"Is this the Floating Slaughter Saint that you've always been proud of?"

Mo Wuchen sneered, his gaze swept to Long Heng, who was slightly pale, "I don't think it's very good." ”

"You!"

Long Heng's face was difficult to see, the Futu Holy Soldier, this is the supreme treasure of the Dragon Clan, for thousands of years, in this large array composed of twelve holy soldiers, no one has ever been able to break out alive.

But now, the strength of the God-King Body is far beyond expectations.

That kind of power is like an ancient god, and a single punch can shatter everything!

"Kill!"

At the same time, behind Mo Wangchen, the other eleven dragon powerhouses also attacked, and eleven terrifying attacks came, covering Mo Wangchen's body from all around, so that he had nothing to hide.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Mo Wuchen waved his golden fist, confronting with his physical body, with Haotian Divine Secret Protective Body, his Divine King Body is equivalent to a peerless holy soldier, in this world, there is no magic weapon, it is better than him using the Divine King Body to fight against these Futu Holy Soldiers.

In the face of the onslaught of more than a dozen dragon clan powerhouses, Mo Wuchen deduced the Haotian Divine Technique and the Creation Immortal Sutra to the extreme, and in addition to resisting, he could also carry out fierce counterattacks.

"Bang!"

He seized the opportunity and smashed the Futu Saint Soldier in the hands of a dragon powerhouse, and then killed the other party in the blink of an eye with a clean attack.

By now, among the twelve Ancient God Realm powerhouses of the Dragon Clan, one person had died, and the Holy Soldiers had been destroyed, even if it was just an imitation, but for the Dragon Clan, it must have been a huge loss.

What's more, in the face of such a predicament, Mo Wuchen was puzzled and did not fall into a downward position, but became more and more courageous, and took the lead in beheading one of the twelve ancient gods, which immediately made all the cultivators who had witnessed this battle extremely surprised in their hearts.

"Is his strength already terrifying to this extent......

Eastern Wilderness, somewhere in the demon clan, until the beginning of the war, Demon Wuliang has not stopped observing this battle, and now, he has already been extremely surprised in his heart.

Mo Wuchen's combat power in the battle subverted his cognition.

Those twelve Futu Holy Soldiers, if they were placed in their demon clan, almost every one of them could be called a peerless treasure, however, it was such a holy relic, and with the power of the twelve ancient god realms, they couldn't help but get the slightest bit of Mo Forgetchen.

Thinking back to the past, he fought fiercely against the god king body on the Langya Mountain Range, and although he lost that battle, the gap between him and Mo Wuchen was not too big, how did he know that after so many years, the other party had grown to the point where it is now.

Even if he has stepped into the first order of the Ancient God Realm, the current Mo Wuchen can only be an existence to look up to!

"Master ......"

North Hell, Ten Directions.

Zhang Feng and the Old Holy Master, including many disciples of the Dan Sect, were now gathered in the square, although this battle was far away from the Ten Directions Domain, but because the intensity was too amazing, even here, they could barely see some of the battle process.

Seeing that Mo Wuchen was brave and invincible, he took the lead in cutting off one of the enemies, whether it was Zhang Feng or those disciples of the Dan Sect, now there was an incomparably excited look on his face.

"This is our Pavilion Master of Mo Pavilion!"

In the Yunchu Academy, almost all the disciples of Mo Pavilion gathered in front of the main hall of Mo Pavilion, standing in front of Mo Wangchen's statue, their eyes far into the sky, and their eyes were extremely excited and excited.

"The chicks of the year, now, have truly become eagles, fighting in the sky, invincible in all worlds!"

In the Yunhuang Palace, Jun Muqing and Yunhuang stood together, naturally they also witnessed all the processes of this battle, she couldn't help but sigh, over the years, every time the news of Mo Wuchen came back, she was extremely surprised.

The growth of the other party is too amazing, like moving forward, nothing and nothing can stop his pace.

However, it was such a person, in her eyes back then, she was once considered a natural waste young master!

The Four Regions of Tiannan, no matter who it was, as long as they saw this battle, they were all shocked by Mo Wuchen's strength.

The former Young God King, by now, is the real first person in Tiannan for all eternity!

"These villains are so annoying, they have all chased here, and when I get stronger in the future, I will definitely help Daddy deal with them. ”

In a certain city not far from the Ethereal Palace, Meng Yurou took Xiao Mingyue to play here, and the two were also alarmed by the battle, Xiao Mingyue snorted, and a kind of anger appeared on her face.

Meng Yurou touched her little head and said with a smile, "When Mingyue grows up, you can't be like your father, who fights and kills every day, so no one dares to marry." ”

"Mingyue doesn't want to get married, Mingyue wants to stay by her father and mother's side all the time. She pouted.

......

At the same time, in the high altitude thousands of miles away from this city, above Yaochi, the space had already collapsed in a large area, and the intensity of this battle had obviously reached the critical point that the Tiannan Barrier could bear.

Don't forget the dust alone, fighting eleven ancient clan god realm powers holding floating slaughter holy soldiers.

He had to admit that these Futu Holy Soldiers were indeed extraordinary, even if they were using their own god-king bodies, it would be extremely difficult to truly destroy them.

Since the war, he has been stained with blood in white clothes, and after beheading the first master of the dragon clan, until now, there are people who have been beheaded by Mo Wangchen, and the twelve ancient gods of the dragon clan have descended, and now there are only nine people left.

Under the continuous attack and pressure of their Futu Holy Soldiers, even though Mo Wuchen had a god king body, until now, he would inevitably suffer some injuries, including those masters of the dragon clan, who also had many injuries on his body at this moment.

The white clothes were stained with blood, and Mo Wuchen couldn't tell whether this blood belonged to him or those dragon masters.

Although his body had suffered some trauma, for the God King Body, it could only be regarded as a skin injury at most, and it had almost no effect.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The war continued, and by now, Mo Wuchen had already taken the initiative, his divine body was unstoppable, and he fought the remaining nine dragon clan powers alone, and with the power of his body, he continued to bombard the Futu Holy Soldiers in their hands.

"Bang!"

Another earth-shattering explosion reverberated and reverberate, and the Futu Holy Soldier in the hands of a dragon powerhouse turned into powder and was smashed by Mo Wuchen's punch.

"Die!"

The cold light flashed in his eyes, and he took advantage of the situation to attack, directly killing the dragon powerhouse on the spot.

"Another one died!"

In the Yao Pond, everyone's faces were extremely surprised.

Those are all third-order masters of the Ancient God Realm, and now, they have been beheaded by Mo Wuchen four people in a row!

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