Mo Yang questioned: "Did you come alone?"

The messenger of the Nether Bone asked, "Aren't you here alone?"

Mo Yang snorted coldly: "I smell bad. When I take you down, I will see if you say it."

With one step forward, thunder patterns appeared on Mo Yang's eyebrows, and lightning lights shot out.

The messenger of the Nether Bone said gloomyly: "If you do it, do it, do it. Do you think I'm afraid of you."

The unique skills of the Yougu Sect are extremely mysterious, but Mo Yang is not afraid at all, because the unique skills of the Tianlei Holy Sect are the nemesis of all evil forces.

As one of the three peerless geniuses of the Tianlei Holy Sect, Mo Yang is not the best one, nor is he as good as Cheng Lingyu, but in the same realm, he is not afraid of this envoy of the Nether Bone.

The two sides used all their means, one black and one white, and the yin and yang were in opposition. Yin evil and masculine power collided violently in the air, triggering a series of explosions.

The messenger of the Nether Bone cursed angrily, and used all his methods to fight Mo Yang to break the sky and the earth. All kinds of magical powers and fusions of formations and martial arts were used.

Mo Yang's face was serious. He has been working hard since he lost to Qianchuan last time. Who would have thought that this time he would not have the slightest advantage in fighting with the Envoy of the Bone.

"Mountain Thunder Seal."

Mo Yang's energy swallows mountains and rivers, and uses the latest magical powers and skills of the Mountain Thunder Seal, which is the innate magical power bred by a superb elixir. It can communicate the power of mountains and contains the divine thunder of the Five Mountains. Combined with his divine light of the thunder tribulation, it is amazingly powerful and enough to be one of the best in the same realm.

The ghost messenger's eyes changed slightly, and he roared and roared. He opened his mouth and spit out a black bone, turning into a black shield in the weather. The surface was shining with strange light of evil and evil, which could absorb the most yin and evil power between heaven and earth to enhance his own defense.

The mountain thunder seal in Moyang shook the mountains and rivers, and the whole earth was trembling. Divine thunders fell from the sky, and lightning bolts rose into the sky. Combined with the landing divine thunder, a wonderful offensive was formed with up and down attacks.

The black shield of the messenger of the Nether Bone is mysterious, and black souls appear, like a roar of a fierce ghost, making people feel unconscious.

The power of the yang meets the yin energy, and the two sides engage in the most intense confrontation, triggering a shocking explosion, accompanied by unwilling screams and roars.

The sword light flashed, and Mo Yang used the Flying Flower and Snow Moon Sword, and combined with the thunder tribulation divine light, hitting the black shield again and again, leaving sword marks on it, killing the messenger of the Nether Bone roared and defeated.

“Where to go.”

Mo Yang opened the original path, and the thunder pool behind him appeared. A rotating divine light of thunder tribulation stretched and shrank like lightning, turning into a giant dragon. With a bang, the void torn apart appeared above the messenger of the Demonic Bone.

The messenger of the Nether Bone roared to the sky, and a world phantom appeared behind him. A bone dragon broke out from the underworld and met the thunder dragon in the air.

The two sides collided fiercely and had a fierce confrontation. In the blink of an eye, the bone dragon finally broke. With the shrill scream of the Envoy of the Bone Messenger, he was hit by the divine light of the thunder tribulation. His black air was emitted from the black robe, revealing a rotten black bone, which looked a little scary.

Mo Yang waved his palm, and the divine thunder wrapped around the messenger of the ghost bones, constantly bombing and eroding the evil spirit on his body, causing him to wither quickly.

Mo Yang stepped on the head of the messenger of the Nether Bone, and his mouth roared and shook the sky, feeling very happy.

A black light flashed, and Xiao Hei suddenly appeared beside the messenger of the ghost bone. His slender tail hit the messenger of the ghost bone, instantly blew his lower body, and a dark bone flew out and was wrapped around by Xiao Hei's tail.

Seeing this, the messenger of the Nether Bone let out a shrill roar.

“No…no…”

Little black's tail turned and directly put the dark bone into his mouth and chewed it with relish.

Mo Yang looked at the scene in surprise and asked subconsciously: "What kind of bone is that?"

The messenger of the Netherworld roared in despair and did not speak.

"Say it or not?"

Mo Yang slashed down with a palm, and the divine thunder swayed, causing the secret bone messenger to roar.

"That...that...is a bone left by a saint."

Mo Yang was shocked and said, "Holy Bone?"

"No...it doesn't count...the holy bones, they should be the bones left by saints at the first level of the Holy Martial Arts."

Mo Yang felt relieved and looked around, and found that Cheng Lingyu was standing on a big tree hundreds of feet away, looking into the distance.

Xiao Hei walked around the Envoy's Envoy for a few times, waved his tail gently, pierced through the Envoy's Envoy's Envoy's Envoy's Envoy's Envoy's Envoy's Envoy's Envoy's Envoy's Envoy's Envoy's Envoy's Envoy's Envoy's Envoy's Envoy's Envoy's Envoy's En

"Give me back..."

The messenger of the Nether Bone shouted, but Xiao Hei ignored him at all. With his tail swung, the bone fell into Cheng Lingyu's hands.

The next moment, Xiao Hei returned to Cheng Lingyu's shoulder, staring at the bone money with black eyes, and chattering something.

While looking at Gu Qian, Cheng Lingyu listened to Xiao Hei's narrative, and a smile appeared on his handsome face.

This bone money is very exquisite and is made of black bones. It is round on the outside and square on the inside, representing the roundness of the sky. There is a tiger engraved on the front and the two words "Mingyue" engraved on the back.

This is a tiger bone money, which releases strange fluctuations, revealing a bit of mystery.

Cheng Lingyu tied the tiger bone money to the black hair on the little black neck and used it as a decoration.

Mo Yang was interrogating the Messenger of the Nether Bone and learned some useful information from him.

It turned out that the Envoy of the Bone came up from another sixth mountain. Now many masters above the seventh mountain are coming to the seventh mountain, and several of them are known to Mo Yang and Cheng Lingyu.

"I've asked almost the same question, why don't you ask yourself?"

Mo Yang looked at Cheng Lingyu in the distance and said loudly.

Cheng Lingyu flashed and a black light appeared under his feet, instantly entangling the messenger of the Nether Bone, making him unable to move.

Immediately afterwards, a dark field appeared outside Cheng Lingyu, covering the messenger of ghost bones, causing him to roar in horror, his body trembled continuously, and his soul was forcibly stripped away, and he ingested inside Cheng Lingyu's three-layer Ten Souls pyramid.

The darkness receded, and the ghost messenger in the place turned into powder, which made Mo Yang change color and asked: "What is your original path? It's so weird and terrifying?"

Cheng Lingyu shook his head and said, "I can't even explain it clearly now. Perhaps after entering the Lingwu realm, I will have some enlightenment."

Mo Yang said: "I just interrogated and learned that Xuan Chenfeng and Xuan Mufeng were both here, as well as Shenwu Sect’s Zhantian and Mo Qingsong from Shanhe League."

Cheng Lingyu said: "The road they took was smoother than ours. We did not meet a master in the Holy Martial Realm, so there were quite a few monks who arrived at the Seventh Peak alive. In addition to the four you mentioned, there were Lian Yunsheng, Qianshou Feihua, Shi Sanlang, and Baohua Saint."

Mo Yang smiled bitterly and said, "They are much luckier than us. They arrived at the seventh peak smoothly."

Cheng Lingyu smiled and said, "We are bitter first and then sweet, they are sweet first and then bitter, so there is no need to envy them."

The two continued to set off on the road, and in the afternoon they met Xuan Chenfeng and Xuan Mufeng in a canyon lined with rocks, and there was also a strange old man walking with them.

The weird old man had long messy hair and was wearing a black and white Taoist robe. His left face was red, his right face was black, his left body turned red, and his right body turned black, which looked very weird.

Cheng Lingyu looked at the strange old man, his mind tensed up instantly, feeling extremely dangerous. The scroll on his head began to rotate, showing a semi-revival state.

Mo Yang didn't feel this way, but he also saw that this strange old man was not easy to mess with.

Xuan Chenfeng and Xuan Mufeng followed behind the strange old man in a depressed look, looking unwilling.

The strange old man glanced at Cheng Lingyu, his eyes as sharp as a knife, making people afraid to look directly.

Cheng Lingyu remained indifferent, his eyes were straight, and he did not deliberately avoid it, but he did not take the initiative to provoke.

The strange old man's eyes moved slightly, causing ripples in the void, causing the scroll on Cheng Lingyu's head to release a dazzling golden light, causing a commotion.

The weird old man snorted lightly, glanced at the scroll on Cheng Lingyu's head, and his breath was restrained.

At this moment, a figure floated up not far away. It turned out to be the Saint of Baohua of the Tianji Sect. She held a pottery jar in her left hand, with a calm and composed expression, and a kind of conceit that she looked arrogant and arrogant.

After a long time of no see, Cheng Lingyu discovered that the cultivation level of Saint Baohua had been amazingly improved, and it seemed that he had reached the level of the fourth level of Lingwu Tongtian realm, which was simply incredible.

The monster old man looked at the clay pot in Saint Baohua's hand, his eyes narrowed into a line, and a terrifying fluctuation appeared on his body, making the void tremble.

Saint Baohua slowed down and looked at the weird old man with a serious expression, with a solemn look in his eyes.

Six people from all over the country gathered in the canyon, which was a rare event.

Mo Yang stood behind Cheng Lingyu and whispered: "The situation is not good, let's go quickly."

Cheng Lingyu had no expression on his face, gently stroked Xiao Hei who was restless on his shoulders, and said calmly: "Since you meet it, you can't avoid it, so why not be calmer."

Stepping out, Cheng Lingyu actually walked towards the strange old man and the Saint Baohua. The three sides met a little, three meters apart.

Saint Baohua glanced at Cheng Lingyu and said softly: "I really didn't expect to meet here."

Cheng Lingyu looked at the clay pot and frowned and said, "Are you going to come here or is it going to come here?"

Saint Baohua asked back, "What do you think?"

Mo Yang looked at Xuan Chenfeng and Xuan Mufeng and found that they were listless and couldn't help asking: "How could you..."

Xuan Chenfeng looked at Mo Yang, then looked at the weird old man beside him, and said nothing.

The monster old man stared at the pottery jar, his eyes as sharp as a knife, and made a shriveled sound.

"Holy Infant Evil Child."

Saint Baohua raised his eyebrows and said, "Yin Yang Dao Zun."

The two sides confronted each other and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

The scroll on Cheng Lingyu's head accelerated, slowly unfolding halfway, and hanged thousands of golden lights, protecting Cheng Lingyu in it.

The strange old man glanced at the scroll and snorted softly from his nose, as if he was worried.

The pottery jar on the left hand of Saint Baohua is reviving. Black lines contain evil forces wrapped around the surface of the pottery jar, showing a strange phantom, which looks very hazy, but releases a wild and cruel aura that shocks the world, just like the demon of Jiuyou, making people cold all over and tremble.

Mo Yang's whole body was tense, unable to withstand the pressure, and blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth.
Chapter completed!