The gray robe was still in a trance.

The young man in front of him was raising his toes, the breeze and the moon were clear in the distance, and the pictures seemed to flow in front of his eyes, becoming blurred, and the sound of the wind and the tidal cry at the foot of the mountain seemed to be a series of incoherent and indistinct whispers in his mind.

The grey robe still feels hallucinating... Impossible, impossible, he cried out in his heart a hundred times that it was impossible.

Mo Xiaohe is just a settler, even if he forges his body and has a strong body, it is impossible to resist his atomized void true power, not even Cangsheng.

He saw that Mo Xiaohe had been invaded and swallowed by his own mist... Before that, even if he released that strange footwork, he had already been corrupted by the true power and disappeared into heaven and earth.

Yes, he really saw that Mo Xiaohe had disappeared.

But now Mo Xiaohe is standing in front of him.

The middle finger and index finger of the severed right hand suddenly became extremely painful, and the sharp knife in Mo Xiaohe's hand became extremely dazzling.

A person who has entered the meditation cannot treat him like this, and no one can treat him like this.

The pain instantly turned into hysterical rage.

He stretched out his hand and pinched Mo Xiaohe's neck with great precision.

He's going to kill him, he's going to kill him... No one can stop it today, not even the king of heaven.

...

One by one, the swarming laborers fell.

The slaves, generals, deacons, and even the lords of the three major forces, such as Mo Di and Geng Xuan, rushed into the battlefield as soon as possible... This group of low-level laborers was destroyed like ants in front of them.

But the laborers with enthusiasm in their hearts are like moths to a fire, one after another, charging forward like a wave, without flinching at all.

They have been on their knees for too long... This is the only chance to resist, the only hope of victory.

Those who charge behind are not afraid of death, and those who charge in front naturally put life and death out of the way.

Boom, explosion, the yellow sand ground was instantly smashed out of countless deep pits... Three young men jumped out of the sky, a woman in a straitjacket, a man with a handlebar, and a drinker with a flask in his hand. Immediately after that, thousands of monkeys and orangutans jumped from the sky.

Giant Eagle, White Crane, Roc... All kinds of large flying birds hovered under the high altitude of the Baili Spirit Vein.

They are torn between the three major forces and tens of thousands of laborers... The situation was reversed in an instant, and the servants and leaders of the three major forces were instantly torn to pieces by the demon beasts.

...

"Cangsheng, you're crazy!"

"Cangsheng, you're crazy!"

As two low roars rushed from the sky, the people and horses on both sides looked blankly at the sky and suddenly stopped.

The hegemon of the three major forces appeared.

...

The man surnamed Kura stood on the top of the hill in the night, and he sat on his knees, drunk carelessly.

Mu Zhizhang of Mujiadi, Yuan Liu of Ambiguous Island, and Geng Yuhuai of Geng Huaiguo, the three of them stood parallel in front of him... The coercion of the three of them was all released, and the cool desert in the middle of the night instantly became a stuffy furnace, suffocating in people's chests, and many laborers with low strength spurted blood to death on the spot.

Kurao still brushed his beautiful face with ease, and looked past the three of them into the distance.

On the top of the Hundred Miles Spirit Vein Mountain in the distance, the gray robe was pinching Mo Xiaohe's neck, and his fist was pounding on the latter's body like a storm... But the armor on Mo Xiaohe's body didn't move at all, not even a trace of scratches.

The gray robe who felt the gaze turned the fleshless face, his pupils dilated countless times, and the bulging black eyes stared viciously at the direction of Cangsheng like a devil... Then he took a leap to his knees.

....

"Hello, I have no children, no daughters, no parents, no slaves... There's nothing to worry about, so, I'm going to fight with you. ”

Even though he was desperately trying to control his emotions, he could still see that the chest of the gray robe was bullying, and every word he said was trembling, "I'm going to drag you down... Tonight, all your apprentices will be killed by the three major forces. ”

The gray robe was angry.

He looked at Mu Zhizhang in Mujiadi, who nodded.

Yuan Liu of Ambiguous Island was silent.

Geng Huaiguo's Geng Yuhuai looked at his daughter and didn't know what he was thinking.

...

"Guilin Mountain does not accept threats!"

"Cangsheng, you're really useless!"

When no one spoke, the grumpy senior sister Yu Tong let out a low roar, raised the sword in her hand high, and slashed down at the top of the gray robe's head as soon as she shot it into the air.

The gray robe pursed his eyebrows with disdain, looking at Senior Sister Yu Tong, just like looking at the snow falling in the sky, he waved his sleeves gently... Yu Tong flew out like a snowflake, smashing the mountain collapse and cracking the ground of the master in the distance, spitting blood from his mouth.

The second senior brother with a broom and the third senior brother with a wine jug followed by... One whipped his legs, the other punched, but he was slapped twice by the skinny gray robe, and they fell to the ground one after another, unable to struggle.

Holding a "useless sword", Mo Xiaohe, who was wearing armor, appeared out of thin air when he stepped out of Guilin... The gray robe pinched his neck again with one hand, and kicked it away, like a bow and arrow being shot, and he didn't know where he was.

This is the gray robe.

This is the power of the gray robe.

Second only to the three hegemons.

...

At this moment, Guilin Mountain faced the overlords of the three major forces and the gray-robed people, and only Cangsheng who did not dare to make a move was left.

"You are wrong, the fault is that you should not accept this group of apprentices, let alone bring them out. ”

"You can run, but your apprentice can't, so you lose. ”

The gray robe's voice was very calm, "But before you lose, in order to avenge your little apprentice Mo Xiaohe's sword... I'm going to punish you. ”

As he spoke, the gray robe grabbed the second senior brother Jiang Kong, who was paralyzed on the ground, with one hand, and pressed the latter's neck... Then he looked at Cangsheng, and his hoarse voice became fierce, "Kneel down and beg for mercy... Otherwise, your apprentice will die. ”

Kurao was still sitting in a very relaxed position, he was drinking, and he didn't seem to hear the gray robe talking.

He looked at Jiang Kong, who would explode and die as long as the gray robe moved slightly, as if he was looking at a stranger who had nothing to do with him.

The second senior brother was like a patient with cervical spine necrosis, and he turned his head with difficulty to look at his master... His master, Cangsheng, was also looking at him.

The master and apprentice were speechless.

The master and apprentice smiled at each other.

Cangsheng suddenly took a big sip of wine, and the spring breeze looked proudly at the yellow sand desert in the distance, and smiled with relief... Of the fourteen apprentices, twelve of them regarded themselves as wastes who had nothing to worry about. Except for the little junior sister Jian Dan, it seems that only this second apprentice, Jiang Kong, knows himself best.

"Don't pretend to be garlic, everyone in the world knows that you cherish your apprentice more than your own life. ”

The gray robe's fingers clenched slightly, Jiang Kong's neck came with a click of bones shattering, his eyes, nose, ears, mouth... Filthy blood flowed from the four orifices.

The second senior brother Jiang Kong was dying.

"Give you another chance. ”

The gray-robed voice grew deeper and deeper, "Kneel." ”

Cangsheng, who was drinking, suddenly jerked his face.