Way of Immortal Sovereign

Rumble!

Mo Dao's speed was so fast, it was like a black lightning, and he rushed to the top of the mountain in an instant, with a black light in his hand, and a long spear surrounded by gods emerged, as if it could shake the sky and move towards Mo Beixuan It crashed.

Mere natives, die for me!

Mo Dao drank coldly, his black hole-like eyes filled with murderous aura, and his whole body burst into a radiant light, and the looming mystery emerged like stars twinkling, densely entangled around his body.

Son of Outer Territory, it's really good!

Feeling the overwhelming terrifying power above, Mo Beixuan's face showed a fanatical fighting spirit, and he directly raised his knife to block while laughing loudly. The exaggeratedly large blood-colored long knife in his hand burst into a dazzling blood, and the sharp and terrifying knife The air soared into the sky, as if it could split the world, and its power was extremely terrifying.

Clang!

Between the lightning and the flint, a shocking sound of gold and iron resounded in the void, like two stars colliding together, or like two immortal soldiers fighting, stirring up a majestic, fierce and violent aftermath of power, making the The sky and the earth trembled, and the surrounding void continued to tear like paper paste, and the scene was extremely terrifying.

Rumble!

As the aftermath of this force spread, the peak of the mountain where Mo Beixuan stood collapsed in an instant, the rocks rolled down, and the dust was flying. He stood proudly in the void like this, bursting out with a radiant glow in the roar, There seemed to be a small sun burning in his body, and the mighty power rose and exploded, making the bloody giant knife in his hand glaring like a blood moon, and directly knocked back Mo Dao's black spear.

A Taoist soldier made of void black gold? No, it should be regarded as the treasure of happiness.

With a hard blow, although Mo Beixuan shocked Mo Dao back, the blood in his body also surged, and a dignified look appeared on his face, and his fighting spirit became even more fanatical.

The Son of God is worthy of being the Son of God. Even though he has survived since ancient times, Mo Beixuan, who is the direct descendant of the Holy King, dare not underestimate him in the slightest.

Hmph, it's a bit of a weight to be able to block my blow, but that's all!

In the void, Mo Dao opened his mouth in a cold voice, and his figure rushed out again, bursts of terrifying power storms rose in his body, which was even more terrifying than before.

Well done!

The fighting spirit on Mo Beixuan's face became more and more frenzied, the sole of his foot stepped heavily into the void, the black cloth that bound his eyes fluttered behind his neck, and he met Mo Dao without flinching.

Rumble!

clang clang!

Chi la!

bang bang!

...

In an instant, the void completely boiled, and brilliant and bright magical powers erupted one after another, the endless power of the void and the sword, the physical strength, and the competition of body skills made the field like countless thunderbolts erupting together. , the scene is extremely terrifying.

Mo Beixuan is indeed not weak. At this moment, his whole body is full of divine light, and he is constantly charging like a small sun. The exaggeratedly large sword in his hand is more like a blood moon across the sky. Mo Dao was once at a disadvantage.

How can a mere native compete with the Son of God and die for me!

Mo Dao laughed wildly, and mysterious and terrifying runes appeared in his eyes like black holes, causing dense void cracks to appear in the surrounding nothingness, and the fierce and terrifying power of space erupted, causing injuries to Mo Beixuan's body in an instant, one after another, as if he had been killed by a god. From the gap cut by the sword, glaring red blood flowed out.

The power of the void, is this the innate supernatural power of your void mephit clan?

Mo Beixuan licked his lips, his face became more dignified, but he was not afraid, and his fighting spirit became more and more fanatical. In the roar of anger, divine rings erupted and spread from his body, like a divine rainbow surrounding his body, which made it even more frightening. The surrounding hundreds of feet of void trembled, and instantly froze as if frozen.

This scene was extremely strange. As the runes in Mo Dao's eyes flickered, the nothingness of the world in this area continued to tear out cracks like cloth, bursting out bursts of fierce and terrifying void power, and the void was torn without warning. It's impossible to defend against, even the physique of the Xiaoyaojing may not be able to withstand it.

Mastering the power of void space is the innate supernatural power of the Void Mephit Clan. Ye Hao suffered a lot because of this in Mo Yuan's hands. If he hadn't possessed the Spring and Autumn Eyes to break through emptiness, he might not be able to deal with such killing moves at all.

In particular, Mo Dao's strength and realm are far superior to Mo Yuan's. Using the innate supernatural powers of this family, the power is not comparable to that of Mo Yuan. Originally, Ye Hao was still a little worried in his heart, but who would have thought that he would follow Mo Beixuan? Mysterious and bright divine rings emerged in the body, and the surrounding hundred-foot void undulated like water waves, and the extremely unstable space solidified in an instant. No matter how the runes in Mo Dao's eyes flickered and exploded, they couldn't be torn apart in the hundred-foot void. Crack a little void crack.

The absolute domain of the Holy King Sect?!

Staring at the mysterious divine rings surrounding Mo Beixuan's body, Ye Hao's eyes suddenly narrowed, and shock and horror appeared on his face.

The ancient Saint King Sect once produced saints, and it was also one of the most immortal orthodoxy standing in the world at that time, but in the end it failed to survive the mysterious upheaval that swept through the ancient times, and was completely annihilated in the years.

Of course, although the Sacred King Sect was destroyed, the illustrious reputation of the Sect has been handed down to this day, especially the Absolute Domain of the Sect’s supreme secret technique, which is even more impressive and powerful. It is unknown how many strong people in the world want to obtain this technique , but with the destruction of the Sacred King Sect, all the inheritance of the Sect has been cut off, naturally including this supreme secret technique.

Ye Hao has only heard about the Absolute Domain, and he doesn't know much about it. He only knows that if the supreme secret technique of the Holy King Sect is cultivated to the peak, with one mind, it can cover a radius of thousands of miles, and all living beings within this range , as long as there is not too much difference in realm, they will definitely not escape the fate of being suppressed.

The so-called absolute comes from this.

Ye Hao did not expect that the absolute domain of the Holy King Sect could still reappear in the world after millions of years have passed since ancient times. However, looking at the divine ring that covers a hundred feet in a radius of Beixuan, it is obvious that it is the most powerful for the Sacred King Sect. The secret technique has not yet been cultivated to great success.

Of course, although he has not achieved great success, with the terrifying power of the absolute domain, he is completely able to deal with Mo Dao's innate supernatural power.

Hmph, without supernatural powers, it won't take much for me to kill you!

Seeing the divine ring surrounding Mo Beixuan's body, horror appeared in Mo Dao's eyes, and the murderous intent on his face became more intense immediately. In the explosion of mighty coercion, he rushed directly into the absolute domain, and the black spear in his hand A fierce and monstrous air broke out, and suddenly stabbed at Mo Beixuan.

If you're not strong enough, I wouldn't even bother to come to you! Come!

Mo Beixuan laughed wildly, and rushed out again without dodging or evading. The exaggeratedly large sword in his hand was like a blood moon across the sky, erupting into a scalp-numbing sharp blade.

Rumble!

Clang!