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Mo Wentian suppressed the shocking emotions in his heart, returned to that cold state of mind again, looked at Chu Xuan indifferently, and said, "Senior Brother Chu Xuan, I didn't expect you to be so powerful.

With the cultivation of the seventh order of the Martial King, he actually fought with me to this point, and the name of the first day of the Shenxiao Holy Sect fell on your head, and I Mo Wentian was convinced!"

Although Mo Wentian was a very proud genius, he was not blinded by pride and became a megalomaniac, he clearly understood in his heart that Chu Xuan, who was just a seventh-order cultivator of the Martial King, would be in this situation with him, if Chu Xuan was at the same level as him......

No, he doesn't even need to cultivate at the same level, as long as Chu Xuan is promoted to the realm of the Invincible Martial King, I'm afraid he won't be Chu Xuan's opponent at all!

Hearing Mo Wentian's heartfelt praise, Chu Xuan immediately grinned, but he didn't answer in a hurry, his body shook, and the dragon scale-like light patterns on his body squirmed, exuding a power with the taste of immortality.

That is the power that belongs to the Immortal Treasure Tree, Chu Xuan's new Creation Divine Body, with the original Creation Divine Body as the core, with the Immortal Treasure Tree and the Dragon Clan's bloodline as the auxiliary, after fusing together, not only has the power of the original Creation Divine Body, but also the cultivation of the Dragon Clan's bloodline, and the powerful recovery power of the Immortal Treasure Tree.

That immortal power erupted, like an invisible hand, pressing Chu Xuan's broken bones back into his body, and healed quickly at an astonishing speed.

After doing this, Chu Xuan raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes still flashed with a crazy look and fiery battle intent, staring at Mo Wentian not far away, and said modestly: "Senior Brother Mo Wentian, it's over!"

Mo Wentian could see that Chu Xuan was healing, but he didn't care about these at all, and said in a cold voice: "However, Senior Brother Chu Xuan, I think you can only force me to this point, then, let this game end!"

"It seems that Senior Brother Mo Wentian is trying to use the means of pressing the bottom of the box to deal with me!" Hearing this, Chu Xuan immediately said with a smile, but although he had a smile on his face, there was an extremely dignified light flashing in his eyes.

Because when Mo Wentian's words fell, he suddenly felt an extremely dangerous feeling, and that dangerous feeling made his hair stand on end, his muscles and muscles tightened, and the blood in his body seemed to solidify.

It's as if there is a poisonous snake, or a demon, hiding in the shadows, accumulating a killing blow that will be launched against him at any time.

"Not bad!"

Mo Wentian didn't mean to deny it at all, nodded, and then he stopped talking nonsense, and quickly pinched out a seal with both hands, which was suddenly endless, and the black light filled with a strong aura of death surged out of his body like a river and a sea.

At this moment, Mo Wentian's body seemed to have become a gate of hell, and it was the kind that was wide open, and the black light like the waves was the millions of evil ghosts that rushed out of the gate of hell.

Seeing this scene makes people's scalp numb and their limbs weak.

At this moment, the seal in Mo Wentian's hand suddenly changed, it was endless, filled with a monstrous aura of death, and suddenly seemed to be held by a pair of invisible big hands, and it was forcibly pinched into a huge, ancient, pitch-black rune, suspended in the void.

"The Immortal is coming!"

In the moment of the condensation of the ancient black runes, Mo Wentian's Adam's apple squirmed, and a strange syllable was emitted, as if he was performing some kind of ritual, and when those syllables fell, his face suddenly turned white, but countless strands of red blood poured out of the pores of his body.

Those crimson blood are not ordinary blood, but the essence blood in Mo Wentian's body, each wisp contains majestic and pure energy, this wisp of crimson essence blood, like a blood snake, in the void to draw a tortuous trajectory, poured into the ancient black rune.

And that ancient pitch-black rune, like a greedy monster, devoured all the essence and blood, and suddenly on the ancient black rune, countless blood threads appeared, and then those blood threads converged in the center, forming an eyeball like a blood-colored light cluster.

When this scene was generated, a terrifying aura suddenly spread out from the ancient black runes, enveloping the heavens and the earth, and in an instant, this space seemed to become dark, giving people a terrifying and terrifying feeling as if they had come to hell.

When Chu Xuan saw this scene, his pupils immediately constricted into a dangerous needle.

This is not because of the change in the current environment, which frightened him, but Mo Wentian's move was obviously at the cost of sacrificing essence blood to launch an attack, and with Mo Wentian's cultivation, he also needed to use the means of sacrificing essence blood to urge the attack, you can imagine how terrifying the power of this attack is.

No wonder Mo Wentian has self-confidence and relies on this trick to win or lose!

"Boom!"

At the moment when Chu Xuan's pupils shrank, the ancient black rune shook suddenly, and suddenly released a thick and incomparably black beam of light like a pillar of heaven, which rose violently and incomparably into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Wentian shook his palm and threw the death sickle in his hand into the air, the death sickle rose against the storm, and between breaths, the volume skyrocketed at least hundreds of times, becoming extremely huge.

Click!

At the same time, a cracking sound sounded, attracting everyone's eyes, and they immediately saw that a crack broke out above the dark pillar of light, and the crack continued to expand to both sides.

When the crack widened to a certain extent, a tall, black phantom in a black robe floated out of the huge crack, and then stretched out a miserable white palm and grasped the gigantic Death Scythe.

The black phantom floated quietly in the void, without sound, without exuding any momentum, if it weren't for the black robe, a pair of eyes flashing with a faint light appeared, and a miserable white palm poked out, holding the death scythe.

I'm afraid that everyone present will think that this is nothing more than a huge black cloth, suspended in the void.

However, it was this black shadow that did not exud any aura and did not emit the slightest movement, when Chu Xuan saw him, he felt that his scalp was about to explode, even if he was resolute, he couldn't help but panic a little.

This black shadow is like the Hades and the Grim Reaper who dominates death in the hell!

Just when Chu Xuan's face changed drastically, the dark eyes of the god of death suddenly locked on Chu Xuan's figure, and suddenly, Chu Xuan felt as if he had been imprisoned in the void, and he couldn't move at all, and the soul in the Mud Pill Palace was also beating violently uneasily.

Seem...... It was as if the soul was snatched away by the eyes of the black shadow of the god of death.

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