The Patriarch of the Nine Dragons

Before doing it, Mo Jiang had thought that if it weren't for the great chasm between the big steps, the power of this kid's ancestral veins and the mysterious power would not be able to raise a small realm.

From the semi-god realm, you want to break through to the real emperor level, with the natural pressure of heaven and earth rules. This can't be broken by some secret promotion methods, or the power of blood.

Even if Yun Xiao's real cultivation base is already in the state of a demigod, even in such a state at this moment, it is impossible to break the shackles with all his methods.

That is a natural barrier. No matter what you can do, you also need to break it with your own strength and perception. This is not only an accumulation of time, an accumulation of strength, but also a small amount of luck whether you are the proud child of the sky.

In the Liyuan realm, how many amazing talented geniuses are trapped in the realm of the Ninth-Rank Immortal Venerable, or even the Demigod Rank, cannot break through for the rest of their lives, and they have been working hard to break through to the level of the Emperor.

Therefore, after Mo Jiang sensed Yun Xiao's breath, although his heart was shocked, he was finally completely relieved. Yun Xiao, who was only a half-god realm limit, could not reach the point where he was helpless.

"Be obedient to death!"

This strange spirit powerhouse did seem to have a lot of words, and he heard him cry out again, but this time he did not hesitate at all. The black mist on the left and right ends was already rushing towards Yun Xiao.

The pitch black mist blocked all Yun Xiao's retreat. No matter which direction he escaped from, he could not escape the blockage of the black mist, and was eventually wrapped in the mist.

And even if Yun Xiao didn't move, the black mist was not static, it was like a cloud of demonic energy, and Yun Xiao was wrapped in it in a blink of an eye.

In the eyes of the people outside, Yun Xiao's trace has been lost at this moment. They can only see the mist that is still surging constantly, and the eyes are full of horror.

Because they all know that it must not be really ordinary fog, I am afraid that any immortal cultivator, as long as it is wrapped in fog and reappears, it will become a withered bone.

That human youth named Yunxiao, no matter how endless the means, after the cloud disappears, it will definitely end in this way. Today's enemies of Shifang City may be solved.

At this moment, the danger level of Yun Xiao undoubtedly far surpassed those geniuses from the top human forces, and there was not even much comparability between the two.

Fortunately, Yun Xiao was about to die. Under the means of the first-rank God Emperor Mojiang, a human kid who relied on secret methods to reach the half-god state, how much waves could he afford?

What no one saw was that in the depths of those black mists, a young man dressed in black was trembling, but it was not raged by the black mist, but was using one of the most powerful and weird methods.

"Nine Dragons Blood Spirit Slash!"

Hearing a low voice from Yun Xiao's mouth, his eyes had already become blood red, as if something was about to rush out of his body, but he was forcibly suppressed after all.

An inconspicuous blood-red knife finally emerged under Yun Xiao's exerting all his strength, quietly floating not far in front of him, and hidden in the endless black mist. Among.

And it is precisely because of the cover of these black mists that Motuo, the only one in Shifang City who has seen the blood slash of Nine Dragons, did not realize what was going to happen next.

It was the first time Yun Xiao performed the Nine Dragons Blood Spirit Slash when he was in the Palace of the Nine Dragons Canglong Emperor. He almost killed the foreign spirit emperor and earth spirit, and finally fell back to the holy. The state of the pinnacle.

It was also because of Yun Xiao's earth-shattering slash that De Motuo had an endless killing intent, because he discovered that that blood knife was a fatal threat to the spirit of the foreign spirit.

Even Medog had to admit that once Yun Xiao had grown to a certain level, he might be able to cut off his realm when he used the blood knife again, and ended up in the same fate as Earth Spirit.

It's a pity that Medog at that time was caught in the calculations of Yun Xiao and Shen Xingmou, and was finally hurt by the Spyglass. He could only temporarily give up his plan to kill Yun Xiao.

As a strong man in the Ten Thousand Demon Forest, the nobleman of Motuo forgets much, even if he was beaten so miserably by Yun Xiao today, he never remembered Yun Xiao's most powerful method for a while.

At that time, Medog wanted to kill Yunxiao, perhaps on a whim, but how could a human kid who has been messing around in the lower planes threaten him in a short time?

Of course, the black mist concealed by Mo Jiang was the culprit that Medog didn't know. Perhaps it was precisely because of this that Yun Xiao had such a chance.

If there is no cover, Yun Xiao performed the Nine Dragons Blood Spirit Slash outside, and when the blood red knife appeared, it might be remembered by Medog, and the details would be broken.

At that time, even if Mo Jiang didn't take Yun Xiao to his heart, he would be on guard. It would not be so easy for Yun Xiao to take this opportunity to obtain some chance to survive.

Nine Dragons Blood Spirit Slash is usually only one chance to perform such a sky-defying stunt, either to kill the enemy, or after appearing in front of people, it will never have unexpected effects.

Nine Dragons Blood Spirit Slash, a special magical skill itself, may not have much attack power on the human body, but it has a near-destructive effect on human souls, or the wisdom of foreign spirits.

This is the greatest source of Yun Xiao's confidence. He believes that as long as he unexpectedly sacrifices the Nine Dragons Blood Spirit Slash, even if he cannot slash Mo Jiang under the sword, he can win the greatest chance of survival for himself.

Now that there is a black mist shrouded in it, Yun Xiao is undoubtedly more confident in the effects of this extraordinary skill, and even a faint excitement, he may still receive some unexpected effects.

The previous Yunxiao had always been a little worried. After all, there was a Motuo who had seen the **** cut of Nine Dragons. If it was clear, the unexpected effect would be greatly reduced.

But now, Mo Jiang itself is very helpful, like a black fog tailored for Yunxiao. Although it is strongly corrosive, Yunxiao with the dragon tree spirit dragon is really the slightest. Won't care.

The blood-red color on the small knife became more and more intense, and it seemed to be turned into substance in the end. When the black mist touched the blood-red small knife, it would become a bit dim.

And when Yun Xiao's heart was moving, controlling the Nine Dragons Blood Spirit Slash, piercing through the heavy black fog, the black fog was more like ordinary people seeing a ghost, and panicked to avoid it.

"Is this a dying struggle?"

To say that the person who knows the situation between the black mist best, besides Yunxiao, is naturally only Mo Jiang, who felt it as early as the first time the blood-red knife was condensed.

It was just that Mo Jiang was extremely confident of his own strength, and there was no reminder of Motuo, so he just took this blood-red knife as a skill of Yun Xiao, perhaps this was the last struggle of the human youth in front of him.

After all, this is a powerhouse of the first-rank **** emperor. If the opponent used that wooden sword, Mo Jiang would still be a little bit jealous, but it seemed that it was just a blood-red knife made of veins. Threatened.

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Under the surging of the black mist, a blood-red light flashed quietly, and then it broke through the layers of black mist and appeared in the sight of all Shifang City repairers.

"This blood knife..."

Medog, who had avoided extremely far away, was a little dazed when he first saw the blood-red knife. It seemed that he had seen it somewhere, but it was a little fuzzy.

"Ah, I remember now, Nine-layer Dragon Heaven Canglong Emperor Palace...Oh, no!"

Even though a strong person like Medog had been seriously injured, his memory was naturally excellent. After only a moment, he already remembered why that blood-red knife was so familiar.

Once in the Canglong Emperor Palace of Nine Dragons, Yun Xiao was only a semi-immortal ant, but that blood knife left a very deep impression on Medog, and it was the real reason why he was so murderous. .

"Mo Jiang, be careful of that blood knife!"

The loud shout almost burst out from Motuo's mouth, resounding throughout the entire Shifang City, making all the strange spiritual practitioners onlookers look incredible.

Even the faces of some foreign spirits showed a touch of disdain, and the secret message that Medog might have scared the human youth, and any method the other party used made him feel a little bit angry.

Who is playing against Yunxiao? That was a dignified first-grade divine emperor, and it was also a first-grade divine emperor from Wanmolin.

If it's just a pulse technique, how could it be possible to care about the methods of a demigod human kid?

Everyone thought that it was just Yun Xiao's dying struggle. Except for the weird wooden sword, there was no way to really hurt the Mojiang of the first-grade emperor. This was an unbreakable truth.

"How can this guy's character become so bad?"

Mo Jiang naturally thought the same way. Hearing Medog's warning sound in his ears, he didn't take it to heart at all. Instead, he frowned slightly and gave birth to a strange disdain.

For some reason, Mo Jiang's strength could no longer be improved, and he could only become a protector of Motuo, but was he really willing? Are you really willing to be this guardian?

What no one knows is that deep in Mo Jiang's heart, there is a kind of unusual jealousy towards the promising talents of the heavens like Wan Mo Lin, but he does not dare to express it easily.

Today, it is undoubtedly that Mo Jiang sees the most unbearable side of Medog, which makes him very unbalanced.

Why is Medog with such a disposition more noble than himself? Isn't he like a dying dog waiting for his rescue?