Mo Huasong looked at the old ninja contemptuously: "Old man, your luck is really bad. If you had ascended to immortality earlier, you wouldn't have met me, and you wouldn't have been killed by my punch. ”

"Hahaha, it's really laughing at me, Mo Batian said to kill our old leader with one punch. The ninjas laughed.

Their old leader is so powerful that he is said to have lived for hundreds of years and has never made a move.

As soon as he appeared, the enemies were terrified and ran faster than rabbits.

Now Mo Batian dares to speak wildly, he really laughs at them.

Mo Huasong didn't speak, and flew forward, and at the same time, the fist in his hand was already clenched.

"I'd like to see what you, a centuries-old man, are capable of. Mo Huasong smiled contemptuously.

It's just a layer of foundation building, and he really laughs to death.

He can even deal with the master of the Jindan period, is he still afraid of this old ninja who has just recovered his strength and builds the foundation?

"Boom. ”

The shadow of the fist blasted towards the old ninja, and the powerful fist blade surged to the old ninja's side.

"Not good. When the old ninja saw Mo Huasong's move, he was so frightened that he hurriedly made a move.

But where could he resist Mo Huasong's attack, he just broke it at the touch of it, and the old ninja was sent flying.

"Ahh The old ninja flew dozens of meters and knocked down several buildings behind him, so that he stabilized his body.

"Old Chief, how are you?" the ninjas flew behind in fear.

The old leader is a martial artist, how could something happen?

Mo Huasong would not let go of these ninjas, and continued to laugh: "Come on, let me see if you have the ability to dare to say such big things?"

After saying that, Mo Huasong punched again, and the powerful fist shadow blasted towards the ninjas.

"We're fighting with Mobatian. The ninjas shouted angrily.

I saw them fly into the air all of a sudden, and the ninja knives and ninja needles in their hands shot forward violently.

If it was other masters, they would be killed by a combined attack like them in the morning.

But it's a pity that they met Mo Huasong, and when those ninja needles shot to Mo Huasong's side, they fell down one after another, and at the same time, Mo Huasong took out his sword.

The white light flashed, and the ninjas in front of them screamed and fell to the ground.

The little white sword was so fast that they couldn't even see what was going on, and they were killed.

When the old ninja crawled out of the ruins behind him and saw so many of his subordinates killed by Mo Huasong, he shouted angrily: "Mo Batian, what kind of strength are you?"

Mo Huasong smiled: "It doesn't matter what strength I have, the important thing is that in my eyes, your foundation building is useless, it's all rubbish." ”

"Can you leapfrog to deal with our foundation building strength masters?" the old ninja's eyes showed horror.

"Of course, old man, if you can come up with something good, I can spare you from death. Mo Huasong said with a smile.

The old ninja shook his head and said: "Impossible, you are a native of Huaxia and our enemy, even if I am broken, I will not let you go." ”

"Do you still have the ability to deal with me, didn't you beat you up just now?" Mo Huasong asked with interest.

"Hmph, Mo Batian, you underestimate our Black Shrine too much. Do you know why I've been here all along?" said the old ninja as he pulled out a sigil from his bosom.

Mo Huasong looked at the talisman with a sneer on his face: "You want to use the power of the talisman?"

"Of course not. The old ninja spat out a mouthful of blood into the sigil.

After the talisman encountered blood, it immediately glowed red after the old ninja secretly recited a spell.

"Black God, please give me strength. The old ninja shouted.

I saw that after the talisman was burned by the red light, a phantus immediately appeared.

Then the entire Black Shrine moved, and a lot of aura surged towards the old ninja.

All the trees in the Black Shrine have withered, as if they have been emptied.

Even the ground became extremely dry, and the old ninja at this time was like a powerful pumping machine, draining all the aura that could be pumped nearby.

And the strength of the old ninja also soared desperately, building the second and third layers of the foundation...... Six floors.

"Hahaha, Mo Batian, I'm now on the sixth floor of the foundation building stage, can you still beat me?" the old ninja laughed proudly.

Although he had absorbed all the data and resources of the Black Shrine, he was very excited to be able to make him advance to such a high level of strength all at once.

The Black Shrine is a little miserable, and in another hundred decades, it will definitely be able to prosper again.

Besides, the current strength is so high, after going to that world, let's find a way to compensate them.

It feels good to have strength, and the old ninja feels like he has a punch that blows the heavens and the earth.

"Boredom. Mo Huasong shot out contemptuously and punched the old ninja.

The old ninja also punched, which was dozens of dragon power, which made him full of confidence.

But when his fist collided with Mo Huasong's fist of five hundred dragon power, he immediately became dumb.

"Ahh The old ninja flew out upside down, his fist already shattered, and he saw Morimori's white bones.

At this time, the old ninja was seriously injured, and there was no way to fight Mo Huasong anymore.

"Black God, come and take in this hateful alien, he abolished our Black Shrine. The old ninja shouted angrily.

"Damn, old man, do you still want to have a face? You sucked all the aura of the Black Shrine away. "I don't know when, the fat dragon appeared behind Mo Huasong again.

Mo Huasong asked strangely, "Feilong, didn't you run away, why did you come back again?"

Just now, Mo Huasong saw that the fat dragon was beaten out of the formation by those ninjas, and he didn't know if it was the fat dragon's luck or if the matter was full of clues.

The fat dragon touched his head and said, "Hey, hey, after that old man absorbs all the aura and resources of the Black Shrine, that formation is also abolished, and I can go in and out directly." ”

He Fat Dragon is not a fool, those ninjas were killed by Mo Huasong, and the old ninjas were also beaten so that they couldn't take care of themselves, at this time he didn't come to take advantage of it, so didn't he come to the Black Country for nothing?

"No matter who it is, if you dare to provoke our Black Shrine, I will destroy you. "In the air, a dark shadow appeared, a man who looked a little ugly, and it was very dark.

When Mo Huasong saw the black shadow, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and exclaimed in surprise: "Black boy, is it you?"

"What? Damn alien, you dare to call me by my nickname?" The black shadow was none other than the Black Shrine's protector, the Black God.

The name Black Box is only called by others in their world. And in this world, who doesn't respectfully call him the Black God.

The black god was furious, and he wanted to break Mo Huasong's body into ten thousand pieces.

"It seems that your black evil skills have not been changed, and every time you get angry, the brow is not dark enough. Mo Huasong laughed.

This black god is Mo Huasong's former junior in the Blue Fall Department, he is very combative, and he can be regarded as a member of the Blue Fall Department.

At this time, the black god had not yet gone to the Blue Fall system, and was still a cultivator in the cultivation realm, and now he was the strength of the ninth layer of the foundation.

(End of chapter)