Mo Tianxiong has a perverse personality and a short temper, but he bullies the weak and fears the hard, is extremely timid and afraid of death, and never fights with monks who threaten him.

He only loves the thrill of crushing!

Now that he was yelled at by Wu Heng, a monk of the Demon Tianxiong Hall who ascended to the level of immortal legend was actually a little hesitant!

Because Mo Tianxiong felt a hint of a threatening aura in the young man.

"That little ghost is so confident, could it be that there is any magic weapon that can hurt me?" Mo Tianxiong muttered to himself, thinking about gains and losses.

He was really afraid of death, he was cautious, and he was so cautious even in the face of the cultivators of the God Realm, and he would only show his fangs if he won the battle in all aspects.

"But the breath of the Ten Realms of the Gods, even if he awakens the nine immortal veins, no, even if Lao Tzu awakens the ten immortal veins of the Ten Realms of the Gods, and then touches the legendary Seven Forbidden Realms, it is impossible to hurt me. Demon Tianxiong glanced at Wu Heng a few times, and after seeing through his cultivation, he suddenly relaxed, and secretly sneered: "Hmph, dare to yell at me Demon Tianxiong, I will let you taste the taste of life is worse than death later!"

I have to say that Mo Tianxiong is really a person who is afraid to the extreme, he regards Wu Heng as the most powerful young generation leader in the world, and calculates that Wu Heng is not his opponent even if he is extremely talented, so he will choose to relax!!

And Mo Tianxiong knows very well that those who can awaken the ten immortal veins in the Ten Realms of the Gods are rare, and they will not be so unlucky to run into them, and it doesn't hurt to run into them.

Demon Tianxiong was burly, standing on the high place of the basin, with a posture of longing, staring at Wu Heng with the eyes of an ant: "How do you choose to die?"

"Boom!"

In the basin, Wu Heng didn't bother to talk nonsense with Demon Tianxiong at all, and suddenly burst out with a golden light, and a five-star mangling array appeared under his feet, and he disappeared on the spot with one step, so fast that it made people's scalps explode.

This was too ferocious, and a god realm monk directly killed the Legend of Dengxian 1

"Look, he's there!"

A monk at the scene exclaimed, and found that Wu Heng appeared above the basin and smashed his fist at Demon Tianxiong.

Mo Tianxiong was a little caught off guard, his eyes were shocked, he didn't expect that a little monk of the Ten Realms of Gods would dare to attack.

But stunned to stunned, afraid of death to afraid of death, Demon Tianxiong is still a legend of ascending immortals after all, and his cultivation is powerful, and he also smashed it with a fist, and seven wisps of immortal qi were intertwined all over his body, and with a bang, the surrounding void cracked, and countless large black cracks appeared.

"Bang!"

When Wu Heng's fist collided with Demon Tianxiong, he only felt that he had hit the mountain with a fist, and he couldn't shake it at all.

There is still too much difference between the two sides, surpassing the combat effectiveness of Wuheng's ten small realms.

Wu Heng flew out in an instant, falling quickly from the void and crashing into the stone wall, unable to match the fist of the Demon Tianxiong that gathered seven wisps of immortal qi.

Seeing this scene, the monks in the basin couldn't help but curse secretly: "It's so shameless, a god realm monk didn't use his immortal qi to punch, but Mo Tianxiong actually used his immortal qi to deal with it." ”

"He is like this, timid and cautious, he values his life as the most important, no matter how weak his cultivation is, he will use the power of the Ascending Immortal Realm to fight, and kill him directly! ”

"This person has long been notorious in the deserted city, not to mention bullying the weak, after bullying him, he still feels how great he is, there are many masters who are unhappy with him, if he is not the younger brother of the three demons, no one dares to move, otherwise he would have been in the wilderness. Some of the aborigines of the deserted city commented.

A mile away, the stone wall at the other end of the basin was filled with smoke and dust, and the rubble was flying, and the power of Mo Tianxiong's fist represented the level of the legend of Dengxian, full of explosive power, smashing Wu Heng directly into the stone, and his body was carved into it.

"Not dead yet?" Demon Tianxiong looked a mile away, his eyes narrowing slightly.

At the same time, he was also very surprised, the human monk just now did not use the immortal qi to punch, but the power in the fist had broken through the limit of the human body, as high as tens of millions of catties, which was really a bit incredible.

"But these things are meaningless, in the face of absolute power, you are just an ant. Mo Tianxiong looked in the direction of a mile away and smiled to himself, very satisfied with his strength.

Seeing this, the monks felt nauseous again, what is there to be proud of when the Legend of Dengxian defeated the monks of the Fengshen Realm?

"Hehe, is this the ability of the legend of Dengxian?" Suddenly, a contemptuous question came from a mile away.

Mo Tianxiong immediately changed color, looked at the stone wall that collapsed in the distance in front of him, looked at Wu Heng who rushed out of it, and said in disbelief: "Not only is he still alive, but he is actually ...... Unscathed?!"

This is simply a bit subverting his worldview, and he just used the power of the Ascending Immortal Legendary Realm to punch out, and there is no reason for the little monk of the Divine Realm to survive.

In the basin, the monks who were watching the battle were also overturned in their hearts, and Wu Heng was really unscathed, and he couldn't see any injuries on his body.

Wu Heng was hunting in white, covered in golden light, and looked at Mo Tianxiong with playfulness and mockery in his eyes.

"There are indeed some abilities, it should be some kind of special physique, it seems that if you want to kill you, you have to spend ordinary strength. Mo Tianxiong spoke in the air, still in a posture of everything under control. He had already calculated all the factors, and calculated that Wu Heng didn't have any chance to return the favor at all.

Wu Heng said disdainfully: "You are really the weakest of the Eight Realms of Ascending Immortals I have seen so far!"

What he said was true, since he came to the Thousand Great Domains, he had encountered too many legendary masters, and he had been chased and killed many times by legendary masters, and the Demon Tianxiong he met today was really weak, and he didn't feel any threat.

In other words, Wu Heng encountered the legend of ascending immortals before It was too strong, and in comparison, Mo Tianxiong was much inferior.

"What did you just say?" Demon Tianxiong suddenly changed his face, his hair was furious, and he looked at Wu Heng coldly.

"This is a pain in the foot?" Wu Heng raised his eyebrows, and he said, "I said that you are the weakest of the Eight Realms of Ascending Immortal Cultivators I have seen so far!"

As soon as these words came out, Mo Tianxiong obviously changed into a person, his eyes were a little crazy, even if others said this, even if he was said so, a little Fengshen Realm monk would dare to say this?

Demon Tianxiong was immediately furious, and the seven immortal veins on his back bloomed together, bursting out with a blazing blue light, raising his combat power to the highest point, he shouted at Wu Hengda: "Mole ant, you will die a miserable death!"

"Boom!"

In an instant, Demon Tianxiong took the initiative to attack, and the immortal power all over his body rolled and tumbled, like a spiritual mountain moving horizontally in the void.

When the monks at the scene saw that the demon Tianxiong was crazy, they couldn't help but tremble and retreated far away to avoid being slaughtered.

A mile away, Wu Heng saw the Demon Tianxiong rushing straight forward, but there was no fear in his eyes, standing in the distance and not moving like Mount Tai.

He didn't even plan to avoid it, and he was going to go toe-to-toe with a monk who was in a rage?

Doesn't that mean an egg hitting a stone?