Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

Although Chen Wankong was the lord of Beiling City, he had to abide by the rules of Beiling City not to fight in the city, so he specially ran outside the city to wait for Mo Yuan.

He originally thought that Ruo Moyuan was a bullying master, and after taking the Xuanling Clear Water over with both soft and hard tactics, he would stop causing more trouble.

But when he saw Mo Yuan walking out of the city gate with an expressionless face, he knew that this matter could not be resolved.

Duan Lang and Su Mei stopped not far from the city gate, watching Mo Yuan walk past.

The cultivation of the two of them is too low, and it is as easy as crushing an ant to be crushed by the great power in the out-of-body stage. If they rush over, they will only give away their heads, so it is better to stay behind and cheer for the boss.

Mo Yuan stood still five steps away from Chen Wankong, raised his eyelids, and said expressionlessly, "Chen Wankong?"

The corners of Chen Wankong's eyes twitched. Since he stepped out of his body, very few people have dared to reveal his name to his face.

The person in front of him looks young, who is he, the most important thing is that he feels an aura from the other person that makes him dread.

"May I ask your honorable name?"

The fear in his heart made Chen Wankong not to do it directly, but to start probing with words.

The corner of Mo Yuan's lips twitched, "If you want to fight, you can fight, if you don't fight, just pass by."

Duan Lang saw that Mo Yuan tolerated Chen Wankong so much, and asked Su Mei who was beside him speechlessly, "Is Junior Brother weary of the world?"

Su Mei asked suspiciously, "World-weary? What is that?"

Duan Lang explained: "I just don't want to live anymore, I'm tired of living, and I want to die."

Su Mei's winking eyes were like silk, and she cast a sideways glance at Duan Lang, "I used to be a handsome young man with a serious temper, so you are so naughty?"

Duan Lang: "..."

Blame my acting skills for being too good, for perfectly interpreting the original host?

Chen Wankong on the other end was furious when he heard Mo Yuan's words, "Hi, since that's the case, don't blame me for being merciless."

After he finished speaking, he threw a small clock into the air, and the bronze bell became bigger and bigger in mid-air.At the same time, he no longer hides his aura, and the coercion belonging to the out-of-body period wraps around the bronze bell, and presses towards Mo Yuan like a Mount Tai pressing down on the top.

In an instant, the situation changed.

The originally clear sky turned into pitch black, with strong winds.

Duan Lang was almost suffocated by this powerful coercion, and his knees kept weakening.He summoned the Xingling Sword, and was about to support himself, but was pulled back by Su Mei who was beside him.

Su Mei was already kneeling on the ground, her hibiscus-like face turned pale.Seeing Duan Lang draw his sword, she said anxiously, "Little Junlang, are you stupid? Chen Wankong

It's the out-of-body period, even if you want to go up to help the Venerable, you have to check your own strength. "

Duan Lang: "..."

You may not believe it, but I just have weak legs and want to support myself with a sword.

It was not easy to explain, he put away the sword tremblingly, sat down on the ground, and looked up at the field.

Mo Yuan is like a dark and black sword, his back is straight, his handsome face is indifferent, as if the coercion of the out-of-body period is an insignificant breeze to him.

When the clock flew above his head, he raised his eyelids slightly, and a wide black sword flew from his palm, flying towards the clock above his head with a trace of black air.Chen Wankong sneered, "You really are a demon cultivator!"

He had long doubted Mo Yuan's identity, so it was not surprising.

Mo Yuan raised his eyes coldly, and the clothes on his body changed back into a black robe, which was blown away by the strong wind.A trace of devilish energy lingered around him, causing him to exude

A cold and terrifying atmosphere.

The faces of the onlookers changed drastically, and even the eyes they stared at Duan Lang and Su Mei became extremely unkind.

With a loud bang, the black sword hit the bronze bell.

The black sword turned into nothing and scattered with the wind.After the copper bell made a crisp sound, it fell to the ground with a bang, and the originally clean and smooth surface was covered with

Full of cracks.

Chen Wankong's face turned gloomy, he grasped and held the bronze bell with his fingers, and said in a cold tone: "I wanted to spare your life, since you are a demon cultivator,

Don't blame the old man for being rude. "

After he finished speaking, he threw out another thing.

It was a finely carved jade pagoda, only as big as an adult's palm, small and delicate, and exuding a strong spiritual energy all over it.As soon as it appeared, even the air became fresh.

Mo Yuan narrowed his eyes, "Qingling Pagoda?"

Chen Wankong sneered, "You know what to do. This old man is specially used to deal with you, a demon cultivator."

After learning that one of Mo Yuan's three people was a demon cultivator, he specially found out the Qingling Pagoda that could suppress the demon cultivator, just in case

one.Unexpectedly, it really came in handy.

Right now, he was worried that the patriarch in the out-of-body period would not sound good by killing people for a mysterious clear water, but now he has a reason, after all, everyone can be punished by the demon cultivators.

When he kills the person in front of him and gets the Xuanling Clear Water, his Yuan'er will definitely be able to make a rapid progress and step into the fairyland.

Once Chen Wankong's coercion subsided, Duan Lang and Su Mei also had a space to breathe.

Duan Lang pulled Su Mei up, leaned her on his shoulder, took out another panacea for her, and asked, "What is the Qingling Pagoda?"

Su Mei swallowed the elixir, staring at Chen Wankong with doubts flashing in her eyes, she explained to Duan Lang: "The Qingling Pagoda is specially designed to restrain demon cultivators, Your Majesty may be in big/trouble this time."

Duan Lang's eyelids twitched, "Can't he deal with Chen Wankong?"

Mo Yuan has always given him the feeling that he is very powerful, giving him the illusion that Mo Yuan is number one in the world.Hearing Su Mei's words, a faint worry rose in his heart.

wrong!

What is he worried about that dog doing?Isn't it just right that he died, or was seriously injured?In this way, not only can he roam freely in the world of fairy tales, but he can also marry a bunch of harem like a stallion hero, and reach the pinnacle of his life from then on.

But... Although the dog thing is bad, it is not a sin to die. It seems a bit unjust to be finished like this.

Before Duan Lang could figure out whether he wanted Mo Yuan to die in his heart, Chen Wankong on the other side had already started to move.

He mobilized his spiritual power and gently threw the Qingling Pagoda into the air.

The Qingling Pagoda did not grow as big as the bronze bell just now, it was still a small one, but after being stimulated by Chen Wankong's spiritual power, it suddenly burst out a circle of dazzling white light, like the sun, hitting the ink Yuan took a picture of the past.

Then Duan Lang saw that Mo Yuan's protective barrier was like ignited plastic, emitting layers of black smoke and bursting apart.

He involuntarily widened his eyes, and instantly understood where Su Mei's worry came from.

Because this thing is so powerful, it looks like it has no power, but it breaks Mo Yuan's protective barrier with ease.

Chen Wankong's tone couldn't hide his complacency, "The Qingling Pagoda is meant to restrain you, don't try to resist any more, I'm willing to show mercy and leave you with a whole body."

Mo Yuan glanced coldly at the complacent Chen Wankong, and with a movement of his fingertips, layers of black smoke burst out from his palm, rushing up towards the Qingling Pagoda frantically.

"Overestimating one's abilities." Chen Wankong sneered, pouring all his spiritual power into the Qingling Pagoda.

The Qingling Pagoda began to rotate crazily, and the light emitted became brighter and brighter, and even turned into a huge ball of light, piercing people's eyes.

The protective barriers on Mo Yuan's body cracked layer by layer, and he simply didn't hold on anymore, allowing the dazzling and blazing light to fall on him, burning holes in his ink cannons.

Duan Lang even smelled the disgusting smell of roasted human flesh.There was a churn in his stomach, and he couldn't help but stare at Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan didn't seem to feel any pain, he didn't raise his brows, he just focused on mobilizing his demon energy, his thin lips were drawn into a straight line, his face was as white as paper, and cold sweat oozes from the corner of his forehead.

It's just... like it hurts a lot.

The smile on Chen Wankong's face was wider, and he laughed loudly: "Since you are obsessed with your obsession, then don't blame me for being rude."

Without even thinking about it, Duan Lang threw the Xingling Sword in the air, said it, and directed it to stab at the Qingling Pagoda.

despair--

With a very light crisp sound, the rotating Qingling Pagoda paused, and the light instantly weakened.

Chen Wankong turned pale with shock, he didn't have time to clean up Duan Lang, and hurriedly mobilized his spiritual power, wanting to continue to control the Qingling Pagoda, but it was already too late.

The devilish energy belonging to Mo Yuan took advantage of this momentary gap and sneaked into the Qingling Pagoda like a swimming snake.

The original white jade pagoda was like clear water dripped with ink, and the whole body was immediately filled with black air, and the piercing white light became dimmer and dimmer, and finally fell precariously from midair to the ground.

Chen Wankong spat out a mouthful of blood with a wow, clutched his chest, and took a few steps back, his face turning pale.

Only now did Mo Yuan have time to look at Duan Lang, Mo Yuan's eyes were like the deep sea, filled with complicated emotions.

Duan Lang didn't realize what he was doing just now, and when he realized it, his intestines were almost remorseful.

Seeing Mo Yuan looking at him, he snorted coldly, "Sorry, my hand slipped."

Mo Yuan's cold eyes flashed, and his tone was unclear, "It's time for senior brother to be slippery."

Duan Lang: "..."

He must have been overwhelmed with water in his head. With such a good opportunity just now, why didn't he put the sword through the dog's back vest, but hit the Qingling Pagoda instead.

Chen Wankong knew that the general situation was over and he would never have another chance to deal with Mo Yuan, but he was really unwilling to give up like this.

It is difficult for a monk to have children, and Yuan'er is his only son.But his aptitude is too poor, even if he used countless panaceas, his cultivation could only reach the foundation establishment stage, and in a hundred years, he would die.

It's not easy to wait for the opportunity of Xuanling and Clear Water, but it was snatched away by this demon cultivator who appeared out of nowhere, how could he be reconciled.

It's all the fault of the sword cultivator who got in the way, if it wasn't for him, he wouldn't have lost a piece of credit.He's going to make him pay.

A glint of ruthlessness flashed in Chen Wankong's eyes, and his divine sense crushed Duan Lang fiercely.

A bad premonition suddenly rose in Duan Lang's heart, and before he could react, there was a sharp pain like a needle prick in his mind.With a scream, he covered his head and rolled to the ground, his handsome face twisted into a ball in pain.

Su Mei turned pale with shock, "Duan Lang!"

Mo Yuan's face changed slightly, and he flew in front of Chen Wankong, slashing at him with his palm.

Not only did Chen Wankong not avoid it, but he put his chest in front of him, looked at his stunned look, and said with a grin: "Die, monster."