Fantasy, The Cultivation Base From The Previous Life Cannot Be Sealed

"what!"

Mo Longzi was terrified.

But it was too late to escape now.

No matter what the stick said, he would have to suffer.

The sound of "Dang" was earth-shattering.

Immediately afterwards, a black figure fell down like a meteorite from the sky.

Amid the bursts of "Boom Boom Boom", it was the sound of more than a dozen small hills collapsing.

Above the sky, Sun Xiaokong looked at the place filled with smoke and dust below, shook his hands, and sighed softly:

"Hands are still numb. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have used such force."

Knowing that there is a big Realm difference, Sun Xiaokong naturally didn't expect to kill Mo Longzi, the fourth person on the Tianjiao list, with one blow.

The older generation who were fighting below also stopped in a tacit understanding at this moment.

Heitu, the protector of the Mozong, looked at the sky, and the slowly dissipating black mist suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Could it be that the figure that was shot down from the black mist just now is the young master?

No way, it stands to reason that it is impossible for those juniors to find the position of the young master in the dark mist.

But when he probed into the black mist with Divine Sense, he really couldn't feel the breath of his young master.

The Elder in the white robe of Xuantian Sect sneered and said aloud.

"Hei Soil Protector, don't take your head as soon as possible, it's useless and heavy anyway."

"The figure that was shot down from the black mist just now was clearly dressed in black. If the black mist of your Demon Sect does not fade, then it must be your young master."

Heitu couldn't help but thump in his heart, and the last hope in his heart was also extinguished.

Just as he was about to rush over to rescue his young master, the pile of rocks made a movement first.

Accompanied by a muffled "bang", a distressed figure swished up into the sky from under the gravel.

His clothes were torn, his hair was disheveled, his face was disheveled, and his whole body was stained with blood.

Two heads are carried on the shoulders, one head and two big heads on one side.

This time it was really carried, because Mo Longzi's neck was forced to hide in Sun Xiaokong's sneak attack just now.

"Little...animal...born!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

Words of extreme hatred popped out of Mo Longzi's throat one by one.

In order to gain that supreme opportunity in this battle of oblivion, in order to hit Tianjianzong and other young arrogances of the younger generation in one fell swoop, it can be said that he has made many plans.

However, just before it was about to succeed, it was destroyed by a sudden unknown boy.

At this moment, there are ten thousand regrets in my heart.

He really didn't expect that the panic of the stupid-looking young man in front of him when he rushed into the black mist just now was actually fake.

But Sun Xiaokong smiled and said:

"Brother Daoist, I didn't expect your head to be stronger than that of the Dajin Dynasty. If there is a chance, I will fight in another place."

"I don't know if your head hurts or not. Anyway, my hand hurts, but I don't know if my stick hurts..."

Seeing Sun Xiaokong's harmless appearance to humans and animals, Mo Longzi didn't say anything more.

With a violent punch, a black shadow of the fist swept towards Sun Xiaokong with violent energy that could destroy the world.

Sun Xiaokong's eyes froze, he hurriedly turned the immortal golden body, and blocked the Dinghai needle in his hand in front of him.

But he still couldn't resist Molongzi's emotional punch.

Sun Xiaokong snorted, and retreated a hundred feet in embarrassment in the air before he managed to stabilize his figure, almost spurting out a mouthful of blood.

This was the first time he had received such a violent attack since he practiced. If it wasn't for the fact that his immortal golden body was one step closer in the Earth Fire Mountain Range, he might have peeled off his skin just now.

"Boy, you can."

The smile on Mo Longzi's face became more ferocious.

"The punch I made just now would not be easy even for cultivators of the same level. You were able to follow up with a big Realm short. It seems that you have a lot of secrets."

"However, I want to see how many you can catch in a row!"

After all, several fist shadows bombarded out again.

And each of them was much stronger than the previous ones.

"If you want to hurt him, ask us first!"

Where the black mist dissipated, a white-clothed figure flashed over and stood in front of Sun Xiaokong.

At the same time, a phantom of a gigantic sword over ten feet slashed down, offsetting all the oncoming black fist shadows.

The Sword Master of Tianjianzong stands in the air holding his sword, surrounded by sharp Sword Qi.

Jiang Ming and other Sect's talents also rushed over.

Among them, the pig's head of Tiandaomen... the rough young man who was beaten like a pig's head was holding a big knife in one hand, and Xuanmingzong Shentu who didn't know whether he was alive or dead in the other.

It was even more furious.

"Mo Longzi, you grandma's cunt, you actually got daddy into the black mist, and even devoured daddy's Spiritual Qi, look, I'll kill you alive!"

After finishing speaking, he kicked Shentu's lower abdomen fiercely first, and sent him flying.

Then he swung the big knife in his hand and slashed down on Mo Longzi's head angrily.

Mo Longzi's eyes were contemptuous, and there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't put in one's eyes the opponent's sword light at all.

Just when the big knife was about to slash Mo Longzi's huge forehead, he stretched out his hand and made a move.

A pitch-black Human Cauldron appeared in his hand.

"Fan der Biao, let me give you a taste of this Black Devil."

The seemingly domineering blade light collapsed instantly when it first came into contact with the pitch-black Human Cauldron.

Fan der Biao's sturdy body fell down under the shock of the Black Devil's blower.

"You actually refined this Human Cauldron?"

Jiang Ming couldn't help but exclaimed.

"What? Is it strange?"

Mo Longzi's icy eyes scanned everyone in front of him, and finally stopped on the Black Devil floating in front of him.

"I think this Black Devil should belong to me."

"Now I will use it to solve you one by one!"

After all, he took a sharp step forward, and the momentum around him rose again.

After using the black mist to refine part of the Spirit Power of the crowd, the strength of this Demon Dragon has improved, and he has almost touched the threshold of the Nascent Soul late stage.

Jianzi of Tianjianzong looked dignified.

Normally, his strength might not be much different from that of Molongzi, but at this moment, at least 30% of his Spirit Power has been refined, and with the blessing of the Human Cauldron, even if he joins forces with others, he may not be able to fight. Victory.

But at this time there is no other way.

"Everyone, the strength of Molongzi has reached a terrifying level at this time. It is unlikely that we will win, but we must support as much as possible. As long as the elders and strongmen of each Sect come out, then we will have hope of survival."

Hearing what Jianzi said, the others also realized the seriousness of the situation.

They all showed their own cards.

If it weren't for the fact that the Lost Battlefield is an independent space, I'm afraid even the bodyguard Jade Slip given by the elders would be used.

Compared with the nervousness of others, the expression on Sun Xiaokong's face is relatively relaxed.

Just a little tangled.

Before entering the Lost Battlefield, I promised Master that I would rely on my own strength, but now I can't handle it anymore.

Do you want to shout out that four-character mantra?