Qilin Mountain, outside the mountain temple.

"Mo Qing, I'll count to three, if you don't come out again, I'll kill you, aren't you naïve to think that these demon soldiers and demons under your command will be able to stop me?"

The Hundred Losses Daoist looked at the mountain temple below him and began to count, his mouth was not wide open, but his voice was like rolling thunder, echoing in the whole world.

Behind him and the descendants of Xuanwu were four beginner-level monsters of the Mortal Realm.

On the ground, two hundred Body Refining Realm monsters stood neatly, and behind them, there were nearly twenty thousand demon soldiers.

There are many fewer monsters in the Body Refining Realm and the Spirit Realm under the command of the Hundred Loss Dao and Xuanwu Descendants than Mo Qing, but there are four monsters in the first level of the Mortal Realm, and there are two of them in the middle of the Mortal Realm.

A monster in the Mortal Realm can withstand tens of thousands of Demon Soldiers in the Spirit Realm.

The greater role of ordinary demon soldiers is to beat drums and shout, cheering and dressing up.

On the other hand, on the Mo Qing side, he was the only one in the middle level of the Mortal Realm, if it weren't for Mo Qing's strong strength, he would have been swallowed up by the Hundred Damage Dao people long ago.

"Three!"

"Kill me!"

As soon as the Daoist gave an order, all the demon soldiers and demons under his command would rush to the mountain temple together.

"Formation!"

In front of the mountain temple, a beginner-level monster in the Mortal Realm shouted violently.

Three hundred demon generals, thirty thousand demon soldiers, began to run in an instant, back and forth, running regularly, looking from the sky, it looked like a giant beast.

"Hmph!

Above the clouds, with a wave of his hand, a black air mass burst out.

Bang!

A deafening sound sounded, and the formation was broken in an instant, and the remaining power rushed towards the thirty thousand demon soldiers like a laser.

At this moment, an angry shout came from the mountain temple.

Mo Qing's figure appeared in front of that black qi in an instant, and with a wave of his hand, the black qi was dispersed.

In his hand, he held the long knife.

The eyebrows of the Hundred Damage Daoist twitched, and Mo Qing actually repaired the medium-grade spirit weapon!

But he was still silent on the surface, not falling into the breeze, and sneered: "You are finally willing to come out." ”

"Do you rabble, think I can't fix my weapons?"

Mo Qing's eyes were cold, and he said: "This long knife is refined from the horn on the top of my head when I transformed, and it has the same heart as me, and today, I will also take this opportunity to make an end with you!"

"In the future, Qilin Mountain, I will call the shots!"

With a loud shout, Mo Qing's legs stepped on the ground, and the whole person rushed into the sky like a cannonball, with waves of Dao Qi under his feet, constantly distorting under the sunlight.

"King, King, King!"

The demon soldiers and demon generals under Mo Qing's command showed a fanatical look in their eyes and shouted in unison.

As long as Mo Qing is here, they are not afraid of anything!

"Okay! I'll kill you today! Xuan Ming, protect me!"

A strangely shaped weapon appeared in the hand of the Hundred Loss Dao people, as if it was an elongated scythe, the weapon had a long black pole, and the top of the long pole was a pitch-black hook, the inside of the hook was extremely sharp, shining inexplicably cold and cold in the sun.

This giant scythe is also a medium-grade spiritual weapon, which is refined by using the sharpest and hardest tail stinger on his body when he was transformed into a Hundred Damage Dao Man, not only is it extremely sharp, but once it stabs a person's body, the sharp part will immediately inject toxins into the body.

The body of the Hundred Damage Daoist is a scorpion, and it is also a Gu worm refined by a sect that practices Gu, it is extremely poisonous, and with the improvement of cultivation, the toxicity is getting stronger and stronger, and now, even if it is a human race or a demon clan in the mortal realm, as long as it is injected into his body by his toxin, it will die.

But that Mo Qing seems to be the nemesis of the Hundred Damage Dao people, and he is born to control thunder and lightning, and the thunder and lightning are the nemesis of all poisons in the world, once he encounters Mo Qing's thunder and lightning, the strength of the Hundred Damage Dao people will drop by at least two percent.

Moreover, the poison of the Hundred Damage Dao people has no effect on Mo Qing, once the toxin enters Mo Qing's body, it will immediately be dissolved by the plasma contained in Mo Qing's body.

Therefore, the Hundred Losses Dao talent was not the opponent of this Mo Qing, because his most important attack methods were ineffective in front of Mo Qing.

In fact, if it weren't for the innate restraint, the strength of the Hundred Losses Daoist could not be much worse than Mo Qing's, at least at the level of Qingshan Jun.

And that Xuanming, who is a descendant of Xuanwu, does not have many means of attack, but his defense is extremely strong, even Mo Qing can't break his defense, but he can't help Mo Qing, it takes a long time, he will even be paralyzed by Mo Qing's thunder and lightning and can only be defeated, so he joined forces with the Hundred Damage Dao people to fight against Mo Qing.

The three of them have fought like this no less than ten times.

The longest fight was between the two sides for five years.

The two armies faced each other, from sunrise to sunset, day after day, year after year, the demon soldiers and demon generals on both sides were used to looking at each other, and they would feel uncomfortable if they couldn't see each other in the morning.

When Lu He arrived at Qilin Mountain, he saw the three demons fighting in the sky from a distance.

Mo Qing is one against two, and he does not fall behind at all, and even has a faint advantage.

But the Hundred Damage Daoist and Xuan Ming teamed up to cooperate very tacitly, and Mo Qing's attacks were as powerful as heavenly thunder, but they were all resisted and cracked by Xuan Ming one by one, and the big scythe in the hand of the Hundred Damage Daoist also kept attacking Mo Qing.

"Xuanwu Jin!"

With a loud shout, Xuan Ming revealed his true body, which was a giant turtle the size of a small mountain, but on closer inspection, it looked like a snake draped in a turtle shell.

At the same time, the surface of the body of the Hundred Damaged Daoist was also shrouded in the Xuanwu Strength, and Mo Qing's attack hit the Hundred Damaged Daoist, but they were all resisted by the Xuanwu Force.

"Mo Qing, today is your death!"

When the words landed, the big scythe in the hands of the Hundred Loss Daoist rose in the wind, and the black gas was permeated.

Mo Qing showed a dignified expression, this move, but he had never seen a Hundred Losses Daoist use it, and it must be a trick for a Hundred Losses Daoist to practice.

Not daring to be careless in his heart, Mo Qing waved his long knife, and a power grid wrapped him in it.

Rumble!

A violent roar sounded, and the scythe of the Hundred Damaged Daoist slashed hard at Moqing's power grid.

Mo Qing was disdainful in his heart, his own power grid was not much worse than Xuanming's Xuanwu strength, and it was impossible to break the cultivation of the middle level of the Mortal Realm.

But the next moment, Mo Qing's eyes were full of consternation.

The moment the scythe came into contact with the power grid, bloodshot streaks emerged from the scythe.

"You actually burned the essence blood of life!"

Mo Qing let out a loud shout, and then quickly retreated, but it was too late, the power grid on the surface of his body was slashed by the bloodshot scythe, and the power grid was directly broken.

Bang!

Mo Qing's whole person was hit by this blow and flew upside down for hundreds of meters, hovering in the air, looking at the Hundred Damage Daoist with a hideous expression.