Son-in-law Dan Zun

For a long time, Luo Wushu has given them the impression that they are enchanting, wise, and have a rather calm personality.

Even in the face of the middle-aged Ziyi's death game, he was still able to talk to him in an orderly manner, and he had a chance of life.

However, at this moment, Luo Wushu completely subverted everyone's perception of him.

The only thing left is the extremely unbearable impressions of life and death, and madness.

He was a normal person, it could be seen that Ye Tianxuan didn't dare to act for him at all to deal with Lan Lingtian.

Then, the only person he can rely on is the middle-aged man in purple clothes.

However, he turned away this last amulet.

Moreover, it is not just turning it away, it is even worsening this amulet and driving him to the opposite side.

With the cruelty that Ziyi showed before his middle age, everyone has no doubt that at this time, he has **** Luo Wushu.

I'm afraid, no less than Lan Lingtian!

"Master Luo, Mo Ke Jian is just a foreign object after all, there is nothing wrong with handing it over."

"With your talent, as long as you live well, you may not have the chance to get a better sacred artifact in the future."

"But the prerequisite is that you have to live well, and being alive is the root of everything."

Ye Yuyao said in a voice transmission.

She is not incomprehensible to Luo Wushu's thoughts.

It's normal for treasures like Mokejian to be unwilling to hand them over easily.

Luo Wushu glanced at Ye Yuyao, smiled slightly, and said nothing.

Mo Ke Jian, of course he won't hand it over.

Here, the middle-aged Ziyi is not the one who dominates everything.

"It's not a joke, then you go to die!"

A gloomy and tyrannical voice came from the middle-aged Ziyi's mouth.

His face became more and more gloomy, hideous and distorted, and a monstrous violent aura swept across his body.

"Roar..." With a roar, breathtaking, he was turning into his body...Ice Armor Horned Devil Dragon.

The pupils of the people shrank suddenly, filled with fear.

"You **** it, but after all, the Moko sword has been guarded for so many years."

"There is no credit, there is hard work."

"If you retreat now, I can take your master and set you free."

Luo Wushu faintly glanced at the behemoth, and said with pity.

Although the ice armor horned dragon is cruel and tyrannical, in fact, it is also a bit pitiful.

First he was enslaved and reduced to a mount.

Then he was imprisoned in this never-day place, and his psychological distortion was excusable.

Perhaps, after letting him go free, everything will be different.

However, at this moment, Luo Wushu's words spread to the middle-aged Ziyi's ears, as if he had lost his heart.

According to Luo Wushu's tone, it seems that he is the master here?

It's ridiculous!

"Roar..." With a roar, the ice armor horned devil dragon suddenly swept an extreme cold force, seeming to freeze the entire palace.

"How can an idiot like you peek into the secret left by Jian Wushuang."

"Or, Jian Wushuang just wants to find someone as arrogant as you?"

The moment the voice fell, there were ice spears condensed, and they went towards Luo Wushu to break through the air.

"Although you are his mount, you really don't know him at all!"

"It's no wonder you end up like this, being imprisoned here forever."

Luo Wushu's voice no longer felt pity, it became extremely cold.

"Jian Wushuang may be arrogant, but he really intends to find a good person to get the Moke Sword."

"And he, also understands your character, won't let others get the Moko Sword easily."

"Even if someone gets the qualification and gets the Moko Sword, you will definitely kill people and steal treasures, and take it as your own."

"So, as early as when all this was laid out, your ending was already doomed."

"Either you will be imprisoned here forever, or you will die."

Luo Wushu's voice was getting colder and colder, no longer showing any sympathy.

As his voice fell, an incomparable bright light burst out from the patterns on the ground.

And the place where those rays of light converge is exactly where Luo Wushu's figure is located.

At this moment, Luo Wushu's dazzling figure was like Jian Wushuang's reappearance in the eyes of the ice armor horned devil dragon, making his eyes show fear.

In the sight, the Moko sword burst out with bright light, just a random cut, annihilating the endless gun shadow.

"Why?"

"Why it came out like this?"

The ice armor horned devil dragon looked up in horror and screamed, "Why does his Jian Wushuang decide my destiny like this?"

Countless people were shocked, Luo Wushu actually controlled the formation in the palace?

Could it be that he is the master in the palace?

Almost at the moment when Luo Wushu urged the formation, he saw a figure rushing towards the palace.

That figure is Lan Lingtian.

He was cautious by nature. At that moment, he sensed the danger and reacted instinctively.

Luo Wushu glanced at Lan Lingtian, who had fled outside the palace, and sighed slightly.

After all, it will take some time to activate the formation.

For a cautious expert like Lan Lingtian, this little time is enough for him to react.

"Why?" Luo Wushu looked at the ice armor horned magic dragon again, and said: "Actually, it's very simple!"

"The Moke Sword is not something to wait for. Even if Jian Wushuang looks down on it, how can he allow a cruel beast, his mount, to get the sacred weapon he has used?"

"This is not an alternative insult to the proud him."

Luo Wushu's words made the aura of the ice armor horned dragon become more violent, his eyes scarlet.

He knew that everything Luo Wushu said was true.

Moreover, that should be Jian Wushuang's true thoughts.

Otherwise, how could there be such a scene?

From beginning to end, it turns out that his fate is doomed, if he is imprisoned for life, he will die.

It turned out that Jian Wushuang, from beginning to end, didn't plan to let him live.

At this moment, he also suddenly understood why Jian Wushuang had to set up a formation to devour all the aura in the tomb.

This is not to limit the people entering the tomb, but to limit his power and cut off the possibility of his breakthrough.

It's really a ruthless method!

"You knew it from the beginning?" The Ice Armor Horned Demon Dragon stared at Luo Wushu with scarlet eyes.

No wonder, Luo Wushu can always be so calm.

Luo Wushu smiled, "If I knew it at the beginning, how could I let myself fall into such a dangerous situation? Life and death are in your mind."

"However, after entering the palace, there is indeed speculation that the pattern is not just a simple sword technique, but contains a sword formation."

"And the facts are indeed the same as I guessed."

"After understanding those swordsmanship and getting the Moko Sword, a killing formation aimed at you will also appear."

The ice armor horned dragon stared at Luo Wushu, and said coldly: "So you don't want the hero to save the beauty, but you just need the right time to come up with new rules of the game?"

The ice armor horned devil dragon became more and more angry, and he was actually pitted by a stinky hairy boy.

Moreover, he had never thought that someone could peep through the secret left by Jian Wushuang within an hour.

Isn't this guy very arrogant?

How could there be a secret that was so easy to be discovered?

The ice armor horned devil dragon roared again and again, and it was enough to be played with by Jian Wushuang for a lifetime.

In the end, he died on the calculations of a junior.

On his body, the violent meaning became more and more intense.

"Don't let you let go of the abnormal emotions that have been suppressed for so many years."

"If I dare to mention new rules of the game, you will be the first to eat the horror. How can you have this moment?"

Luo Wushu said lightly, "However, you can't really say what you did wrong."

"I'm also betting on my life. For an hour, if I want to see through all of this, I am afraid that it will be difficult to find a second person besides me."

"So, you didn't die unjustly!"

The Mo Ke sword in Luo Wushu's hand bloomed with more and more dazzling brilliance, making the entire palace tremble at this moment, and every pattern was lit up with dazzling light, turning into a complete array.

The sword screamed loudly, with a sky full of sword intent whizzing in the palace. This formation is a sword killing formation.

"Thank you for giving me time again to completely urge this sword formation."

A bright smile suddenly appeared on Luo Wushu's handsome face.

Hearing this, the ice armor horned devil dragon was taken aback, and immediately became more and more ferocious and furious.

"Dog humans..." The ice armor horned devil dragon was flowing with a terrifying cold light, and the unicorn on the dragon's head was filled with terrifying energy fluctuations, and rushed towards Luo Wushu's figure.

Luo Wushu's eyes narrowed slightly, and the Moke Sword in his hand was lifted. Suddenly, the endless sword intent in the palace filled it.

"Om!" There was a buzzing sound from the space, as if it was distorted, the Moko sword cut out, and a terrible storm of swords suddenly appeared, shrouded in the huge body of the ice armor horned devil dragon.

"Who is in charge?"

With the sword coming out, Luo Wushu let out a voice again.

"Bang bang bang!" The explosion sounded crazy, and as the sword formation was completely urged, the palace began to burst and collapse.

The storm of sword swallowed everything, and the ice armor horned devil dragon sensed that it was wrong and wanted to escape, but it was too late.

With the sword formation being completely urged, he has no way to escape.

The tragic sound came out of the storm, and in everyone's sight, the huge figure of the ice armor horned devil dragon continued to become illusory and gradually disappeared.

In the end, only an unwilling voice of immense resentment slowly echoed in the palace.

"Hate it!"

He hated Jian Wushuang, enslaved him, and deprived him of his freedom.

Hate myself more!

If you don't listen to the words of Xin Luo Wushu and play the game by changing the rules, how can there be such a scene?

At least, he will not die.

"Who is in charge?"

Luo Wushu's arrogant voice echoed in everyone's mind.

Looking at the invincible, extremely dazzling figure, his heart trembled violently.

Even Ye Tianxuan couldn't help feeling a shock in his heart.

A spirit beast whose strength was no less than his own, Yin Luo had no books, fell on the spot and turned into a fan.