The scene from three years ago was played out again, only this time it was his turn.

The long sword was pulled out suddenly, Zhou Yan's body trembled, turned his head with difficulty, and glanced at Ming Mo behind him, and then his eyes dimmed, his body softened, and he fell to the ground, completely lifeless, his eyes were still wide, as if he was extremely unwilling, and he didn't blink to death.

Seeing the results in the field, everyone was stunned, Ming Mo actually killed Zhou Yan, and it was too late for the other underworld envoys to rescue before, because they believed in Zhou Yan's strength too much, and when Zhou Yan was pierced through the chest by a sword, all of them were stunned.

"Quick, kill him, kill him quickly, he actually killed Zhou Yan!"

When the other envoys saw Zhou Yan dead, they all shouted loudly, and black light appeared in their hands, enveloping Ming Mo, and the powerful power made the entire sky dark. Seeing so many powerful attacks looming over, Ming Mo's pupils shrank, his feet moved, and the momentum on his body accumulated, and the Wind Stygian Sword slashed out a huge sword gang towards a Underworld Envoy on the left.

And Ming Mo took the opportunity to gallop towards the gap between the few people. The attack missed, erupting with a loud noise and shocking waves, shattering Mingmo's sword gang with a single punch, and one of the underworld envoys shouted, "Stop him, don't let him escape!"

However, the other four envoys were entangled by the two elders of blue and black and the two deacons of the Thunder God Temple, while the remaining envoys were stunned for a moment, so that Ming Mo actually escaped from their encirclement.

"Chase after him, don't let him escape. ”

Seeing Ming Mo who had escaped, one of the underworld envoys shouted, and then moved his feet and chased in the direction of Ming Mo's escape, while the other underworld envoys also got rid of the entanglement between the deacon of the Thunder God Temple and the old man and the old man and chased in the direction of Ming Mo's escape.

"Miss, what shall we do?"

Hei Lao and Qing Lao were also sweating at this time, and they were also not easy at fighting with the envoy, seeing the envoy leaving, they asked Murong Yuxuan.

"Follow along, I can't let him have trouble!"

Murong Yuxuan's expression was unprecedentedly serious and serious, the expression in his eyes was complicated, and the lotus feet were light, and he also chased in the direction of Ming Mo's escape. And the old man nodded and glanced at each other, both of them found the banter in each other's eyes, and their young lady seemed to be really attracted to this man.

"Let's go along and see, and even if he falls, the main temple will see him off. ”

With a cold snort, he glanced at Ling Zhen and Yan Hao, who were gloating behind him, and with a movement under Lei Mian's feet, he turned into a purple light and swept towards the distance, and the people of the Thunder God Temple also followed behind him. Luo Xi glanced at Ling Zhen and the others with an indifferent expression, nodded to the people of the Temple of Light, and then followed in the footsteps of Lei Mian.

"Hmph, let's go too, the main hall wants to watch him die!"

Ling Zhen and Yan Hao glanced at each other, Qi Qi snorted coldly, and their figures flashed, rushing towards the sky. At the same time, behind them, many previous Heaven Realm powerhouses and Transformation Realm powerhouses also rushed over.

The wounds on his body continued to ooze blood, and Ming Mo felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and his speed was getting slower and slower, the blow that killed Zhou Yan before almost made him consume all the remaining spiritual power, and now, because he was seriously injured, because he was in a hurry, the wounds continued to burst, so that the blood in his body continued to overflow, and Ming Mo's injuries were getting more and more serious, and he was no longer able to fly in the air, so he could only use his body to hurry.

"Boy, you can't escape, it's better to be caught quickly, maybe we can give you a happy death!"

The voices of the twelve envoys came from behind him, although they had now become eleven, but they were not something that the current Ming Mo could contend with.