The copper tripod stands across the sky.

Casting a large shadow, there is infinite power in the air, and the power is amazing.

"Holy Dao Ancestral Weapon!"

People exclaimed, their faces changed.

This is an ancient holy soldier, which is one of the most powerful foundations of the Purple Yan Sect, but I didn't expect it to be brought by Wu Chongtian.

"No, this is just an imitation, not a real Holy Dao Ancestral Artifact!"

Soon, someone saw something, although the copper tripod standing above it was powerful, but compared to the real Holy Dao Ancestor Weapon, the aura was obviously very different.

"Even if it's just an imitation, it shouldn't be underestimated, this is the Wan Junding of the Ziyan Sect, in extremely distant antiquity, it is rumored that an ancient god was once killed, in this godless era, it should be a heavy weapon, it can be called invincible!"

"It is rumored that eight thousand years ago, the previous generation of Ziyan Sect Master, before he sat down, used his essence blood to refine three imitation Wanjun Ding, which can emit one-third of the power of the True Ding, once this Ding is smashed, this Moge Mountain Gate may ......."

Everyone was terrified, and their bodies flew back, not daring to have the slightest thought of approaching.

It is enough to see that even if it is just an imitation of Wan Junding, no one dares to underestimate its power.

"Buzz ......"

In the sky, Wan Jun Ding shook violently, as if even the void would not be able to withstand its existence, and became distorted, as if it would collapse at any time.

The giant tripod is like a mountain, covering the sky, exuding an amazing atmosphere, such as the true righteousness of the avenue surrounding the peak.

Under the gaze of everyone in the audience, Wu Chongtian snorted coldly, and then no longer hesitated, manipulated Wan Junding with his thoughts, and smashed down.

"Bang bang bang!"

Bursts of dull explosions echoed one after another, the real Wan Jun Ding, it is rumored that in the extremely distant ancient period, even the ancient gods were once killed, even if this is just an imitation, but no one dares to underestimate the power.

The huge copper tripod fell, and everywhere it passed, the void collapsed, and the invisible force tore out terrifying abyssal cracks one after another.

"Mo Zun!"

In the Mo Pavilion, everyone exclaimed, this Ding is really too terrifying, and before it has been smashed, the momentum it has caused is like destroying the world and the earth, and it cannot be shaken by human beings.

Now, Mo Forgetchen stood in the void and bathed in the holy light, and he didn't seem to have the slightest intention of retreating, which made the faces of the disciples of Demo Pavilion couldn't help but worry.

"Even if it is a holy Dao ancestral weapon, I am not afraid, not to mention that it is just an imitation......"

Mo Wuchen spoke lightly, with an indifferent look on his face from beginning to end, without the slightest feeling of nervousness.

The God King's body and body are unparalleled, but he can shake the soldiers of the Holy Dao with his bare hands, and an imitation is nothing to him.

"Boom!"

His body was bathed in divine light, and when the ten thousand jun ding was close to the top of his head, Mo Wuchen finally moved.

The fist erupted in gold, dazzling, and under the unbelievable gaze of everyone in the audience, it was actually facing Wan Junding and blasting out with a punch.

"Bang!"

The huge sound echoed, Wan Junding shook wildly, and was blown out by Mo Wuchen's punch, and his body shook.

The two collided, and a terrifying sound wave erupted, which shook a large mountain in the distance, leveling it and collapsing the whole one.

"Shhh

This happened suddenly, and very quickly.

When everyone reacted, they couldn't help but gasp, their eyes were stunned, and their faces were almost in a daze.

"How is it possible? He dared to shake Wan Junding with his bare hands!"

"Oh my God, I didn't dream, did I? What a powerful body this can do this, and actually smash Wan Junding into the air!"

The scene was noisy for a while, this is a kind of divine power against the sky, it is rumored that Wan Junding has the weight of 100,000 mountains, and non-human beings can lift it.

Even if it's just an imitation, the weight is staggering.

Now that Yiding smashed down, he was smashed out by Mo Wuchen with his fist, which was incredible.

"Master's physical body, even if it is my Luo Shen body, it is difficult to reach one-twelfth of tenths, and what is it if it is only broken?"

In the Mo Pavilion, Jing Yun and the other four stood on top of a mountain, and their eyes were all extremely hot.

The Purple Flame Sect came strongly, and now even Wan Junding has been sacrificed, and they don't dare to underestimate it, but the four of them have never had any fear.

Because they have been with Mo Wuchen for the time to catch up, they know the temperament of the other party.

The fact that Mo Wuchen dared to shelter the Lone Lantern Master proved that he had never had any fear of the Ziyan Sect.

"With the master, why can't I rise in Moge?" Demon Yuntian spoke, his body trembling with excitement.

"Won't it?"

"He actually blasted Wan Junding out?"

In the distance, a group of masters of the Purple Flame Sect were in an uproar, their faces were dumbfounded, and they were unspeakably surprised.

Wan Jun Ding is the Holy Dao Ancestral Weapon of the Purple Yan Sect, and they know more about the power of this Ding than outsiders.

Although this is just an imitation, it was personally urged by Great Elder Wu Chongtian, and it was smashed down, even if he was a master of the Heavenly Immortal Realm level, he did not dare to shake it with his bare hands.

But at this moment, the Lord of Mo Pavilion did it in front of them.

"Give me a crackdown!"

Wu Chongtian drank coldly, and his heart was also shocked, but more than that, he was unwilling, he had made great contributions to the Ziyan Sect, and was rewarded by the sect master and endowed with this tripod.

With this imitation of Wan Junding, his combat power is superb, and he can almost be called invincible in the true fairyland, and not many people dare to fight him.

As soon as this tripod came out, the heroes retreated, and over the years, Wu Chongtian defeated many powerful enemies with Wan Jun Ding in his hand.

However, at this moment, a young man in his twenties could shake this Ding with his bare hands, which had a great impact on his heart.

After shouting angrily, he controlled Wan Jun Ding with his thoughts, and smashed it down again, and the immortal light poured out of his body, continuously integrating into Wan Jun Ding, making it even more powerful.

"Whoosh!"

Mo Wuchen's face was still flat, and in the face of the smashing of the copper tripod, he first shook his head, and then did not hesitate.

In an instant, his body grew larger, turning into a hundred-foot-tall giant, standing in the air, bathed in divine light, stepping on the void, like an ancient god who walked out of the chaotic years.

"Bang!"

The big hand stretched out, stretching for an unknown distance, and the huge palm made Mo Wuchen hold the smashed copper tripod tightly in the palm of his hand.

He palmed his fingers and exerted his strength, and Wan Junding, which was as hard as the Nine Heavens Divine Iron, was pinched into a ball of scrap iron.

"Poof!"

Wu Chongtian coughed up blood, his body was like a fierce blow, and he flew out, Wan Junding had a heart and mind with him, and now that it was destroyed, he naturally suffered great trauma.

"You're ......"

The blood in his body was surging, and there was an incomparably frightened look in his eyes, and he didn't want to believe that his heavy treasure had been pinched and exploded with his bare hands.

"Ahh

After screaming, Wu Chongtian fell on his back, and he was directly so angry that he fainted.

PS: The new book "Reverse God Wuzun" is already 100,000 words, Xiaofei, I haven't read it yet, you can go and see it now.

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