Mo Lao Zu came after Su Luo's breath, and at this time, he directly entered the Northern Desert camp. Ice @ Fire! Chinese

At this time, Mo Old Ancestor was standing in mid-air, looking at the people who came and went below, he was suddenly angry!

Because he found that these people were all wearing the same clothes.

In this way, he can't find his food at all!

Damn it!

Mo Laozu was played by Su Luo along the way, and he was already on the verge of anger, and when he saw this hateful camp, his anger suddenly burst out like magma!

For a time, a strong coercion enveloped the entire camp.

The soldiers of the Northern Desert below, who were originally happily barbecing around the bonfire, suddenly mourned one by one, and their hearts were shrouded in the shadow of death.

"Die-!!" Mo Old Ancestor's palm contained endless cold air, surging out like waves!

Countless hailstones burst down in the air.

"Oh my God, what the hell is going on? How can it hail at night?"

"Who is that dirty old man in mid-air, who threw these hailstones down?"

"Run, run!"

"Ah, my head—"

"Help—"

For a while, the camp, which was originally very happy, suddenly fell into a ghost prison, and countless noises, cries for help, and shouts became noisy.

You know, this is not a team of 100 people, nor is it a team of 10,000 people, not a whole million people, but a whole million heroes! A whole million people are fleeing in all directions, what kind of consequences will this cause?

Step on!

No doubt it's a stampede!

The hail that fell vertically in mid-air contained a powerful killing aura, and as soon as they were hit, these soldiers would immediately break their heads and bleed, and their whole people would be shattered into slag.

So, countless people want to run, and countless people want to run.

However, this black oppressive camp is completely enveloped, where can they run?

At this time, Zhao Dashuai, who was still triumphant just now, looked at the scene in front of him, and suddenly the whole person was dumbfounded.

"What's going on!! Zhao Dashuai was so angry that he was about to vomit blood.

That's a million people. In order to attack the Eastern Jin Dynasty, His Majesty mobilized all the elite troops to him, but-

Zhao Dashuai looked at the countless corpses and blood in front of him, his whole face turned pale, and his body could barely stand.

"Oh my God, that one is—" When he saw clearly who the person who was flying hail in mid-air, Zhao Dashuai's body shook, and a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly.

Isn't the Mo family of Weiyang Palace an alliance with the Northern Desert Imperial Family? How could they take the lead in attacking the Northern Desert? Could it be that the Mo family and the Southern Palace Imperial Family of the Eastern Jin Dynasty have joined forces? Moreover, for the sake of this earthly war, they actually dispatched the ancestor of the Mo family!

Zhao Dashuai's whole person was about to go crazy, his eyes were full of bright red bloodshots, his face was stiff because of excessive fright, and his muscles trembled for a while.

"Mo, Mo Ancestor...... Please, stop, stop!" Zhao Dashuai shouted in panic.

Rao was the commander of a million-strong army, but in front of such a powerful peerless master, his voice involuntarily trembled a little, revealing the deepest panic in his heart.

Zhao Dashuai's voice carried a trace of spiritual power, which was quite obvious in the noisy venue.

Mo Lao Zu was releasing his spiritual power to find Su Luo at this time, and when he heard the sound, he turned his head to look over with disdain.

Seeing Mo Lao Zu looking over, Zhao Dashuai was immediately overjoyed, and he was about to cry in surprise: "What do you old man want, just give an order, please, don't hail again." ”

Hail was originally God's prerogative, but how could the current Mo Ancestor not control a heaven and earth?