Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

Mo Yuan knew something was wrong, but it was already too late.

His palm was pressed against Chen Wankong's chest, and he immediately felt a burning sensation, and in an instant, the devilish energy in his palm disappeared into nothingness.

At the same time, a familiar white light came out from Chen Wankong's clothes and enveloped him.

There was a touch of madness on Chen Wankong's thin face, and his smile was particularly ferocious, "You think I can do nothing about you if you pollute the Qingling Pagoda? Dreaming! Give me the mysterious clear water."

The Qingling Pagoda is specially used to restrain demonic cultivators. Even if it is polluted, it can still exert its effect after being stimulated with spiritual power, but it needs to be touched.Taking advantage of Mo Yuan's inattention, he took the Qingling Pagoda back just now, and was worrying about how to let Mo Yuan meet him, but unexpectedly, he took the initiative to send it to the door.The Qingling Pagoda was polluted, and the light emitted was limited, but it still caused damage to Mo Yuan.

His already pale face became even paler, and his thinned lips lost their color.

He raised his eyelids and looked at Chen Wankong coldly. With the palm of his left hand up, he held the sharp dagger that appeared out of thin air, and slashed at his right hand without hesitation.

Blood spurted out suddenly, and the pale palm fell off from the wrist. After falling to the ground, it bounced twice and then stopped.

Chen Wankong's expression changed sharply, and he hurriedly backed away, but it was too late, the dagger held by Mo Yuan pierced his abdomen with the force of thunder, and the severe pain spread with a slight chill.

Mo Yuan slowly raised his eyes, his face was as cold as a millennium ice, "If you want profound spirit and clear water, it depends on your ability."

Chen Wankong roared angrily, and slashed at Mo Yuan fiercely with his palm, "You yellow-mouthed boy, you dare to humiliate the old man like this, you will die."

He was so angry that he didn't leave any room for his palm strength, and he poured out all his strength like an overwhelming mountain.

The onlookers were all shocked by this terrifying power, their faces turned pale, and they lay prone on the ground trembling, some with low cultivation bases, even fainted to death.

Duan Lang was also having a hard time, his consciousness was stabbed by Chen Wankong, and he couldn't even support the body barrier, so he had to rely on Su Mei to protect him.But the fury of thunder in the out-of-body stage is something that the two of them at the Jindan stage can resist, so they all look pale, and blood even overflowed from the corners of their mouths.

The only thing that hasn't changed in this match is Mo Yuan.

He straightened his back, stared coldly at the angry Chen Kongwan, and sneered at the corner of his mouth.

Duan Lang felt that Mo Yuan might really be suffering from depression and world-weariness, and the strength of his palm had been swung in front of him, and he didn't even blink his eyelids, probably because he really wanted to die.

If he had known that this bitch didn't want to live, he wouldn't have used his sword to help him just now.If you die a little earlier, you may be able to have a good pregnancy earlier.

Chen Wankong was different from Duan Lang's imagination, he thought that Mo Yuan was frightened by his coercion, so he was powerless to resist, a flash of madness could not help but flash in his cloudy eyes.

The damn Moxiu dared to hurt him, he must smash his body into thousands of pieces, let him taste the taste of life and death.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a strange feeling, subconsciously lowered his head, and all the blood on his face suddenly disappeared.

I saw black air emanating from the place where he was injured just now, as if he was alive, he began to crazily drill towards his spiritual platform, and there was a heart-piercing pain from the Nascent Soul.

And the palm he swung, not only did not fall on Mo Yuan's body, but was reversed and smashed back into his body heavily.

His chest hurt, and he spat out another mouthful of blood, looking at Mo Yuan with unpredictable eyes.

Now, how can he not understand that he is not Mo Yuan's opponent at all, and he is filled with hatred and anger.

"Okay, okay! I have written down this account, and I will repay today's humiliation in the future."

After beating this sentence, Chen Wankong seemed to run away, and left the stage in embarrassment.

Mo Yuan didn't catch up, but used his devilish energy to urge him to find a new right hand, then walked up to Duan Lang, looked down at him, "Is senior brother dead? Let's go if you're not dead. "

Duan Lang: "..."

I will only help you if I am really sick.

Seeing that Mo Yuan was safe and sound, Su Mei let out a long breath, her hibiscus-like cheeks carried the panic of the rest of her life, "Your Majesty, are you alright?"

Mo Yuan raised his eyes and glanced at her, but didn't answer, but with a movement of his fingertips, he threw out the flying magic weapon, "Let's go."

Seeing this, Su Mei couldn't help but a look of worry flashed across her brows. She supported Duan Lang, quickly got on the flying magic weapon, and left the place with Mo Yuan.

After they left, the two monks with long swords looked at the direction in which the three of them left, with puzzled expressions on their faces.

"That's Brother Duan, right? Why did he get mixed up with Moxiu?"

"It must be those two demon cultivators who hijacked the senior brother. Let's go back to the sect and rescue the senior brother."

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Duan Lang didn't know that someone had recognized him. After getting on the flying magic weapon, he sat cross-legged, weak and struggling to breathe, and the pain in his head made him feel sick.

Su Mei looked at his weak appearance, worried for a while, "Duan Lang, are you okay?"

Duan Lang really wanted to say no, but he caught a glimpse of Mo Yuan who was expressionless, and swallowed his words back, "I'm fine."

He had the memory of the original owner, so he knew that this was the case when his consciousness was injured. Fortunately, Mo Yuan shot in time, otherwise Chen Wankong would use his consciousness to crush him for a while, and he would very likely become a fool.

Mo Yuan has been closing his eyes to rest his mind since he got the flying magic weapon, but at this moment he suddenly opened his eyes and said to Su Mei: "You come for me. Don't go back to the Demon Realm, go to

Beimang Mountains. "

The Beimang Mountain Range stretches for thousands of miles, and there are countless monsters living in it. It is a place where monks like to practice.But it is only limited to the periphery, because further inside, there are many high-level monsters, the kind that can't even beat the out-of-body stage.

The worry on Su Mei's eyebrows became heavier, and she temporarily took over the control of the flying magic weapon from Mo Yuan, and directed it to fly to the Beiman Mountain Range.

Duan Lang asked strangely: "What are you doing there?"

Mo Yuan glanced at him coldly, but didn't speak.

Duan Lang: "..."

Why doesn't this bastard answer back? Silence is gold every day. Is there gold on the ground that can be picked up?Does he know how to guess his mind every day? He is really tired.

He was complaining frantically in his heart, when suddenly, he saw a change in Mo Yuan's body.

His tall body shrank into round, chubby hands and feet in an instant, his handsome and thin face turned into a steamed bun face full of collagen, his eyes were watery like grapes, and his small mouth was bright red.

He sat in the black robe that almost surrounded him, looking at Duan Lang with a gloomy expression.

So... so cute.

Duan Lang couldn't help but rubbed his eyes, and rubbed his eyes again, suspecting that he was wrong, "Am I crazy, or the world is crazy, why did I see Mogou turned into a child?"

The child in front of him had a cold expression, and stared fiercely at Duan Lang with big watery eyes, "What did you call me? Call me again."

He tried his best to make his tone sound sinister, but because his cheeks were white and tender, and his voice was soft and waxy, there was no threat at all, but it only made people feel cute.

Su Mei noticed something strange, she turned her head abruptly, and when she saw Mo Yuan's appearance, she was startled, "My lord, why did you become like this?"

Mo Yuan's face darkened, "Don't talk nonsense, fly quickly."

Although the damned Qingling Pagoda was almost destroyed by him, it also consumed a lot of his magic energy. The counterattack against Chen Wankong just now was all he had left.

If Chen Wankong persists for a while longer, it is not certain who will lose at that time.

It is also because the magic energy is consumed too much and there is no way to maintain the adult form, so it becomes a child.

Duan Lang finally believed that what he saw before him was not a dream, and that this six or seven-year-old child was really Mo Yuan.Although he really wanted to control it, the corners of his mouth still raised involuntarily, and his tone couldn't hide his schadenfreude.

"Junior brother, are you okay? How did you become like this? But you are much more likable than before."

Mo Yuan stretched out his palm, wanting to slap Duan Lang, but he dodged it deftly, his teeth were clenched, "Shut your mouth, don't think I can't deal with you."

Duan Lang looked at his round and cute bun face, couldn't help it, poked his cheek quickly, feeling the soft touch, he was overjoyed, "Then please don't be polite, junior brother. "

He didn't believe that he couldn't deal with a big Mo Yuan, and he couldn't deal with a small bun.

Mo Yuan was stunned for a moment by Duan Lang's poke, and then a surge of anger burned in his heart, his fair and tender face was flushed red, "Presumptuous!"

He is a majestic demon, above ten thousand people, what does this person think of him, dare to poke him with his finger, he is impatient.

Duan Lang couldn't control his moaning hand, and wanted to poke him again, but held back forcefully, and apologized without sincerity, "I'm sorry, my hand slipped."

Mo Yuan: "..."

Xiao Hei had been pressed by Duan Lang before, and hid in his arms, but now he also popped his head up, with his small body upright, looking at Mo Yuan curiously and ignorantly.

It turns out that the big master, like it, can become bigger or smaller at will.

Will he like the fruit given by the second master as much as it does?

Thinking in this way, it asked Duan Lang to beg for a spiritual fruit, then bit it with its teeth, and brought it to Mo Yuan.The little head is tilted, and it is cute and cute.

Seeing that he didn't pick it up, he even gave the spirit fruit to him.

Mo Yuan was so angry that he almost fainted, and slapped Xiao Hei away.He wanted to stand up, but his feet were caught by the too long robe, and he almost fell down. His little face turned blue and red with embarrassment.

Duan Lang burst into laughter very bluntly, "Junior brother, do you want me to help you?"

With great difficulty, Mo Yuan stabilized his body. With a movement of his fingers, he shrunk the too long ink robe to a suitable size, and said to Su Mei in a cold voice, "Su Mei, kill him for me."

Duan Lang brought Xiao Hei back, ignored Mo Yuan's murderous eyes, and snorted, "Junior brother, what are you doing? It was Xiao Hei who gave you the spiritual fruit, not me, why did you kill me?"

Su Mei looked at the two who suddenly became very naive, and felt that she had become a mother of two children in an instant, with her head getting bigger.

"My lord, Duan Lang, stop making trouble. Someone seems to be following from behind."

Mo Yuan's expression froze immediately, and with a movement of his fingers, the overlong black robe on his body shrunk, and his spiritual sense moved back.

In the mid-air not far from them, there were indeed a few Taoist cultivators who were not low in cultivation. I don't know if they were just passing by, or they wanted to take advantage of the fire.

If they took advantage of the fire to rob, I'm afraid that the three of them are not the opponents of those people now.

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