Hong Hoang: Tam Thanh Prays To The Master, I Only Take Heaven

Boom!

click....

After a dull loud noise, the position where Hongjun Ancestor was standing instantly collapsed and annihilated, leaving a shocking pit several meters deep.

Moro sneered wickedly.

He raised his palm and pointed at Hongjun Ancestor, and said sarcastically: "Hongjun Old Dog, aren't you crazy, why don't you keep silent?"

Mo Luo turned his head slightly to dodge, avoiding the sharp blade slashed by Hongjun Ancestor, and at the same time, he clenched his fists and blasted into Hongjun Ancestor's chest.

Boom~~

The two fought fiercely, bursting out with brilliant brilliance, shaking Zixiao Palace violently.

The strength of the two is equal, and after a fight, they are evenly divided, and no one can help anyone.

"Mora, your strength seems to be stronger than before, it could be that you have devoured the power of other people. During the battle, Hongjun Ancestor said coldly.

"Guess what. Moro sneered.

"Hmph!"

Hongjun Ancestor snorted coldly, he knew that he had guessed wrong, Mo Luo devoured others, and it was definitely not that strong.

Otherwise, he would have become one of the strongest people in the Holy Realm long ago.

Boom~

Hongjun Ancestor stomped his legs, and his figure flashed in front of Mo Luo, raised the bronze plate in his hand, and smashed it down with Wanjun's huge force.

The corners of Mo Luo's mouth curled slightly, and the black robe on his body trembled, condensing a huge skeleton about 100 zhang tall.

Bang!

Hongjun Ancestor's powerful board fell, directly shattering the hundred-zhang skeleton.

"Old thing, just warmed up, let you taste the newly refined treasure of Ben Mora. Mo Luo said coldly, and pinched out a strange seal with one hand.

Boom~

The sound of breaking the air sounded, and I saw a bloody light shooting out of the center of Mo Luo's eyebrows.

The speed of the blood light was extremely fast, and in an instant, it resisted the front of Hongjun Ancestor, turned into a blood spear, and pierced Hongjun Ancestor's head with Ling Yan killing.

"This is your natal holy artifact, the Blood Soul Banner, isn't it? Moro sneered.

"It is worthy of being the supreme artifact of the demon race, and its power is indeed extraordinary. Hongjun Ancestor smiled indifferently and reached out to grab the stabbing blood soul flag.

"Huh, has it been discovered?" Moro

was stunned for a moment, and then grinned, "Hehe, old thing, if you want to take away my Blood Soul Banner, you don't have a door.

"Mo Luo flipped his wrist, controlled the Blood Soul Banner, and flew away.

"Old thing, you can slowly enjoy the pain that Ben Mora has bestowed upon you!" Moro smiled cruelly.

"Moro, you've got too much nonsense. Hongjun Ancestor snorted coldly.

His figure disappeared suddenly, and when he reappeared, he suddenly appeared in front of Moro, his right fist clenched, and he hit it fiercely.

Bang~

Mo Luo reacted quickly, and hurriedly sacrificed the Blood Soul Banner in front of him, blocking the attack of Hongjun Ancestor.

However, the force of Hongjun Ancestor's punch was too great, and it directly made Mo Luo vomit blood and fly away.

"Ah, old thing, you dare to sneak up on me!" Mo

Luo roared angrily, extremely angry, and the magic light surging all over his body, sweeping through the entire Zixiao Palace.

At this time, the aura of Mo Luo soared, and the wings hidden on his back appeared, covering the sky, like a pair of blood-red wings covering the clouds and the moon.

"Ben Moro where are you running this time?" Moro said coldly.

His figure flashed and rushed towards Hongjun Ancestor.

The smell of blood surged from his body, which was terrifying.

"Hmph, you're not far from it. Facing

the Mo Luo who came to kill, Hongjun Ancestor snorted lightly, his hands merged, and a bronze plate suddenly bloomed with brilliant green light.

"Get out of the way of Benzu.

Hongjun Ancestor roared, and the board slashed down, and the void cracked in an instant.

The

bronze plate slammed into Moro's body, knocking him down from the sky, and crashing to the ground with a thud, splashing dust from the sky.

"Poof..."

Moro coughed, spurting out a few mouthfuls of blood, his face pale and bloodless.

"Damn, how could this old guy be so powerful?"

"No wonder he can be invincible in the Saint Realm!" Moro

said through gritted teeth.

Fang Cai's blow caused a tearing pain in his body, and his internal organs were seriously injured.

"Old thing, let's die!" said Moro coldly, his face full of resentment.

His body trembled, and a pair of fleshy wings appeared from behind him, and the vibration set off a hurricane, turning into a streamer and rushing towards Hongjun Ancestor.

He slashed through the air with one claw, setting off a piercing roar, and the sharp claws were ruthless.

"Vulnerable. Hongjun Ancestor shook his head and flicked his fingers.

With a bang, the Blood Soul Banner burst out with brilliant brilliance, and the rungs were in front of him.

Boom!

The claws fell, striking hard against the bronze plate.

There was a sonorous bang, and sparks flew everywhere.

The bronze plate is unharmed.

And that wisp of blood soul was strangled by the blue light of the bronze plate, and it was gone.

Seeing this scene, Moro's eyes widened with an incredulous expression.

"Impossible! It took Ben Mo Luo hundreds of millions of years to finally refine

this Blood Soul Banner!" Mo Luo roared, "How did you find a way to restrain this Mo Luo in such a short period of time?"

He didn't believe it at all, with his strong strength, he used all his strength to cast the Blood Soul Banner, but he was actually blocked by Hongjun Ancestor.

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became.

He is also the top powerhouse of the demon race, but he was bullied like this by an old thing, what a shame!"

Hongjun Ancestor shook his head and sighed.

He cultivated three thousand avenues, and each of them comprehended perfection, and any one of them was enough to crush Moluo.

Not to mention that the number of his avenues is as high as seventy-two, which is not comparable to Moluo.

Because of this, he was able to defeat the strong with the weak.

"Old thing, you must die today, no matter what method you use, you can't stop the pace of Ben Moro's revenge. Moro roared.

Whoa~

Mo Luo took out a drop of essence blood and merged it into the blood soul banner.