Immemorial Paragon

"The formations have all been destroyed, and now they can only fight one battle."

Looking at the array method he laid out, all the ghosts exploded and dissipated, Mo Qingyun clenched his fists.

He has no retreat, and can only choose to face up with Zi Yan and others.

Under the gaze of Mo Qingyun, the storm of strength around the Soul of Purgatory of All Souls began to slowly dissipate.

As the power storm dissipated, Ziyan and others were swallowed up by the power storm, slowly showing off.

Under the impact of the powerful storm, their losses were heavy, and the doormen were killed by nearly 40%.

Most of the remaining people were seriously injured and could no longer continue to participate in the fighting.

Even Zijing, Situ Qing, Shen Tuershan, and Ding Zhao were not badly hurt by the storm.

This time, their confrontation with Mo Qingyun ended with defeat.

"It's not that the talents that the old man values ​​are worth it. Sure enough, there can be no glimpse."

Although he was seriously injured by Mo Qingyun, Ziyu still appreciated it, and his expression gradually cooled down: "Unexpectedly, after a lapse of 10 million years, my husband was seriously injured by a junior in Taiyi Xuan Wonderland. Make your funeral even stronger. "

Listening to Ziyan's words, Shen Tuershan and others were shocked, knowing that Ziyan was really angry.

Immediately, the crowd walked towards the inside of the ancestral tomb of the witchcraft along with the Aster.

The crowd didn't go far, and they saw Mo Qingyun, waiting for them not far away.

At this moment, Mo Qingyun gave them a kind of momentum that one man should be in charge of.

"Wait a long time for you, fight!"

Looking at the approaching Ziyan and others, Mo Qingyun declared war directly to them, without talking nonsense.

Mo Qingyun's words fell, and he displayed the door of the combination, preparing to fight against the four forces.

As the combination door was put on display, Mo Qingyun merged with the witchcraft remnants, borrowing the power of witchcraft remnants for his own use.

Soon, Mo Qingyun's momentum broke through to the point of sacred realm.

It was only for Mo Qingyun's cultivation that when he broke through to the middle of the sacred state, his body could not bear it anymore.

Cracks began to appear on the surface of his body, spilling a trace of blood.

Continue to merge, he will be in danger of exploding.

"Boy, you stop, it's too dangerous for you to do this."

When Mo Qingyun's situation was discovered, Wu Fa Cannian immediately reminded him, worried that Mo Qingyun would be exploded.

Mo Qingyun did not accept the reminder of the witchcraft's thoughts, with a firm expression on his face: "Senior, we have no retreat, I must combine your strength."

"Merge me!"

Mo Qingyun sighed angrily, a horrible magic power burst out from his body instantly.

The blood power of the Demon Soul Clan was inspired by him at this moment.

With the inspiration of the blood power of the Tianshen Demon Clan, a huge demon ghost came through the starry sky and enveloped him.

Under the blessing of the demon ghost, the body that was about to fall apart became stable in a blink of an eye.

After seeing Mo Qingyun's performance, the witchcraft thoughts were relieved, and he didn't continue to say anything.

Puff puff……

As Mo Qingyun stimulated the blood of the Tianhun Demon clan, those who were seriously injured by the four forces were immediately suppressed from spitting blood.

Then, they looked at Mo Qingyun's gaze and were immediately filled with strong shock.

Originally, they thought that by this time, Mo Qingyun should have been poor in Qianqiang.

Unexpectedly, Mo Qingyun still has such a means, it is really incredible.

"Ancient blood!"

"The blood concentration of this kid is really terrible!"

"He was able to seduce the ancestor demon body, indicating that his bloodline grade and the possibility of promotion."

"Once promoted, it will be the blood of the ancestor, so terrible boy."

...

Feeling Mo Qingyun's bloodline grade, Ziyu and others suddenly changed color, and the heartbeat was intense to the extreme.

In their perception, the blood concentration of the Protoss became weaker and weaker over time.

Mo Qingyun went in the opposite direction, and the blood concentration continued to increase. It must be traced back to the level of the ancestral demon of the Tianhun demons.

They wouldn't believe such things if they hadn't seen them in person.

Once Mo Qingyun's blood pulse reaches the ancestor level, the Tianhun Demon Clan will inevitably return to the peak again, and the blood vein power will make all ethnic groups look up.

Under the shocking eyes of everyone, Mo Qingyun's cultivation became stable and rushed to the later stage of the Holy Land.

Compared with the improvement of Mo Qingyun's strength, under the suppression of the combination door, Ziyu and others have all weakened a lot.

However, stimulated by Mo Qingyun's actions, they ignored their own cultivation and fell.

Shadow Dragon changes!

After completing the fusion of powers, Mo Qingyun's figure began to grow at a rapid speed.

In a blink of an eye, Mo Qingyun transformed into a Taigu Yinglong, and took the initiative to kill towards Ziyan and others.

Although there is the blessing of the ancestor demon, his body can not be maintained for long, and it must be determined quickly.

Otherwise, once he has reached the limit of his physical endurance, he really has nothing to do.

Holy magic broken star fist!

Mo Qingyun's figure flashed, and he came to Ziyan's body, and banged out at Ziyan.

A horrific force of creation gathered on Mo Qingyun's fist and turned into a huge fist shadow.

The fist shadow exploded, which stirred the situation and made the space shake.

"A strong punch!"

"This kid's combat power is really comparable to the late sacred powers."

"Borrowing his unbearable power and using it so perfectly, he is the first person."

"What a wicked kid, the old man admires him now."

"If this boy cultivates for more than ten thousand years, it will be difficult for rivals on the barren continent."

"No wonder Ziyan values ​​him so much, this kid is indeed a rare talent."

...

For a while, Situ Qing and others' views on Mo Qingyun also changed greatly.

The evaluation of Mo Qingyun changed, and Situ Qing and others also took it lightly, and went all out to kill Mo Qingyun.

Cut fairy mad dragon sword!

Fire starry sky!

Invincible to break the world!

Sumiwan Buddha palm!

God Thunder shatters the sky curse!

...

Zi Zhi and others have exerted all their strengths and exerted their strongest supernatural powers and immortal methods, and dare not to look down upon Mo Qingyun.

Suddenly, one by one, the horrible palm shadow, finger pointing, and sword shadow appeared, welcoming toward Mo Qingyun's fist shadow.

Seeing the actions of Mo Qingyun and others, all the other members of the four major forces were shocked to step back.

This confrontation is horrible. Once they are involved, they will be killed in seconds.

During the retreat of everyone, Mo Qingyun and others attacked with overbearing collision.

Bang Bang Bang ...

Suddenly, a terrible sound rang through the world instantly.

A storm of divine power that destroyed the world formed in the tomb of the ancestors of the witchcraft.

Under the impact of this powerful storm, the ancestral tomb of the Witchcraft was almost destroyed in an instant and became a messy place.

Seeing this, Ziyan and others have stepped back to avoid the impact of the storm of Holy Power.

However, Mo Qingyun did not choose to step back in the face of the storm of Holy Power, and remained still.

Behind him is the place where the emperor swallowed up the throne, and he must stop this storm of divine power.

Otherwise, if the storm of Holy Power is swept through, it will disturb the inheritance of the Emperor.

"Let me down!"

Mo Qingyun blasted out with a single palm, and the power of the creature on the palm frantically turned into a huge palm.

Under the impact of the giant palm, the storm of Holy Power spreading to Mo Qingyun was instantly dissipated.

Lean less, until the strength storm dissipated, Mo Qingyun's figure appeared.

He was still standing still, just like the same God of War, making it impossible for him to go beyond half a step.

"The boy did not escape at all in the face of the storm of Holy Power."

"Looking at this boy's behavior, he seems to be guarding something."

"Although this kid is deceitful, he is indeed a principled person and worthy of admiration."

"Don't hold your arms anymore, let's fight fast and let him be relieved sooner."

...

Seeing Mo Qingyun's move, Zi Zhi and others admired again, they thought they could not do this.

Ziyu and others communicated, and they were all moving, killing Mo Qingyun in the past.

At this moment, Ziyu and others' shots were even more severe than before.

Heavenly Devil Star Palm!

Tianyang wears star pupil!

Emperor Yin kills the pupil!

Jiu Jiu Tian De Tu Shen Jian Zhen!

...

In the face of the attack from Ziyu and others, Mo Qingyun played a twelve-point spirit and showed his best.

But even so, he was still suppressed, struggling to die in the hands of Ziyan and others.

No way, the fighting powers of the two sides are too disparate. It is extremely rare for him to reach this step.

"Mo Qingyun, you can do this step, it really surprised the old man, but your strength is not enough."

In the match with Mo Qingyun, Ziyan's face showed a solemn expression, saying a compliment, and said: "My husband loves you for being a rare talent, and give you one last chance. If you are willing to submit to me, I Can protect you from death. "

"I'm Mo Qingyun, I'd rather die than die!"

Facing the solicitation of Ziyu, Mo Qingyun's expression on the face was firm, and he was not moved at all.

Seeing Mo Qingyun's move, Ziyu could not help showing regret, and her shot became more severe.

Swallow Tianbing Xuan Palm!

A purple chirp blasted out, a chill erupted on his body, and a horrifying mysterious power of Xuanbing burst into his palm.

As soon as this Xuanbing Holy Power came out, it sent out a force of terror devour, absorbing the power between heaven and earth.

In a blink of an eye, the ice palm blasted by purple maggot, the momentum soared a few points, toward Mo Qingyun's overbearing suppression.

The palm that Zi Zhi blasted out, and Situ Qing and others who would fight with Mo Qingyun also shrouded in it.

"Old purple dog, you are too bullying!"

"Purple, I am at odds with you!"

"Zihan, you are not kind, don't blame us for being unjust!"

...

In the face of Aster's shot, several people in Shentuer Mountain were furious and quickly avoided the Aster's palm.

For the anger of Shen Tuershan and others, Ziyan ignored the anger and looked at Mo Qingyun indifferently.

Mo Ziyun's expression was tense immediately under the palm of Ziyu, and he raised his palm to welcome him.

Heavenly Devil Star Palm!

As soon as Mo Qingyun blasted out, he collided with Bingzhang, creating a wave of divine power.

Taking over the palm of the purple lotus, Mo Qingyun was shocked by a terror force and flew out.

Seeing such a scene, everyone expressed a sigh, and the battle was finally over.

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