Mo Yuhan suppressed the fear in his heart, stared at the darkness in front of him, swallowed his saliva, turned his hand and took out a spear, and walked forward cautiously step by step.

After walking more than ten steps, Mo Yuhan saw a faint dark red light flowing in the dark, he took a deep breath, slowly approached the light, and when he was only five steps away from the light, he only felt that the sky was spinning in an instant, and he fainted directly.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Yuhan opened his eyes, only to find that he was in an unknown place, and he was even more weirdly floating in the air, looking at it, it was all scorched earth, he settled down, only to find that there was a person under him holding a pitch-black spear, and on the spear, there was a strange dark red light entwined, slowly flowing on the spear. But that person didn't have any qi on his body, just like an ordinary person who was harmless to humans and animals.

But the man's body was surrounded by a group of people, and the circle of people around that body, each of them gave Mo Yuhan a feeling of suffocation and palpitations, Mo Yuhan slowly exhaled, and said in his heart: "It's terrifying! The weakest estimate of these people is about the same as Bai Lao." ”

The two sides confronted each other for a long time, and suddenly, an old man in a white robe came out of the crowd and shouted: "Don't torture! Put down the magic gun in your hand! We are not to blame for the past!"

Mo Xing slowly raised his head, red spiritual power poured out from his body, Mo Yuhan was surprised to find that he felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy on Mo Ye's body, and said in his heart: "Mo is not that Mo Ye Ancestor?"

The white-robed old man's eyes widened: "Mo Xing! Could it be that you are the patriarch of the demon clan and willing to be subject to a magic spear?!"

Mo Xing opened his eyes, but there was no color in his eyes that Mo Yuhan was familiar with, only the crimson that filled his sockets.

The white-robed old man raised the staff in his hand, and a blazing white light shot at Mo Xing's body with lightning speed, and he shouted angrily: "Wake up for the old man!"

Mo Xing was shocked, the red in his eyes faded, revealing the purple pupils that Mo Yuhan was familiar with, and he said with difficulty: "Kill me! I can't control it!"

The white-robed old man sighed and put down his staff, and at the same time, a person sprang out of the crowd, and the long sword in his hand did not hesitate to take Mo Xing.

At the moment when the long sword was about to pierce his neck, his eyes were once again covered with crimson, and the magic spear in his hand penetrated the attacker like a dragon going out to sea.

The white-robed old man sighed: "Let's go up together!"

With the old man's answer, everyone no longer hesitated, and the combat skills and magic containing terrifying power swept towards Mo Xing one after another.

Mo Xing was stunned by his feet, and the spiritual power in his body gushed out, and Mo Yuhan was shocked to find that this suffocating spiritual power actually surpassed the Battle Saint.

At the same time, several equally suffocating breaths erupted from the crowd, led by the white-robed old man.

Mo Xing roared wildly, and the spiritual power around his body became even more riotous, and the War Emperor in the field suddenly couldn't bear the terrifying pressure and retreated violently.

The white-robed old man snorted coldly and said, "The people below the Battle Saint will retreat first, and the magician and the magician will join forces to form a technique." ”

Many War Emperors and War Ancestors on the field all breathed a sigh, after all, at this level of battle, their strength was already like ants.

At this time, Mo Xingyi was like a demon god who destroyed the world, every swing of the magic spear in his hand would bring up a large area of blood light, even though everyone's attack left Dao scars on his body, it did not affect him in the slightest, as if he couldn't feel pain, and the situation on the field instantly became one-sided.

One of them flew to the white-robed old man's side and said, "Dean, if this continues, I'm afraid we will suffer heavy losses!"

The white-robed old man nodded, raised the staff in his hand, and shouted, "Come!"

The three secret mages in the field heard the shouts of the white-robed old man, and immediately flew back to his side, the four of them looked at each other, they all nodded, and the white-robed old man shouted: "Hold off Mo Xing, we need some time." ”

Everyone nodded, and the tactics changed from suppressing Mo Xing to delaying, and the casualties dropped instantly.

Mo Xing suddenly raised his head, and looked at the four white-robed old men as if he had a sense of feeling, and a sense of crisis came from the four people, and then he shouted violently, and took the four people directly, everyone was shocked, and they all shouted: "Stop them!"

In the next moment, Mo Yuhan only saw that everyone was like moths chasing fire, regardless of life and death, they pounced on Mo Xing, and then they were severely injured or even killed one by one.

Finally, when Mo Xing was not far from the four of them, the white-robed old man spoke: "Okay, you guys retreat." ”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, retreated behind the white-robed old man, supported the three secret mages who had lost their strength, and looked at Mo Xing and the white-robed old man, only to see the white-robed old man struggling to raise his staff, and a red phoenix flew around the staff, and Mo Xing, who was originally crazy, suddenly quieted down, and his red eyes stared at the white-robed old man intently.

The white-robed old man sighed in a low voice: "It's over, let's go!" As he spoke, the staff pointed, and the phoenix flew towards Mo Xing as if he had received an order, Mo Xing's eyes widened, and a beast-like roar erupted, and the spiritual power of his body surged, and the blood-colored spiritual power instantly wrapped it.

In the next moment, there seemed to be only two colors left between heaven and earth, the demonic crimson and the fierce blood, and a terrifying spiritual storm swept the entire heaven and earth.

Mo Yuhan watched the blood-red aperture representing Mo Xing gradually shrink, and said in a low voice, "Ancestor is going to lose." Before the words fell, he heard a roar from Mo Xing, and the blood-colored aperture skyrocketed instantly, and the magic spear in Mo Xing's hand became extremely demonic at that moment, and the blood-red lines became more conspicuous.

The white-robed old man snorted, seeing that the phoenix did not block Mo Xing's attack, he bit the tip of his tongue and spewed out a mouthful of essence blood, which was sprinkled on the phoenix's body, and in an instant, Mo Yuhan felt that the breath of the white-robed old man became weaker, and the fire phoenix in the sky became more dazzling.

The fire phoenix roared, and one leaned over and rushed towards Mo Xing again, the crimson light instantly swallowed Mo Xing, and everyone looked at the white-robed old man expectantly.

Suddenly, the white-robed old man's face turned gray, and a mouthful of blood spat out, and the dazzling fire phoenix disappeared between heaven and earth with a wail, and everyone was shocked in their hearts, and a sense of despair arose, and even the forbidden spell could not kill the current Mo Xing?

The white-robed old man spat out two mouthfuls of blood again, his cloudy eyes looked at the half-kneeling man in the clearing, and the demonic magic spear penetrated his chest.

Mo Xing raised his head, the red in his eyes had obviously faded, and he smiled weakly and miserably: "Thank you Dean Yan, Mo Xing can't help everyone." Mo Xing has one thing to ask for, although this blood Shura spear is a murder gun, it will eat me after all because my bloodline is not pure enough, so I hope Dean Yan will not seal it completely. ”

Dean Yan asked, "Why? You also know that after the Battle of the Godsfall, your demon clan will never have a pure bloodline again, and if this magic spear comes out again, it will definitely cause trouble in the world." ”

Mo Xing shook his head and said, "I don't know why, I always have a feeling that it should exist." Mo Xing coughed up a mouthful of blood, the light in his pupils dimmed, he took two deep breaths, and said in a low voice: "Please believe me! Dean Yan!"

Dean Yan looked down at Mo Xing, for a long time, sighed slowly, and said, "It's okay, the old man will believe you this way!"