The earth-shattering sound alarmed Chen Dao and Mo Huan, the laughter of the positive progression rushed everywhere, getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer, Mo Huan felt several powerful forces in front of him from afar, as well as the oppressive breath, he tried to persuade Chen Dao not to get closer to the front, but Chen Duan seemed to be fascinated, did not listen to the slightest advice, and still ran like a front.

Knowing the whole truth, Mo Huan still chose to forgive this man who was stumbling in front of him, she believed that the person he loved was also constantly bewitched by Huangfu Shengchen to commit those crimes.

But now Mo Huan, who was closely following Chen Du's steps, had a strong confusion in his heart, was he really that stupid man who was harmless to humans and animals? Is he really just bewitched by others? Does he care about himself at all?

Mo Huan already had answers to these questions in his heart, but he never believed that those answers were the truth.

Mo Huan now thinks quietly, she is indeed ridiculous, she fell in love with someone who shouldn't be in love, the life she wants is as simple as Mo Tears, plain and bland, and spend her life without twists and turns, but now this slightly crazy man in front of her obviously can't bring him such a life, he seems to be still remembering the mission of coming here.

Truly. Chen Dao has never forgotten everything entrusted by Huangfu Shengchen, and in order to complete all this, he can even risk his own life.

And not far away, the scattered dense fog slowly gathered again, and I saw that the ink tears manipulated the sword of the ten thousand thunderbolts split out by the Great Fan Holy Body, and the ground was instantly shattered, but the Red Lotus Saint King stood straight in the most dense broken place, stretched out his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking extremely calm.

Gradually, his body slowly took off, his calm face changed greatly, becoming crazy and hideous, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed, in an instant, he returned to calm, his eyes stared at the ink tears wrapped in golden light, and said wildly, "Haha, haha, I almost died in your hands, you have been recognized by me, you have cultivated like this, you can hurt me, today, my Red Lotus Shengchen is willing to serve you as the strongest ant." ”

In the face of the madness of the Red Lotus Holy King, he ignored it, reached out to cover his mouth and coughed violently, and the blood continued to stay along his hand. ”

Mo Tear knew that the hope of winning was extremely slim, and he thought that he would seize the opponent's flaws and make a supreme blow. If you don't kill the other party, you can be seriously injured, but now there is no way to leave a trace of blood at the corner of the opponent's mouth. The strength of the other party was beyond his imagination, and he squinted slightly to see He Sen underground, and his heart was even more cold.

He Sen suddenly attacked, throwing out a powerful and heavy palm to slap like the White Lotus Saint King, but he didn't expect that a black figure flashed, smoothly blocking in front of the White Lotus Saint King.

He Sen's full force hit the chest of the inverted black figure with a single blow, only shaking the opponent half a step, He Sen raised his head in horror and quickly retreated.

That black figure was none other than the Black-faced Saint King, and until now, he was still standing with his hands on his back, his cheeks still full of smiles.

Black Lotus Shengchen said kindly, "Your Excellency's sneak attack behind your back is really not a gentleman's doing. ”

It wasn't until now that Bai Lian came back to her senses, turned around slowly, beat his body of more than two hundred catties angrily, and scolded with her fingers, "You dead old man, dare to plot against Miss Ben, see if I don't beat you to death." ”

Black Lotus Shengchen couldn't help but laugh again and again, turned his head slightly, and said, "Xiaobai, you are almost a few thousand years old, what about Miss?"

The White Lotus Saint King glanced at him fiercely, and his heart was extremely speechless, so he had to force his words, "Miss Ben is a thousand years old, and she will always be twenty years old, isn't it?"

"Okay, okay, okay. It's good if you're happy. The Black Lotus Saint King nodded with a smile.

He Sen saw that in the atmosphere of you at this moment, these two weirdos were still talking and laughing, hip-hopping, he was extremely puzzled, but he knew that the other party was probably already confident.

In fact, the Black Lotus Saint King and the White Saint King have known each other since they were young, they were born almost at the same time in a small village that extremely believed in the gods, and when the Black Lotus Saint King was born, there was thunder in the sky, and they had just landed, which frightened their parents alive.

It is also different from ordinary people, what the Black Lotus Holy King experienced is completely different from what the Red Lotus Holy King suffered, the Black Lotus Holy King is deeply loved by these villagers who believe in the gods because of his peculiar complexion, although he lives a poor life, but he has been smiling since he was a child, and he is even more lovable.

And the White Lotus Holy King of the same village with him, who was born in a family of landlords, was not peculiar when he was born, but was thin and weak, and was bullied by those naughty children, and later I don't know which unlucky king also gave him a way to let him eat hard, as the so-called fat pound is strong and strong, so she ate it, and she has today's amazing physique.

In this village with extremely strange beliefs, once something unusual happens. It will be regarded as a manifestation of the gods. And there has never been a black boy and a girl weighing more than 200 pounds, naturally by this group of villagers as a god-like worship, and it is because of this that they have intersected, and at the same time have become friends who have nothing to say, even if they have seen through the warmth and coldness of the world, they still maintain a trace of childlike innocence.

At this moment, He Sen was extremely calm and analyzed, and did not dare to make rash moves.

And on the side of Mo Tears, the Holy Body of Dafan has come out, and there is obviously no way to retreat, and he must fight quickly, otherwise as time passes little by little, his body will also be overwhelmed, and finally he will be defeated without a fight.

Mo Tear gasped and frantically adjusted the true yuan in his body, he knew very well that with his current state, he could only make the last desperate fight.

Ahhh

The Red Lotus Saint King blinked for a moment, and through the faint golden light, he saw the faint flash of purple thunder around the man who roared in pain, and in a trance, he saw that the black eyes of the ink tears were like ten thousand thunderbolts, as vast as the deep sea, emitting a hissing blue light.

This is the weirdest scene he has ever seen in his life, and he still doesn't understand at the moment, why can an ant have such strange strength, why can it be so tenacious? But he knows that this ant is not the little strong that can never be killed, at this moment, this ant will not go further, but has gradually weakened.

Mo Tear abandoned the sword in his hand, and suddenly opened his hands, and ten thousand thunderbolts rolled and roared in his palms, and almost at the same time, the huge mortal holy body also appeared purple and silver thunder, like ten thousand birds singing in unison, resounding all over the earth.

Mo Tear's face suddenly trembled, his body staggered, and he coughed loudly again, and the spittle stars were sprayed with strong blood.

"Oh!" he frowned, endured the pain, and roared loudly, then his gaze struggled and rushed up.

Looking at the Red Lotus Saint King who was like a golden body with thunder and thunder swinging at him, he did not have the slightest fear in his heart, he had already witnessed the most fearful thing in the world in his life.

The dearest and beloved ones are dying in front of them, but they can only roar and wail weakly. This is the most terrifying thing, and the coming of death in place is even more terrifying.

The Red Lotus Saint King didn't have the slightest intention of dodging, he retreated half a step very calmly, turned his waist and squatted, his arm exerted force, and he was ready to punch.

Compared to the huge fist of the Great Mortal Holy Body, the Red Lotus Saint King's entire person was only the size of an ant, and such a face-to-face collision would have already been heard of in most people's minds.

There was a loud bang. The wavy Yu Wei rippled around, lifting the long hair at the corners of everyone present, He Sen's long white hair fluttered, in the face of such a big shock, he didn't move at all, staring at the black man in front of him, he knew very well that if there was a little distraction at this moment, the result would be to die here.

Chen Du and Mo Tear, who had just arrived, were blown by Yu Wei and almost couldn't open their eyes, Mo Huan blocked his eyes with his arm, and in a trance, he saw a ball of golden light floating in the middle of the air like shredded paper, and gradually, the golden light completely dissipated, revealing a black falling figure, she chuckled in her heart, panicked instantly, and was deeply stunned in place.

Seeing this, Chen Du grabbed her, pressed her to the ground, and carefully hid it so as not to be discovered.

Mo Tear's body fell weakly, he forced his eyes open, exerted his last bit of strength, and roared, "The sword is coming?"

Bai Yuan jumped slightly on the ground, and then a snow-white flew to Mo Tear's hand, and Mo Tear did his best to throw it quickly, Bai Yuan broke through the air and roared out of his hand.

Bai Yuan stabbed inch by inch into the body of the Red Lotus Saint King, who had long thought that the outcome had been decided. Mo Tear opened the corner of his mouth and took out a smile, closed his eyes weakly, and said weakly in his heart, "I tried my best." ”

The Purple Lotus Saint King, who had been watching the battle like a child, saw a white light pierce into the Red Lotus Saint King's chest, and then a trace of blood rolled and dripped down, she asked eagerly, "Old Hong, are you okay?"

The Red Lotus Saint King slowly fell, his face was slightly painful, he stretched out his scarred fist that was still emitting green smoke, grabbed Bai Yuan, threw it hard, threw it at will, and said calmly, "This little injury, you can't die." ”

Tom's body slammed to the ground, making a muffled sound. Lin Xiaomu and Da Xi Yaoshui hurriedly ran forward, squatted down and called.

At this moment, the real victory or defeat has been decided, even if He Sen has the power to reach the heavens at this moment, it is difficult to turn the defeat.

The Red Lotus Saint King turned his head slightly, slowly walked towards Mo Tear, and said calmly, "Ants are always ants, and they will not change in any way. You'd better give up your resistance. Otherwise, I can guarantee that you will die worse than him. ”

Lin Xiaomu and Da Xi Yaoshui instantly became fierce and abnormal, and tacitly blocked in front of Mo Tear. In an instant, the Red Lotus Saint King disappeared, and then appeared behind them, grabbed Mo Tear's neck, lifted him up deadly, and said with a smile, "Life is really big! ”

Lin Xiaomu and Da Xi Yaoshui no longer dared to act rashly, and begged for mercy directly, "If you let him go, you will take our lives." ”

The Red Lotus Saint King laughed directly and said, "When did the ants become so affectionate and righteous, but isn't your life in our hands at this moment? I want you to die, and you must die. How can you be so stupid that you can take something I already have control over and trade his life?"

"Then what do you want?" Da Xi Yaoshui roared angrily.

"I just want to strangle him slowly, what a wonderful thing it is to look at him with a look of anger, don't you think?" the Red Lotus Saint King said with a gloomy smile.

Lin Xiaomu and Da Xi Yaoshui were already angry, and the life of Mo Tear was in the hands of this person, and they didn't dare to act rashly. The Red Lotus Saint King's hand slowly exerted force, his face full of excitement.

Suddenly, a pale pink figure flashed, and a thin sword qi slashed straight into the hand of the Red Lotus Saint King, he instinctively let go, and the ink tears fell quickly, Lin Xiaomu saw the opportunity, swooped out, and took the ink tears with him, and slid out a few feet.

And the pale pink figure was Mo Huan, she ignored Chen Du's obstruction, and suddenly burst into tears and attacked.

The Red Lotus Saint King, who had his arm cut, was already annoyed and angry, and he couldn't care about saving his strength anymore, but fortunately, he finally broke out of the ground, he wanted to die with his true strength, and once crushed this group of people but he acted recklessly, ignorant and ridiculous.

But just as he was about to make a move, the whole immeasurable realm trembled earth-shatteringly, and each of them staggered and looked around eagerly.

Only Chen Du, who was still hiding in the white mist, saw an extremely strange scene not far away. The mood that had no hope was instantly rekindled.