Yuan Mo looked up at this light curtain, calling out the monsters circling, their voices contained chaos and pain, even through protection, a harsh sound could be heard at this extremely close distance.

It's a little shrill but not as sharp as a woman's scream, but it's just irritating for no reason. How do you describe it? Hmm...... , like the sound of a broken nail scratching the blackboard, the sharp and slippery heart trembles, and I want to knock on my head.

If such a voice is suddenly heard in the middle of a battle, it may be your own life that is handed over after a pause.

After the formation was weakened layer by layer, only the magic sound of scraping the blackboard did not have any adverse effect on Yuan Mo, but Yuan Mo, who was already full of anger, heard this irritating sound, and immediately added fuel to the fire.

He snorted angrily and tore off the big gourd he was carrying, no matter what it contained, he raised it and smashed it at the overwhelming demon group above.

The gourd passed through the formation light curtain, becoming bigger and bigger, and wanted a huge grinding disc to rotate and bring up a hurricane gust, and the powerful tearing force tore apart the monsters on the light curtain, and countless flesh and blood fell like rain, and the sky above the black pressure suddenly had a touch of bright color.

Yuan Mo followed, and with the passage talisman on his body, he left the protection of the light curtain without hindrance, making Mu Xi, who wanted to communicate with him, stunned.

In their impressions, or they thought that this little Taoist boy who was a little thin by the side of Yongqing Daojun was just a little boy who was not very respectful to Daojun and loved to cause trouble.

When did this little boy they didn't care about have such a cultivation?

Destroy all demons in one move, and there are many powerful existences among them, which he can't do by himself.

Think about it, though, with no surprises.

If you don't have this strength, a Dao boy who is so wanton and unsubmissive, there is no need for Dao Jun to stay by his side, right?

He looked away before, although he had heard that this person was hanging around on the city wall, but except for the day when Daojun slay the demon, he really didn't pay attention to him at the rest of the time.

With this Yuan Mo Daotong here today, I think I can share a lot of pressure, and the pressure of the formation is smaller, and accordingly, there will be resources left to support it for a longer time, waiting for Daojun to come out.

Just as the new monks were suspicious of Yongqing Daojun because of their hearsay about the battle to slay demons, Mu Xi and other monks who defended the city with Daojun also trusted him from the battle they witnessed.

They were clearly visible behind the face of the Demon Lord, and the face of the Yongqing Daojun was shrouded in a faint mist from beginning to end, such a confident posture with spare strength, where was the manifestation of meeting the enemy of life and death.

Although Daojun has not appeared for a long time, he believes that Daojun is by no means a state of serious injury and dying in his mouth. It's a pity that people believe what they hear more than what they see, and most people believe what they infer more than what others tell......

Those boys would have thought that he had been hacked by the Dao Monarch's Six Swords! There was even the ill-intentioned speculation that he had been seeded by a demon and made a death contract......

I really don't know what I'm thinking, and I take Tianshufeng's identity too seriously, right?

Mu Xi was distracted and thought about his uneasy juniors, and when he came back to his senses, he saw a bright/beautiful crimson color above the sky.

Not the color of blood, the crimson flames, the brightness of the eye-catching.

The heat distorted the air, rippling like water.

The little boy above the void sat sideways on the gourd that had become larger, and as soon as he raised his hand, there was a flame like a scorching sun.

Fireballs roamed everywhere, and there was no wonder in the raging land.

Mu Xi saw that the little boy on the gourd tilted his head slightly, raised his palm, and thousands of red flames followed suit.

Yuan Mo raised his arm and tilted his head slightly, snapping his fingers in his ear.

Countless fireballs scattered into the air, scattered among the monsters.

Boom——!boom——!

Thousands of thunders and thunder are angry at the same time, and it is suspected that the Nine Heavens Mountains are falling.

The fireball exploded like thunder, and a grand fireworks burst out above Nighttown.

If it is said that the perilla has made them see the power of ice and snow before, it is sad, cold, and exquisite, but it is also beautiful.

So today, Yuan Mo let them see the power of the flame, scorching, explosive, magnificent and bright like a prosperous fireworks.

It's just that this grand fireworks, just like the ice sculpture under the Shiso sword, did not attract the admiration of others for the skill, nor did it win the cheers of the people.

The beauty of this fireworks is brutal.

Countless demons turned into flying ash stumps, and even the opposing Terrans couldn't help but tremble and shudder.

They don't see beauty, they only see the power and cruelty in their eyes.

Some people recognized that it was a little Taoist boy who was following Yongqing Daojun, a Taoist boy still had such great power, and they couldn't help but ask themselves: So is Yongqing Daojun really as rumored to be vulnerable?

After the war, the monks in the city, whether they were new or early, silently cleaned up the mess after the war.

The city was held again.

You can hold it next time, right?

Although I kept it, what about the next time?

This is the back hand left by that Dao Monarch before his retreat, right?

……

People turned their hearts around this different mind, and among the gossip, for this Yongqing Daojun stationed in the night city, the believers became more and more confident, and some of the unbelievers began to doubt, and some were even more frightened.

"Damn...... already ......" and his palm was forced, and the little cloud bird that had just stopped in his palm to peck was strangled to death by him.

Blood trickled down his fingers, and the blood-stained feathers fell lightly to the ground, representing the withering of a flower of life.

The childish/incomprehensible whisper still echoed in the ears, and the newborn cloud bird did not come to death before it could let out a cry of fear to its master, the fire of life was extinguished, and the soul was reduced to the netherworld with death.

He squinted his eyes, didn't care about burning the bird corpse in his hand, and took out a Jinpa, slowly wiping the blood between his fingers, and this blood-stained Jinpa also disappeared into the flames like the owner of the bloodstains.

has already attracted a lot of disciples who can even be called most of the disciples of the Star Pavilion, but this time, I don't know how many people will stand in the wait-and-see position again.

"Brother He?"

"Hemi, put the plan on hold for the next two days. ”

"Okay, brother. But in today's battle, some people ......"

"Don't worry about those timid wall grass, and bringing these people can only hold back. If you have the intention of retreating, don't contact it, and it won't work. ”

"So, senior brother, do you need a warning? ”

"No need, it's too late, don't blow this grass into other people's yards when the wind blows hard. ”

Kazuya understood. ”

"Let's go down. ”

"Yes. "A young man with an ordinary face exited the room, with good facial features but no features, and it seemed that he could find a similarity or two just by looking at that face and whomever he compared.

Leaving the room and walking in the sun, the young man's stiff facial features also gently stretched, and his eyebrows were sparse and a little heroic.

His pace seemed to be slow and hurried, and after a while he left a long way, and his ordinary face disappeared into the crowd.