Not to mention how Chen Dao, who had surrendered to Ma Xingkong and others, looked back on Mo Tian and Liu Sheng Shenzong..././

A third-level insect-shaped beast was very unfortunate, very unfortunate. It stayed between Mo Tian and the God of Yasuo Sect without death, so it died, and it died without any struggle.

Horrible...

In the sky, a ball of dark dark fire and green demon flame flashed in the sky. When the two collided gently, the oxygen in the ten miles was instantly consumed, forming a vacuum belt similar to the universe. No creature that does not have the ability to escape this area in a short time cannot escape the threat of death.

Although Mo Tian and Liu Sheng Shenzong, who caused this situation, had the ability to leave this area in a short time, they did not make any moves.

Because they have almost no oxygen to survive now, ordinary energy flows and runs to meet the body's needs, so why do they need low-level oxidation to release energy?

"Okay, okay! The Yougui Sect is worthy of being one of the nine major cultivation sects in China. Your third-level peak can actually contain such a powerful and weird Nether Fire, and can even threaten the fourth-level strongman. I guess it is a secret technique or innate talisman. What a pity, a mere third-level peak, even if it is strong in explosive power, how many times can it block me?"

The body of the God of Liusheng was suspended in the air, his eyes were cold and indifferent. Looking at Mo Tian's expression, it was like a human being looking at an ant, constantly analyzing the situation of the two people on his mouth to attack Mo Tian's confidence and kill him with one blow.

He is not an idiot. Although he has to suppress Mo Tian in terms of level, the Liusheng Shenzong can see from Mo Tian's hand that Mo Tian has also begun to integrate space fragments into his body. He can be regarded as a super strong man of the fourth level half step. He has no confidence to take Mo Tian without paying any price, so he adopted the long-standing "mouth battle" to destroy Mo Tian and achieve the greatest result at the lowest price.

"You are just a fourth-level first-step powerhouse in the Sumeru Mustard Realm, and there are at least forty of the nine major sects in China that are better than you. Not to mention anything else, there are four strong men in my Yougui Sect who can destroy you without any effort. Do you believe it?" Mo Tian wore a black robe and whispered in the strong wind. He was very much like an ancient debater. He sacrificed his background to make the other party throw a rat and be afraid of it and have some concerns. As long as the other party has hesitation in his heart, he may escape from the heavens.

"Of course I believe it, but in order to protect the earth, those old guys have all their extremely spatial abilities locked onto the 'on'. Now they are all useless people with only realm and no strength. Even at the peak of the fourth level and without strength, what can they do if they have no strength?"

Although Yansheng Shenzong was contemptuous in his words, his mind was always on Mo Tian without any slackness.

"If you are really that powerful, go and fight with Long Changfeng and Li Junhao alone! What's the ability to bully me at the third level?" He couldn't show his background, and Mo Tian immediately changed his strategy, trying to use aggressive means to make a flaw in the other party's heart and give him a chance to escape.

"I can't beat them. But I can beat you." The God of Yagyu Sect's expression was indifferent, and he looked at the sky above, as if no one could be seen by him now. Moreover, his bullying words were not hesitant or ashamed, as if he was narrating the principles of heaven.

"Don't roll your eyes, it looks like a low-spirited person..."

Seeing the other party's expression and hearing the other party's response, Mo Tian understood. Anyone who can cultivate to the fourth level is a god-like figure, and everyone is a genius with strong minds and extraordinary luck. Although he has rich combat experience and strong minds, he is not an opponent of an old monster like the God of Yagyu who has been hiding for hundreds of years. So as soon as he said this, he used secret techniques to stimulate the essence, blood and true energy, and in the shortest time, he erupted his most powerful killer move.

"Netheric flame!"

A gray rune like a phantom burst out from his dantian and instantly turned into a black flame sphere, shooting towards the direction of the Yagyu God Sect.

This black flame sphere is not huge, it is only the size of an ordinary football, but it emits infinite black light. Anyone who lacks cultivation will inadvertently sweep over with his eyes, which will feel like his eyes are being blinded.

Although this black flame emits infinite strange light, it does not have any heat, almost the same temperature as the surrounding environment. However, the breath emitted from above draws out the life force in the surrounding earth and sky, turning it into a pure netherworld aura, enhancing the power of the flame.

"Mid-grade innate talisman? This priceless treasure is in your hands and cannot exert its power at all. It's too wasteful. Jade Poison Flame Palm! Take it!"

The God of Yayoi stretched out a pair of palms like topaz, crushed and pressed the void.

Swish!

A pair of green magic flame palms appeared out of thin air, wrapping the black fireball in it, flying quickly on it like a silkworm peeling off a cocoon.

If Netherworld Extreme Flame is the hell fire that devours all objects' essence and energy for one's own use, then the green magic flame palm is the peerless poisonous flame that poisons the people.

Although the dark sun-like Netherworld Extreme Flame is extremely powerful, constantly extracting vitality from the surroundings into dark energy to eliminate the power of the Jade Poison Flame Palm, the master level of the two is too different. Under the repeated rubbing and crushing of the Poison Flame Palm, the black sun disappears at an extremely fast speed, almost revealing the body of the innate talisman.

"Ghost Festival!"

A broken sound came from Mo Tian's body, and a terrifying ghost energy penetrated into the black flame. The black sun that was about to disappear seemed to be injected with a heart-enhancing agent, and it was rejuvenated again, and it resisted for a moment.

"It is said that the core figures of the Ghost Sect have all cultivated the Nine Ghost Embryos, and have cultivated the Nine Ghosts' transport method to the peak. They can even transport a world as a sword and shield weapon. Their power is extremely powerful at the peak of the fourth level. This kid self-destructs his ghost elixir. As long as all nine ghost elixirs are paid tribute, he will be dead!"

Although Ghost Sacrifice Xian is powerful, it only has explosive power. If you can't break the Jade Poison Flame Palm with just one blow, you will not be able to escape the end of being wiped out to death.

"Ghost Festival! Breaking again!"

Boom boom boom boom boom...

In the next few minutes, nine shocking sounds broke out in Mo Tian's body, which also means that all his Nine Ghost Baby Body was shattered, and he would have almost no way to condense the Nascent Soul with the regular secret technique of the Ghost Sect and enter the fourth level.

Moreover, the Netherworld Extreme Flame quickly disappeared under the palm of the green demon flame, and was about to be completely eliminated.

"I'm going to die? I wonder if that old man Mo Qing knew that I was dead, would he be sad?"

"If I hadn't held on and held my feelings back then, I'm already level 4, right? But... there is no regret medicine in the world."

In the moment of life and death, Mo Tian's life memories appeared one by one in his mind. A clear light flashed in his eyes, and his will actually breaks through to a new level.

However, the breakthrough of will is the will, and it has little effect on improving combat power. Even if he immediately breaks through to the fourth level of his current realm, it will take several years of hard practice to get his kung fu up and he will still be beaten to death by the opponent.

"Hehehehehehehehehe... die!"

He captured the Black Ridge and seized the Netherworld Extreme Flame Rune. The God of Yansheng was relieved and waved his hand and wanted to kill Mo Tian directly.

But the next moment, a creepy feeling suddenly appeared in his heart.

Because, a young man wearing a mysterious golden robe and a gentle and jade-like breath stood in front of Mo Tian. The young man was full of heaven, and his whole body was shining with a sparkling brilliance. His temperament was somewhat different from that of humans, but rather a bit similar to that of the legendary gods.

"Who are you?"

The old man from the Divine Sect of Yagyu was very cunning and his mind was extremely tenacious. Although he asked this, his movements did not change at all and were still cruel. He was slashed down by the air, and the green flames condensed into a samurai sword, slashing through the sky and descending on Ma Xingkong's head, as if the sky was deeply poisoned and was about to cry.

Yansheng Shenzong was very confident that under his own actions, even an old monster with a hundred years of skill greater than him would be forced to exert all his strength.

But the young man in a black gold robe just relaxed his ape's arms and printed his palm towards the green poisonous flame.

Seeing his actions, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of Yayoi Shenzong's mouth.

"Hehe... This guy is too arrogant. Think he is Long Changfeng or Li Junhao? He is dead!"

But the next moment, the eyes of the God of Yagyu Sect almost popped out of his eye sockets. Because the young man in the black-gold robe just reached out and sucked the green flame into his body, and it was like a glutton who had eaten a delicious dish, with a hint of joy at the corner of his eyes.

"It's impolite to come but not go. I only use one move. If you resist, even if I lose."

The young man wearing a mysterious golden robe opened his lips and teeth lightly, and every word echoed in the world, as if the law of heaven was forgiven. No one would doubt the truth of this statement.

The person who cannot see through is the most terrifying person.

Facing this young man wearing a mysterious golden robe, Yagyu Shenzong suddenly felt the pressure doubled, and his whole spiritual temperament continued to rise under the pressure, and he wanted to take the opportunity to break through.

When the aura of the Yagyu God Sect reached its peak, he spoke: "Let's take action!"

Puff!

The moment he finished speaking, the light in his eyes instantly dissipated, and he died in anger!

Although there was no injury from the outside, a gun rod as thick as a toothpick appeared on the Nascent Soul in the lower abdomen of the lower abdomen of the God of Yasuo Sect. The gun rod directly shattered the Nascent Soul's eyebrows.

The Nascent Soul condenses the essence of the fourth-level strongman, which is the gathering of spiritual will and the essence of flesh and blood, and is the strongest and weakest place. The Nascent Soul was destroyed, and even if the Yasuo Shenzong was a fourth-level strongman, he died in an instant.

After sighing a long sigh, Mo Tiancai said slowly: "Brother Ma, long time no see." (Your support on this site.com is my greatest motivation.)
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