Fantasy: I Let the Underworld Come to Nine Heavens

The sound of breaking through the air resounded, and four black shadows flew toward the bonfire at the top of the mountain at extremely fast speeds.

Getting closer and closer, several warriors from the two families were in a happy mood, and they were indescribably excited at this time.

Thinking of the reward for killing the Mo Chen family, they swallowed hard.

Beside the bonfire in the distance, a figure whose appearance was unclear due to the firelight was facing away from them, looking up towards the sky.

Four figures stopped by the bonfire, staring at the figure shrouded in darkness, all with some confusion.

Shouldn't there be three people there?

There is Mo Chen, a Qin family warrior, and a Yi family warrior. Why is the plot different from what they thought?

"Who are you?"

At this time, a man walked out of the crowd. He was dressed in black, with his face covered, and he drank in a deep voice towards the figure opposite.

"who I am?"

"Aren't you guys been looking for me?"

Mo Chen turned around indifferently, and a cold voice sounded.

"Mo Chen!"

"How brave!"

Two of the four people shouted loudly, while the other two walked to both sides in a tacit agreement, forming a semicircle.

"Don't worry, now that I'm here, I won't leave until I finish killing you all!" He silently watched the actions of the four of them and sneered, saying with disdain.

"Boy, if you don't take the road to heaven, no one will be able to save you today!"

The leader, a man in black, gave a vicious laugh, stepped forward, and came forward.

"Xuanzhang!"

The perfect aura of the man in black burst out from the spleen realm of the God's Tibetan Realm. With such a level of cultivation, he is undoubtedly a very important figure in Skyfire City.

Mo Chen dodged sideways, and then made a fist seal. He saw that the fist was filled with spiritual light and breathtaking breath, and then he pressed it against the chest of the man in black slowly and gently.

The man in black felt like he was struck by lightning, a trace of blood flowed from his mouth, and his body flew backwards.

"You actually escaped?"

Everyone was shocked. You must have known that Yi Pocai had the highest cultivation level among them. How could he suffer such a heavy loss with such a move?

Yi Pocai was angry and punched a junior in the hand, which made him embarrassed.

"Both come together!"

After the words fell, Yi Po frowned with his exposed brows, turned around and glanced at a Qin family warrior not far away from him. This warrior was named Qin Zhui. He was a person who had perfected the realm of Shen Zangxin. He was in the same position as Mo Chen before.

The same realm.

The two of them shouted loudly and ran out together.

Yi Po stopped holding back, and saw that the spiritual light in his palm was even stronger, and the surging spiritual energy pressed the space, making a low roar.

Qin Zhui took out a three-foot long sword, his spiritual energy was circulating, and then a faint light appeared on the surface of the sword.

This is a top-quality mortal weapon, but it is infinitely close to the level of a spiritual weapon, otherwise it would not emit a faint spiritual light.

Looking at the incoming attack, Mo Chen felt calm in his heart. He had injured Yi Pocai with a random punch he had thrown earlier, which indirectly gave him a preliminary understanding of his own power.

Yi Po just struck with a palm, and the strong wind mixed with good spiritual energy rushed towards Mo Chen's cheek.

Seeing this scene, Mo Chen simply waved his palm and punched out.

There is no detailed division of his realm now, but the energy and blood in his body are boiling, and between the limbs and bones, a steady stream of spiritual energy is gathered on the small fist seal.

After experiencing the baptism of returning to the dharma and tempering the body of gods and demons, Mo Chen not only strengthened his body, but also had an astonishing amount of stored spiritual energy.

Yi Pocai slapped Mo Chen's fist mark hard with his palm. In his heart, although Mo Chen's fist mark was amazing, it was nothing more than an appearance.

He has been in the Shen Zang Realm for many years, and he can easily defeat a warrior who has perfected the Shen Zang Heart Realm. He is a whole level higher than he can deal with!

The fists and palms met, and there was a stalemate for a tenth of a breath. Then the fist seal became fierce, and a violent roar sounded just in time as Yi Pocai's expression changed wildly.

Yi Pocai's entire arm was completely blown up, and he flew out heavily, hit a tree hard, and then slid down. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead for a while.

Choking!

While the spiritual energy roared, Qin Zhui hit Mo Chen's body with a sword.

The bloody scene he imagined did not happen. On the contrary, the long sword with aura of light struck Mo Chen's body as if it had struck a piece of hard metal. The strong shock caused blood to flow from his mouth.

It cracked open.

At this moment, Qin Zhui was completely dumbfounded.

Is this full-strength sword ineffective?

"It still hurts a little..."

Mo Chen curled his lips, and held the sword with lightning in his left hand, while with his right hand, he made a fist and punched it out.

Seeing that Mo Chen dared to hold the sword, Qin Zhui was secretly happy. Although his sword was not at the level of a spiritual weapon, it was still a top-notch mortal weapon. The sword was so sharp that it was as sharp as blowing hair off hair and cutting iron like mud.

But before he could activate the spiritual energy in his hand, Mo Chen was stunned and forcefully folded the long sword into a ball, and his body was pulled towards him by an irresistible force.

to the front.

Click...

Mo Chen punched, and the force spread at this moment.

With this punch, Mo Chen hit Qin Zhui directly on the chest.

In an instant, the spiritual energy on the fist seal penetrated Qin Zhui's body surface and hit Qin Zhui's heart. In an instant, his heart was tempered into a heart that was hard to be hurt by swords. It burst directly, and his body flew upside down, with a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments.

Blood spurted out and fell limply to the ground, lifeless.

"Sixth Elder!"

"Fifth Elder!"

The expressions of the remaining two warriors who swept through the formation changed drastically, and their aura fluctuated without any trace.

Yi Po was the sixth elder of the Yi family, and Qin Zhui was the fifth elder of the Qin family. Now that they both died one after another, this undoubtedly frightened the remaining warriors of the two families.

These two noble warriors, with extremely high cultivation levels, both died in just one round. What kind of monster is this Mo Chen!

Two moves killed the two elders instantly, and Mo Chen's hands regained their aura.

The rich spiritual light condensed into a fist seal, and then two ferocious and terrifying colorful tigers appeared again.

Without waiting for the two warriors to react, they raised their hands and two fierce tigers struck them instantly like lightning, and their bodies fell down in response.

Four people were killed in just two breaths, and in these two breaths, Mo Chen felt slightly tired, and the spiritual energy stored in his body also dropped by as much as three levels.

"Still not skilled enough!"

"It would be great if there were some martial arts skills..."

While muttering, Mo Chen shook his head and collected the loot. What Mo Chen didn't notice was that after the four people died, traces of faint black gas quietly merged into his body.

The four of them didn't bring anything valuable with them.

Two maps of the outer areas of the Tianyan Mountains, dozens of golden beans, four signal pills, and two daggers, these are relatively useful things.

After scolding the poor people several times in his heart, Mo Chen kicked them one by one into the mountain behind him.

Squeezing two more signal pills in his hand, Mo Chen sat cross-legged, preparing to welcome the next few destined people who were about to report to the underworld...