Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"That's different!"

Ye Mo shook his head and said: "You have forced us to a dead end. If we cannot get the six energy sources in Northern Xinjiang, all of us will die. Therefore, we will do it at all costs, even if we know that there is someone behind you. Even if we are strong, we will fight to the death.”

"bring it on!"

Ling Xiao said.

"What?"

Ye Mo was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Ling Xiao didn't hesitate at all.

"I said come on, don't you want to fight to the death? I will really let you die."

Ling Xiao looked at Ye Mo with a smile.

Although he is not Ye Mo's opponent now, there are many ways to win. He just has a backer, so there is nothing he can do.

Ye Mo's face turned ugly.

Ling Xiao is very small and can accommodate Douzong and Xuanbing Temple, and there are not many bad places that cannot be chosen. After all, Ling Xiao's sect will either be destroyed or join other organizations, so there are too few empty places.

A voice rang out.

Fortunately, those two families brought all the people over that time, so there was really no trouble.

In the sky, the seven chief priests who were blocked by the divine flame formation roared.

However, just when I was about to let these guys take action, a terrifying palm wind landed on the top of the mountain.

The old man named Hong said.

If we keep those people, they can only watch us escape.

It wasn't at that moment that the Seven Fire Su Lianxing had not yet exploded with its expected power.

Ye Mo sighed.

"Withdraw? Do you allow it? Are they going to withdraw?"

The other party was really serious about it. That time, the bluff was enough to stop the other party.

That time, the Seven Fires Su Lianxing was released, and the faces of the seven people in the sky turned pale.

Working hard requires the value of not working hard. Without the value of working hard, everything is in vain.

Recently, I feel that my pressure has suddenly become less stressful.

Wherever the punch passed, grass and trees were broken, mountains and rocks were shattered, and even the air seemed to be torn apart by the punch.

Although it is cowardly, it is a wise move.

Ji Mingkong had never thought that a relaxing battle would end up in such a situation.

The Seven Fire Su Lianxing was released instantly.

"withdraw!"

"The opponent of the seven of them is you!"

There is no one in the Tyrant Empire who can't block that blow.

What he was facing was a weak person in the martial soul realm.

How could that happen? How could there not be such a terrifying low hand beside Ye Mo? It would be really difficult to deal with it that time.

Because the weakest one on our side has only reached the peak of Feitian Realm.

"Brother Hong!"

You still have to protect Ye Mo.

These things made him a little afraid.

The guys in the Magic Needle Space also made a few moves.

With just one casual blow, the number of warriors in the True Yuan Realm and Divine Transformation Realm killed was no less than a few thousand.

I am still too strong after all.

Countless temple warriors died tragically in the flames.

Yes, the harvest is great.

I finally understood why Yang Heng met for the second time, and why it took the little chief priest to take action to save Yang Heng.

Damn it!

"Slow down and block!"

Immediately, he took a deep breath, and the air flow around him surged, as if a tangible force was gathering.

With our ability, that is also difficult.

"win?"

I seem to be nervous, but now I am really eager for strength.

That move was not a killing move.

Mu Zhou took a deep look at Ye Mo, gritted his teeth, released a weak aura, shielded the flames, and together with the rest of the Hunyuan Realm weaklings, took away all the remaining people.

It seemed that he was still in a bad mood, with anger on his face and murderous intent in his eyes.

He couldn't make up his mind as to what Ling Xiao could rely on.

Who knew that the Divine Flame Array would actually come back.

That punch, carrying all my strength and will, seemed to tear the world apart.

Ye Mo sighed.

Shattered to pieces.

This can only allow these young guys to stretch their muscles.

There are too few bad places.

A voice came from the void.

My fists were clenched tightly, veins popped out, and my muscles were tense, as if I was trying to concentrate all my strength under that punch.

At this time, the seven chief priests also had bad looks on their faces. The original decision to launch the action was because they found out that the divine flame array had left Ye Mo's side.

Nearly half of the warriors came to the temple that time, and the worst ones outside were in the divine body realm. Those who reached the divine body realm were eligible to join the Northern Border Temple.

I kill people just to bring some color to the temple, but more importantly, I want to improve my realm.

"Sect Master Xiao and Hall Master Mu, let their people stay in the Tyrant Empire. It's safe to go back now. Besides, there is a small chance that the source of energy in Central Continent has not fallen into the hands of the Holy Church. They are Bian is not ready yet, the future of Northern Xinjiang depends on Jinzhou and Lingxiao!"

Seven people took action at the same time, trying to destroy Qihuo Su Lianxing.

They are the seven chief priests of the Northern Church.

"Bad, now you'll settle down in Jingjian."

"Ye Mo, when did our church become so timid?"

"Muzhou, take us away!"

He is also a strong man in the Hunyuan Realm. He is an old man, who is much older than Ye Mo.

The Divine Flame Formation will soon leave.

The battle that I thought would last for a few seconds actually ended just now.

"Does that count as a win?"

This dignified Hunyuan Realm weakling disappeared directly after that blow.

Suddenly, I let out a small drink, and the sound exploded like thunder, shaking the air around me.

"Weak in the martial spirit realm!"

"Junior!"

That's trouble.

The Divine Flame Formation swayed and split into seven. One person intercepted the seven little chief priests, while the other person stood beside Ye Mo.

Mu Zhou's expression suddenly changed.

The gap with the weak in Hunyuan realm is too small.

Ye Mo frowned and said, "This person is a little different. There may be people behind him that we can't afford to offend."

Ye Mo's eyes lit up.

The Divine Flame Formation is actually back.

With the characteristics of the Holy Temple's inevitable retribution, it is definitely possible to let Douzong and Xuanbing Temple go.

After all, there are too few weak people on the other side.

Jing Jian said.

Who asked me to fight against the weakest temple in Northern Xinjiang?

There are seven people standing outside.

If others come to help me, I can always let others go back and die.

Ye Mo shook his head and said: "I'm afraid he knows that the person next to you will leave in less than ten days. I suspect that this church will also know the news very slowly. The real battle to the death was about ten days ago. .”

Is there any reason why the Holy Church can dominate Northern Xinjiang, or even dominate the entire Baize Continent? We are really weak.

Jing Jian looked at the sky.

But this is only if there is no one to stop it.

After hearing those words, everyone who was originally nervous instantly became relaxed.

"I can't afford to offend you, but I want to take a look. Don't worry, the four chief priests have already spoken. If anything happens, they are blocking it. What are you afraid of?"

At the same time as Ye Mo's voice sounded, the Heavenly Demon Formation soared into the air.

That also made my level skyrocket from the seventh level of the Divine Transformation Realm to the eighth level of the Divine Transformation Realm.

The seven of us are not sure we can defeat the Divine Flame Formation.

However, it is an indisputable fact that the Houtu Temple was destroyed and the Martial Alliance was almost destroyed.

I saw my fist suddenly swinging out, and a dazzling light burst out from the fist, like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky.