he can also be defeated by the illusion.

The voice hadn't fallen yet, and a vertical eye appeared in the void ahead.

Big Luofa Eyes!

The pupils in the vertical eyes flickered faintly, and a trace of void thunder ignoring the distance of time and space, slammed into the middle of his sea of ​​consciousness.

Talking about real thunder!

"Um?"

The man snorted, his body leaned back subconsciously.

not good!

Secretly screamed that it was not good, but it was obviously late.

Yama Dharma body!

Mo Qiu roared in his mouth and turned into a giant wrapped in black flames.

The terrifying power and sharp edge instantly smashed opponents into pieces.

Knife light stagnated.

Mo Qiu's figure appeared, he did not face the joy of victory, but frowned, looking behind him.

"amazing!"

The man's voice sounded again, this time already with some admiration:

"Your Excellency should be the Taoist Master of Quanzhen Dao, don't ask for it. With the Golden Core Realm, he has such a strength, no wonder he was favored by Lord Hou."

"pity…"

"If you don't enter Yuan Ying, you will never understand the power of the ghost king!"

Rebirth from a drop of blood!

Mo Qiu couldn't help but breathe in the scene before him.

But seeing the smashed flesh and blood splashing in the field, it was actually quickly pieced together in front of his eyes, and the man recovered in the blink of an eye.

There is a word circulating in the spiritual world.

The spirit of mind is immortal, and Yuan Ying is immortal.

The meaning of this sentence is that as long as the real Yuan Ying has a ray of divine thoughts to survive, he can restore his cultivation base, almost immortal.

In the underworld, there are similar judgments.

Rebirth from a drop of blood!

As long as the ghost king survives with a drop of blood, he can't be killed.

After being surprised, Do not seek to return to calm, he said in a cold voice:

"If this is the case, then wipe your physical body clean. I want to see how many times you can recover!"

He saw clearly that although the opponent's physical body had recovered again, the aura on his body was much weaker, and he could never recover indefinitely.

Wuzhishan!

With a big hand stretched out, the void is imprisoned.

The body was pierced forward, and a hundred piping swords slashed frantically.

"Peng!"

The ice crystals burst.

"court death!"

The opponent was not a mermaid, and was destroyed by others one after another. The same was furious, and an extreme chill instantly covered the audience.

"Roar!"

The cold roar, rolling the severe cold.

Don't ask for big strides forward, don't dodge or avoid, the figure continues to expand:

"Momou can kill you even with his physical body alone!"

Yuan womb came out, the body fits, the body of a hundred meters is almost trying to break through the world, and the fist strikes like a mountain rising from the ground.

No skills, no spells, only pure power, ultimate speed.

"boom!"

The ice dragon shattered again.

Mo Qiu was able to resist the ghost king with pure physical strength.

However, it was just two or three breaths, and the other party appeared in the distance again, except that the breath was slightly weaker, and it still didn't hurt the roots.

It was him instead.

Although he killed his opponent many times, he remembered to do his best.

The breath weakened this time, and it was even bigger than the opponent.

"boom!"

"Peng!"

One person and one ghost are like two wild beasts, one is a hundred feet tall, shaking hands and feet, and one ghost turns into a hundred feet cold, roaring endlessly.

Giants and ice dragons passed by, and the earth was gully, and frost spread over one side.

I don't know how many ghosts were affected. The ghosts that were a hundred miles away were also shocked by the breath, and fled away frantically.

Until.

"puff!"

A dark edge suddenly appeared on the back of the ice dragon's head. The ice dragon, which had already begun to gain the upper hand, instantly froze on the spot.

Mo Qiu's body shook, he stepped back a few miles, his chest and abdomen rose and fell rapidly, and looked towards Uncle Bai who was holding a dagger:

"You are late."

They agreed to start together. After receiving him, he had been fighting for a long time before the other party came. If it is later, he is afraid that he will run away.

"It's Mo Dao's active hand that is too fast." Uncle Bai shook his head slightly, a hint of wonder flashed in his eyes:

"But fortunately, Bai was late. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to see Mo Daozhu showing his power, and he can suppress the ghost king of the language."

The Yan family's blood is strong, even if he is proficient in assassination, he is not sure to fight against it.

But don't beg...

This human golden core was able to crush the opponent head-on.

He even suspected that Mo Qiu had other means that he did not use, otherwise it would not be so easy in front of him.

"How about it now?" Mo Qiu looked at the ice dragon that was still in place:

"Is it dead?"

"A ghost king, it's not that easy to die." Uncle Bai shook his head:

"However, even if you can kill, it may not be a good thing to kill him. Sometimes, it's better to be alive than to kill."

He smiled, shaking his sleeves and offering something, and involved the ice dragon in it.

Then a few dark shadows were thrown:

"The one you want!"

Mo Qiu waved his sleeve to catch it, his divine thought swept away, and his complexion was slightly loosened.

These people are indeed monks in the most sacred dojo.

It was them who secretly contacted Cheng Tianhou.

...

"Puff!"

A dragon horn, a phoenix arm, and a few other parts of the flesh made Cheng Tianhou's eyes jump wildly, but he had to suppress his anger.

He looked at the people coming, and muttered:

"What do you want?"

"Retreat!" Wang Hu faced the front without changing his face:

"Return to the underworld without invading."

"This is impossible!" Cheng Tianhou roared.

Even if his son falls into the opponent's hands, he will not agree to this matter.

"Then retreat first and let go of our people." Wang Hu said:

"If this matter is promised, I will let you half of the ghosts. In addition, you need to testify that it is the Most Sacred Dojo that is secretly contacting you."

"..."

Cheng Tianhou looked gloomy.

He looked at the thousands of soldiers who were surrounded, and the white dog that had turned from "Mo Qiu" back to its true form, and his eyes were full of hideousness.

a long time,

Fang nodded slowly:

"Can!"

Wang Hu's heart loosened.

Finally, I can relax.

...

A few days later.

Seeing many ghost soldiers slowly retreating to the underworld, Moqiu walked slowly to the front of the passage, stood there for a while, and then the ten-finger pinch tactics moved forward.

Aura is like thread, intertwined in his palm.

a long time,

The light did not go towards the passage.

Not long ago...

"efficient!"

Danyangzi's eyes lit up:

"The passage is closing."

"It's a pity." Mo Qiu sighed helplessly:

"The speed is too slow, and it's too much trouble. At present, I am the only one who can do it."

This is the method of closing the passage that he learned from the Seven Fei Palace to expand the passage, and it is effective after some verification.

"enough!"

Danyangzi nodded:

"As long as the passage can be closed faster, there will be no way to threaten me in the Holy Dojo. If they want to go, let them go."

"It's a waste of work. I haven't gotten the benefits yet. I'd like to see how the person named Guo will explain to the people over there after he goes back."

"Humph!" Wang Hu snorted coldly:

"Collaborate with the ghost clan of the underworld, just leave like this, it will be cheaper for them!"

"Fine. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Shen Nanshan slowly shook his head:

"This is the end of the matter, it's useless to say more."

"but…"

"Conspiring with the ghost clan of the underworld is indeed a big taboo. Don't do it, remember! Remember!"

Having said that, if there is a deep meaning, he glanced at him without asking.

Mo Qiu didn't say a word.

As far as he is concerned, the matter in the underworld must be settled as soon as possible. He needs time to retreat and prepare for the attack on the realm of Nascent Soul.

As long as Yuan Ying is advanced, some troubles will no longer be troubles.

Because of the Yin-Yang channel, Xuanyou Dongtian of the Shang Qing Dynasty had such great benefits for the cultivation of the Golden Core and the Nascent Soul. He already vaguely felt that the boundary was coming.

Soon…

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