Immemorial Paragon

"Boy, you ... what the **** are you? What do you want?"

Seeing that his soul was forcibly pulled out of the corpse, the man on Moyuan showed a terrified expression, and said a word of panic.

Now that he does not have the guardianship of the corpse, his soul has suffered a lot of trauma, but he is not the opponent of Mo Qingyun and Wen Xian.

If Mo Qingyun and the two are going to join forces to kill him, his fate will be less fierce.

"Don't you want me to be born again? Why ask me the other way around now?"

Mo Qingyun smiled lightly on the words of Lord Moyuan and asked him, saying, "When you want to take the flesh of the people next to you, you should also think more about whether you will be refined by others When it comes. "

The Devouring Door!

When Mo Qingyun's words fell, he wouldn't talk to the master of Moyuan much, and directly displayed the gate of devour.

After the gate of devouring condensed and formed, it sent out an amazing swallowing power, absorbing the soul of the Lord of the Demon madly.

Sensing the astonishing suction of devour, Lord Demon's expression suddenly changed, and his soul continued to tremble.

He's scared!

He didn't want to die yet, he still had to ask about the state of Dingxian, and he couldn't just die here.

When the master of Moyuan thought of it, his face was determined, as if making a difficult decision.

The demon soul returns!

The man at Moyuan drank angrily, and the soul collapsed directly into a gray mist that slowly dissipated in the heavens and the earth.

Seeing this from Master Moyuan, Mo Qingyun's brows frowned, and his expression became dignified.

He found that Master Moyuan disappeared in this way, completely disappeared from his induction.

"It seems that the method used by the Lord of the Demon Gods is similar to the dismantling of the demon of the demon tribe."

Mo Qingyun looked around with a dignified look for a week, and he couldn't help but compare the return of the demon soul to the disintegration of the demon.

Although one is the decomposition of the flesh, the other is the decomposition of the soul, but the results have the same magic.

At the moment, when Mo Qingyun was puzzled, the author of the literature saw the behavior of the superior in Moyuan, but a chuckle emerged from the corner of his mouth: "Sir, Moyuan, now that you have figured it out, the old man will Give you a ride "

Wen Xian's words fell, and he took out handprints with both hands and recited the scriptures in his mouth.

Under the recitation of Master Wen Xian, the words containing strange power one by one flew out of his mouth and merged into his handprints.

These golden texts are integrated into the handprints, and those handprints instantly burst into a dazzling light, turning into a golden raindrop.

Golden raindrops fell from the mid-air, emitting a dazzling glow, and flew towards the place where the soul of the Lord's soul disappeared.

These golden raindrops flew to the place where the souls of the people on Moyuan dissipated, where an illusive figure emerged.

This figure is exactly the soul of Lord Mochi just disintegrated.

After the soul of Lord Moyuan re-appeared, it was constantly turning there and issued a miserable cry: "Wenxian old ghost, you mean man, you actually use the" Going to the Sutra "to save the Lord. "

The Sutra Sutra is a high-level scripture of the Buddhist sect, which is used to reduce the suffocation of the ferocious person, and can be regarded as the nemesis of the demons.

The Lord of the Moyuan is the ancestor of the Tao of Demon. Now being scrubbed by the Sutra of Sutra, it is naturally severely destroyed.

As the golden raindrops continued to fall, the souls of the monsters became weaker, and eventually completely dissipated in the heavens and the earth.

At this moment, Master Moyuan is really dead!

"Pity!"

Seeing Master Moyuan who was completely dead, Mo Qingyun could not help but sigh in his heart, and raised a pity.

If he refines the soul of the man above Moyuan, his soul cultivation can be promoted to the land of creation.

It is a pity that Master Wenxian's soul completely collapsed under the action of Master Wenxian, leaving no trace of it.

Although it was a pity that Mo Qingyun didn't care too much, he lamented and stopped thinking about it.

Mo Qingyun's mind was very clear that Master Wenxian was a Confucian and Taoist power, and he was so upright and righteous that he would never allow him to refine the soul of Master Moyuan.

After all, such a means of refining the soul of others and improving the cultivation of the soul is really too evil.

If Mo Qingyun did so, his image in Wenxian's eyes would be similar to that of Moyuan.

Maybe, Master Wen Xian will not directly act on him when he is angry.

Looking at his master, who completely dissipated in the world of Moyuan, Master Wenxian sighed: "Master Moyuan, the old man has fought with you for hundreds of thousands of years. Killing, I ca n’t think that Mo Qingyun's shot will make you die here. It ’s really impermanent. ”

Speaking a sigh of words, Master Wen Xian's hands throbbed again, hitting a dragon-like wave of text, and rolling away towards the surrounding field of power.

Under the scouring of the word waves, the momentum of the surrounding power field weakened rapidly, and eventually disappeared completely.

As the realm of power disappeared, Wen Zhaoyi and Han Buyi outside the realm of power appeared in Mo Qingyun's sight.

Seeing that the realm of power had disappeared, Wen Zhaoyi and Han Buyi did not hesitate, and flew towards Mo Qingyun.

"Cousin, are you okay?"

"Brother Mo, are you okay?"

Wen Zhaoxu and Mo Qingyun both came to Mo Qingyun, and they both showed nervous expressions, asking about Mo Qingyun's situation.

"I'm fine, don't worry!"

Mo Qingyun waved his hand with a smile, responding to the two words of Wen Zhaoyi, turned to look at the next Wenxian Humane: "Senior, now Master Moyuan is completely dead, what do you have to do next? ? "

"intend?"

After hearing such a question from Mo Qingyun, Master Wen Xian's gaze was blank, and he looked around the battlefield of ancient times for a week, and said in a deep voice: "Circle of heaven and earth, vicissitudes of the sea, hundreds of thousands of years have passed, the former Taoist friends have returned to the world , What should the old man do? "

After Wen Xian's expression became blank for a moment, his expression calmed down, and his mind seemed to have plans.

"Since the Lord has dissipated, the old man's stay is meaningless. I plan to take a look at the barren continent."

Speaking out the thoughts in his heart, the superior Wen Xian turned to Mo Qingyun and said, "Mo Xiaoyou, with your talents, the achievements in the future will be extraordinary. I hope you can take care of the old man for your family."

"Seniors rest assured, juniors will do their best to guard the Wen family!"

Mo Qingyun nodded solemnly to his confession to his superior, and gave him a word of assurance.

"Thank you, Mo!"

Seeing that Mo Qingyun agreed to his request, Master Wen Xian thanked him and turned to look at Wen Zhao: "Child, stay with Mo Xiaoyou, if there is a chance, we will see you in the barren continent."

The words of Master Wen Xian fell, and his soul turned into a golden light, flying towards the depths of the ancient battlefield.

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