The Nine Great Ghost Kings are all Xuan Sheng's cultivators, and they are Xuan Emperors outside the scope of the Dead City, if they break through, they will definitely break through Xuan Zun, it can't be just Xuan Sheng!

As this huge aura got closer and closer, the sweat in the palm of Mo Yan's hand also increased.

Yes, this is not the cultivation momentum of the Xuan Saint Realm!

He all felt a little oppressed, the Xuan Saint between the same ranks, there would not be such a sense of oppression in the coercive momentum, this person is definitely Xuan Zun!

Xuanzun!

No matter how strong Mo Ziqing is, it is possible to advance to Xuansheng, but it is impossible to advance to Xuanzun, counting and counting, only a few ghost kings are possible......

If King Praruo killed Mogu Yu for no reason, and then chased and killed other elite disciples of Qianmo City, there must be a big reason and a change.

Mo Yan's mind was in a hurry, but he was also ready to protect Qianmo City.

All the defensive formations were opened, and the sirens of Qianmo City were sounded to defend against the enemy, and the citizens of the city all hid in the underground cellars.

This is the total defense of Thousand Ink City when it enters the most dangerous combat state.

However, a voice like a thin piece of ice jade sounded from the distant sky, "I'm back." ”

Short four words!

Four words like heaven!

Four words that bring tears to your eyes!

Four words that make people's blood boil!

Four words that make people want to cheer!

Mrs. Mo was the first to stand up, she cried with joy, just now she felt Mo Yan's nervousness and fear, and secretly pinched a handful of sweat, "It's Qing'er, it's Qing'er back......"

Mo Yan let out a long breath, opened the formation, and personally soared into the air, welcoming this breath away!

Soon, two figures appeared in the sky.

The woman is bright and beautiful, her long hair is fluttering, and her red shirt is as gorgeous as the morning glow, the sun is shining, and the fairy style is full, it is Luo Hengbo.

The man standing side by side with her is slender and straight, with outstanding momentum, with a sense of arrogance and alienation like an ancient god, the whole person is like a dark moon, like a starlight, like the vastness of the Milky Way, sacred and unclimbable......

On his shoulder, a small star was shining around him, and this meteor was the original ecology of the Falling Star Bow.

As for the facial features, no one dares to see clearly, the difference in cultivation is too great, and there is no strength to look directly at the facial features of the superior, otherwise, he will suffer backlash, blindness, deafness, and in severe cases, his cultivation will regress.

There is no doubt that this person is Mo Ziqing.

Mo Yan was overjoyed, "Qing'er, you broke through Xuanzun?" ”

Mo Ziqing didn't answer, and the little meteor on his shoulder suddenly scolded, "Presumptuous! My lord is the god and the evil emperor, how can you be called by your name by ordinary people? Warn once, if there is a next time, don't blame me for being rude! ”

Luo Hengbo couldn't help but be sideways by this domineering voice.

I didn't expect this spirit body of the Falling Star Bow to be such a domineering character, but it was not disobedient at all, and after listening to his words, everyone didn't feel abrupt.

Tianshu sighed twice in Luo Hengbo's mind, "The artifact with the presence of the Creator is so capricious, even if it is dilapidated, it can be repaired by the Creator, and it will be full of blood all at once, hey, the old man is so envious, jealous and hateful......"

Mo Yan was stunned for a moment, and then he understood what was coming, and with a wave of his hand, Mo Yan blocked all the divine consciousness of the people below Qianmo City.

"The younger generation sees the Evil Emperor, but I don't know what's going on?" Seeing that Mo Ziqing didn't mean to reply to his words, Mo Yan turned to Luo Hengbo again.