When he felt the horror of Mo Wen's strength, this old thing knew in his heart that if he continued to let Mo Wen absorb the aura of heaven and earth, in the end, I am afraid that even he himself would not be able to retreat with his whole body.

With both hands waving again and again, he pinched out countless strange movements to attack, and for a while, the void around his body suddenly cracked countless bottomless cracks, and the infinite white heaven and earth aura poured out wildly from it, all of which merged into the hands of the guardian saint.

"Do you think you're the only one who can absorb these auras? Hmph, you're underestimating me, aren't you?" After absorbing these auras, the patron saint was already overwhelmed, and his face became as pale as paper, but the murderous aura in his eyes turned into two monstrous flames, burning and never extinguishing, and after the lore move was ready, he was already pushing towards the front.

"Whew!" For a while, countless forces surged out strangely towards all directions around Mo Wen's body, turning into countless rays of light and spilling wildly.

On the way to sprinkle it, this stream of crimson light suddenly rose against the wind, turning into countless huge flameworks, which continued to smash towards Mo Wen.

As soon as the guardian spirit made a move, it was a killing move, judging from this move, he was a killer to Mo Wen, this move, only in the face of a strong person of the same level, or a strong person with his own strength, the guardian spirit will use it, since he came out of the soul ring, he has never moved with people from the outside world.

Over the years, how could he know how much the outside world had changed? It can be seen from this that the importance and fear of Mo Wen in his heart have reached such a strong level.

"Squeak!" But this move made by the guardian spirit, when it reached a range of a few meters around Mo Wen's body, it collapsed in an instant and disappeared into flying ashes in a series of piercing and crisp sounds.

These few meters of distance, which is the enveloping range of Mo Wen, has become a complete vacuum, and no one, no force, can step into it.

These meters can be said to belong to Mo Wen's realm, he is the king and master here.

"Kill!" Mo Wen looked calm, and let out a soft snort without emotional fluctuations.

"Whew!" The lore finally arrived at the top of the guardian god's head less than a few meters away, and the momentum was completed, and it suddenly accelerated and slashed down.

"Huh!" Just as he was about to reach the top of the guardian god's head, the guardian god was not the slightest bit frightened, and with a wave of his hand, he had already tore through the void in front of him, and took out a palm-sized gem and blocked it above his head.

This thing, called the Linglong Colorful Stone, is a magic weapon against the sky of the guardian spirit, and its defensive properties are extremely amazing.

It is precisely because of this exquisite colorful stone that the guardian god is so fearless, because this stone is already close to the level of a high-grade artifact, even if it is an attack by a strong cultivator, it can barely resist it.

In the eyes of the Guardian Spirit, although Mo Wen was terrifying, the power of his killer move was absolutely unable to reach the level of divine cultivation, after all, his cultivation was placed there, how could he wield several orders of strength? Moreover, with the suppression of the strength of this boundary point, no matter how powerful Mo Wen was, he could not exert such a terrifying power, and a wisp of ecstasy flashed in the depths of the Guardian God's eyes.

His attack just now was not as simple as it seemed, and the real killing move was the follow-up Void Fire Divine Power.

This void fire is everywhere, as long as human beings have seven emotions and six desires, it will inevitably cause void fire to burn themselves, which is difficult to resist.

"The void fire of this god is invincible, Mo Wen will definitely die this time, haha......" The guardian saint seemed to see Mo Wen being burned into charcoal by the void fire, and couldn't help but open his mouth and laugh wildly.

But in an instant, the patronus was like a rooster that had been choked by the neck, and his laughter stopped abruptly, and his eyes were quickly replaced by a thick shock, because, at this moment, he heard a crisp click, coming from the top of his head.

With this tearing, piercing and crisp sound came out, the exquisite seven-colored stone, an anti-heaven artifact on the top of his head, was like paper paste, and was split away by Mo Wen.

"This ...... This is impossible, the Lingling Colorful Stone of this God is indestructible, but it can barely reach the blow of the Divine Cultivator, how can it be split by that young man of you?"

The exquisite colorful stone is not broken, don't ask how to split the exquisite colorful stone?

The Guardian Spirit's mind was spinning rapidly, and with a wave of his right hand, the exquisite colorful stone clock was once again blocking the top of his head.

"Click!" The same voice came out again, which had completely frightened the guardian saint, an old face, instantly became extremely white, without any blood, his exquisite colorful stone was once again slapped away by Mo Wen, and this time, this exquisite colorful stone was in Mo Wen's hands.

"Huh!" But after the exquisite colorful stone arrived in Mo Wen's hand, the crazy power above his head was also distorted, and it quickly collapsed, turning into wisps of smoke and dissipating.

With just one move, he broke the treasure that the guardian god thought could resist the attack of the god cultivator, although he did not successfully kill the guardian spirit, but this move was enough to be proud.

After all, this magic weapon is a top-level magic weapon, and it is a rare existence in the entire Huaxia Black Domain world.

Sensing that the power above his head was finally gone, the guardian spirit couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief, raised his right hand tremblingly, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, just now, he completely had a sense of discouragement, lest that the slash continued to fall, then he himself would definitely die.

The next moment, the patron saint's pupils that were staring at Mo Wen couldn't help but reveal a smug smile.