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Chapter 132 The Man Who Masters Time

The words are not speculative, half a sentence is too much, the devil asks the innocent yuan to sway, and kills each other with blessings.

"Heavenly Demon Seven Killing Fist!"

The old man's beard and hair were all stretched out, and his Dharma face went straight into the clouds, and the pure white light cast by the moonlight was blocked by the jet-black true essence barrier.

Naturally, Mo Wentian would not take the initiative to reduce his power for the sake of civilians in other worlds. To be precise, he also treats civilians like pigs and dogs in his own world.

Only those who have embarked on martial arts can make him treat him differently.

If this blow landed on the ground, the entire area of ​​ten thousand miles would be flattened.

"The murderous nature is too heavy, it deserves to be called a magic word." The handsome young man shook his head and sighed.

Not to mention the languages ​​of various countries in the real world, there are even thousands of languages ​​in the derived world, and he couldn't be more clear about the meaning of the word "magic".

In an instant, a figure in the sky, exactly like the handsome man, stretched out his palm to meet Mo Wentian.

boom.

Just as the energy fluctuation was about to erupt, the handsome man tapped his finger lightly, and the violent fluctuation completely disappeared without leaving a trace.

Mo Wentian's expression changed slightly. His true essence already possessed spirituality. When he struck out in one stroke, as long as the true essence didn't dissipate, it could even survive in the world for a long time, but it was wiped out in an instant.

Even he didn't realize how it dissipated.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Countless embodied sabers attacked the handsome man, as if they wanted to tear him apart.

This time Mo Wentian could see clearly that the saber gradually became rusty and completely turned into dust when it entered the five-meter range of the man.

"Extraordinary power related to time." Mo Wentian's tone was affirmative, feeling a little tricky.

Altair and Mo Wentian surrounded the man, their minds highly concentrated.

"Yes."

The handsome man made no attempt to hide his ability.

"My ability is indeed related to time, you two go together, hurry up."

"Did you go to Huangquan in a hurry, the old man will give you a ride!" Mo Wentian's dharma shrunk violently, and finally merged with himself.

"Nine steps of the demon, nine steps of stepping on the void!"

Mo Wentian took eight steps in a row, and the ninth step happened to appear on top of the handsome man's head, and he stepped down.

"Ten times faster!"

The man's figure changed, and when he reappeared, he was already beside Mo Wentian.

"Grow old and die." He patted Mo Wentian directly, but Mo Wentian didn't change at all.

How did the man know that after Mo Wentian became the Chosen One, the time has already been unified with the Chosen One's Square, unless the strength can surpass the Chosen One's Square, otherwise, it will be invalid!
Finding that the attack was ineffective, the handsome man showed no signs of panic, and quickly changed his figure to stay away from Mo Wentian.

"No.20 movement "Space Blockade"."

The invisible fluctuations blocked the space around the handsome man, as if he was locked in a box.

Mo Wentian arrived just in time, his magic power was overwhelming, and his true essence was rolling.

Although the two joined hands for the first time, they seem to be seamless as teammates who have cooperated for many years.

"It's interesting, but unfortunately, it's useless!"

The mysterious wave action is used in the surrounding space, and the time in the area blocked by the space is reversed, and it quickly returns to the state when it was not blocked.

With ease, this idiom popped up in the minds of all the spectators involuntarily.

"Altair, if you're not in the real world, I might have to spend a little bit of time to take you down." The handsome man broke through several movements in a row with a gentle tone: "Sleep and have a good dream."

"Die in a dream without pain." The man murmured inwardly.

Altair only felt an inexplicable drowsiness hit her, obviously she didn't feel sleepy at all, but she really understood what drowsiness is, she didn't want to care about anything, she just wanted to sleep well.

"No, at the moment she..." The deepest will in my heart insisted, although Altair was so tired that he didn't even want to open his eyelids, but he still barely stood upright.

"Huh?" The handsome man was slightly surprised, but he underestimated her. Relying on the last persistence in his heart, he didn't fall asleep immediately.

Compared to Altair who can't exert his full strength, Mo Wentian, who cannot be affected by time, is more difficult to deal with in the man's view.

But only slightly more difficult

Near the man, countless figures are added every second, that is him from last second, him from last second...

He will also be under great pressure to maintain this state, no longer wasting time, countless figures intertwine, and the torrent kills Mo Wentian.

"The heavenly demon disintegrated!" Mo Wentian looked up to the sky and screamed, his bones all over his body made a sound like popping beans, his true essence flowed backwards, and blood oozes from his seven orifices.

He has already used his desperate trick, the enemy disdain him for the Heavenly Demon Sect that he has fought for all his life, how can he swallow this breath.

"Kill, kill, kill!!!"

For ordinary people in the Demon Sect, the move of killing each other is just a killing move that hurts himself first and then hurts others.

The almost endless figures finally overwhelmed Mo Wentian who was going upstream. Unwilling, Mo Wentian deeply imprinted the man's figure in his mind and returned to the Chosen Square.

He has obtained the items of this world, and after his strength breaks through again, he must come here to find his place again.

The handsome man frowned slightly. No matter how hard he turned back the time, he would never be able to find the old man again, as if the old man he fought with just now was just a dream, leaving no trace.

It was useless to think too much, and looked in the direction of Altair again, only to find that at some point, there was a trembling old man in front of Altair.

"Young man, would you like to give the old man some face and give her up to the old man?" Li Jianwu tapped his cane lightly, and slowly wanted to take Altair away.

"Aren't you going to fight with them?" The handsome man seemed to have seen something interesting, and his expression was playful.

"Your strength is indeed much stronger than the few of them, but if this strength is your confidence, then I can tell you clearly that it is not enough."

Li Jianwu was not angry when he heard this, and said with a smile: "This old bone is not suitable for fighting."

After finishing speaking, he took out a scroll from his wide cuff.

Forced out a trace of energy and blood, submerged on the word "seal" in the scroll.

The old man held the scroll high and lifted it to the sky like a pilgrimage.

"My lord, please take action!"

As soon as the words were finished, the word "Feng" shone brightly, and an aura of returning everything to ruins emerged in the mighty heaven and earth.

What was sealed in the scroll was Zhang Hao's Guixu Divine Fist!
The handsome man's complexion changed drastically, and he could no longer maintain a calm and breezy expression. He looked at the brilliant figure formed by the fist, and realized the boundless energy fluctuations like a vast ocean in the true sense.

The sky and the earth are roaring, the sky is full of dark clouds, and countless thunder snakes are swimming in the clouds.

This is the will of the world to perceive the power beyond the limit, and to erase all things beyond the limit.

Li Jianwu's energy and blood surged, pulling Altair and Aogu and Miyazaki who were lying dead on the ground, and fled to the distance without looking back.

They will not participate in the grievances between the chosen ones, but it is impossible for the chosen ones to die because of circumstances other than the grievances.

Everyone is an excellent tool person, and there is no saying of favoritism.

(End of this chapter)