Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

Boom!

The void is constantly distorting, and the space where Mo Que can move is being compressed infinitely.

The gray-haired old man was terribly powerful. Sitting on the ground, he could control the entire sky and shatter the void!

"The power of heaven and earth, bless my body!" Mo Que did not hesitate, and drew the power of heaven and earth into his body.

The next moment, he condensed the vitality transformed by the power of heaven and earth into a dazzling scorching sun and blasted it forward to shatter the blocked space.

"Ignorance!" The gray-haired old man opened his eyes coldly.

I saw that when Mo Que's scorching sun slammed into the distorted void, it was also twisted together, not only failed to crack, but was engulfed by the power of space.

"The pseudo-king Realm is a pseudo-king in the end. In front of the real king, he is no different from an ant!" The gray-haired old man said coldly with no expression on his face.

Seeing that the surrounding void has been distorted, Mo Que's body is also under enormous pressure at this moment, squeezed by the distorted space, blood oozing all over his body, and his bones are broken.

"I just want to know, why did the Immortal Alliance destroy Martial Dao back then!"

"Martial Dao colluded with foreign enemies, he is a sinner in the Baizhou, and should be punished!" The gray-haired old man did not shy away, and said bluntly: "You should not choose this way, and you should not try to use your own power to make Martial Dao appear in the world!"

"I don't believe it!" Mo Que roared with blood oozing from his eyes, "Just by your words, can you convict Martial Dao? Can you destroy the entire Martial Dao?"

"Xianmeng is the Sacred Land of Baizhou, it is supreme!" The gray-haired old man said with a blank expression: "If someone in the African Union wanted to save your life because of the blood in your body, you would have participated in the battle as Martial Dao as early as possible. At that time, it has been obliterated!"

"Otherwise, with your own power, do you really think you can reopen the Martial Hall and continue Martial Dao?"

To this day, Mo Que also knows a lot of things.

People in the Immortal League can be roughly divided into three types.

One is the one who is determined to not tolerate Martial Dao and wants to completely obliterate Martial Dao, such as the old man in front of him, and Luo Hanyu, one of the top ten evildoers.

The other is to keep him and use the ancestral blood in his body to achieve Mo Shang and make Mo Shang awaken the ancestral blood.

There is another kind, also want to keep him, let him and Mo Shang compete, in the end, between the two, leave the winner.

Although Mo Que doesn't know the meaning of the blood of the ancestors of the Mo family, the Xianmeng seems to attach great importance to this, and for this reason, he passed the competition as Martial Dao and watched him reopen the martial arts hall.

Originally, there were the latter two kinds of people, those who couldn't tolerate Martial Dao, never made a move against Mo Que.

But when Mo Que topped Martial Dao, these people couldn't sit still anymore and vowed to get rid of Mo Que.

Therefore, when Mo Que left the Xianmeng and came to the border of Baizhou to experience, those who wanted to get rid of him waited for the opportunity.

"The people of Martial Dao are extremely sinful. This Dao is destined to end, and no one can continue!" The gray-haired old man shouted angrily, the power of the distorted space constantly crushing Mo Que's martial arts.

Seeing that Mo Que was covered in blood and many bones were broken, suddenly, the red phoenix flew out of his body, shaking his wings.

"Buzz!"

The void was shocked, and a strange fluctuation appeared in the wings of the red phoenix, causing the distorted space to temporarily stagnate and return to normal.

"Shh!"

Taking this opportunity, Mo Que took a star step, and finally rushed out of the blocked space, and flew towards the military monument.

"It actually broke my space law?" The gray-haired old man's expression changed slightly, and his expression changed sharply as he looked at Chihuang, who followed Mo Que. "You can't go!" He stood up and took one step forward, ripples in the space, and chased Mo Que at an astonishing speed.

"Um?"

However, just a few steps out, the gray-haired old man stopped and looked at the giant monument in front of him, revealing a strange color.

"My law will be affected here!" The old man found that his space law, after a certain distance from the military monument, was greatly reduced.

It was as if no other law could exist within the short distance of this stele.

"It is rumored that the stronger the Cultivation Base, the more dangerous it is to approach this monument. On the contrary, those weaker people will not be affected. Could it be true?"

Recalling that there were just a few young people who could bombard the military monument at will, but as the true king, he was affected instead, and the gray-haired old man's complexion changed again and again.

He got closer to the military monument again, and suddenly felt that the own method was more difficult to perform here.

"Above the True King Realm, approaching this monument will be in great danger!" The gray-haired old man's face was solemn.

The more powerful the Cultivation Base, the more dependent on the Cultivation Base.

If he continues to approach the military monument, he will lose all the methods he has cultivated, which is an extremely unwise choice.

After pondering for a while, the gray-haired old man withdrew, took out the jade talisman, and said, "Mo Que was wounded and fled under the martial monument. Let the disciples below the real king Realm take action and kill him!"

After the news came out, he looked back at the place where the military monument was, then turned around and left.

"The gap between the real king Realm and the fake king Realm is bigger than I thought!" Mo Que came under the martial monument and saw that the old man was not chasing after him, so he sat down and began to heal.

Fortunately, he now has a certain understanding of the Huang family's immortality method, and with this method, his injuries began to recover quickly.

"In the Immortal League, there are a lot of people who are not allowed to have Martial Dao. Now even the true king is dispatched. I must improve my strength as soon as possible before I can protect myself!"

While healing, Mo Que sinks his consciousness into the world in the picture.

In the picture, there is the fierceness of cultivation fighting intent, the process of fighting between Lin Lei and Huang Yu, as well as the Emperor Qi from Yanzhou, and the shape of the huge phoenix bird.

In Mo Que's body, there is a side that has just opened up three feet of heaven and earth, and Emperor Zi left behind an imperial artifact, the chaotic star banner.

All of these things can help Mo Que improve his strength. He pondered for a moment and decided to try cultivation first.

Luo Hanyu, who had previously attacked him, also cultivated a fighting spirit. I am afraid that other young demons in the Immortal League will not be inferior to this woman.

"I need to improve my strength in the shortest possible time!" Mo Que thought, and the time in the world in the picture flowed rapidly.

His thoughts sank in the picture, wrapped in the ill-will he recorded in the picture.

Fortunately, cultivation fighting intent is based on the mind, not the flesh.

Otherwise, everything in the world in the picture is illusory, and even if he can make time flow quickly, it cannot affect his physical body.

In this way, Mo Que is almost crazy. In the world in the picture, he constantly tempers his own consciousness with hostile energy.

During this time, he opened his eyes several times and made a frantic shot. He was forced to go crazy by the amazing aura, so he could only vent.

After Mo Que went mad several times, he opened his eyes again, a pair of red eyes, full of murderous intent.

"Mo Que, come out and die!"

Immortal League had young disciples chasing after him and appeared in front of the Martial Monument.