Jiuding City back mountain, at this moment is the middle of the night three watches, the road pedestrians are scarce, especially now the back mountain is even less people, Mo Li is still light foot, calmly walked forward, about half an hour before coming to the front of the chain, the night sky is bright moonlight, the moonlight like the moon is like a willow falling.

"Bang!" Mo Li raised his foot and stepped on the chain suddenly, and the sound of the bell suddenly sounded, and the crisp sound suddenly cut through the calm night.

And this sound is like the crisp sound of the Huanglu bell, melodiously spread throughout the entire Jiuding City, resounding in every tribe.

"Knock knock!" the voice became more and more rapid, and it continued to beat like a storm.

And in the next moment, from the Spreading Tribe, there were several Kaiyang Realm cultivators, and they flew out, sitting around the chains at a gallop, staring at the figure on the chains with burning eyes.

"Who is he? How dare he disturb the silence of Jiuding City at this time!"

"Hehe, the recent Jiuding City is really lively, any cat or dog wants to climb to the sky in one step!"

"Don't worry, when he fails, let's see what kind of face he has!"

The sound of each other kept spreading, and almost everyone was not optimistic that Mo Li would be able to survive the chain, but he still couldn't survive because he was as powerful as Mo Lun.

And at this moment, Mo Li was still immersed in the level of chains, endless killings poured in from all directions, and what appeared in Mo Li's eyes was the endless night, and he once again saw those brute beasts who were not afraid of death rushing forward, which was particularly real and realistic, and in the meantime, there were many brute beasts rushing towards him.

The bones of the Fighting Saint Ape suddenly erupted, and the Fighting Saint Law was also sacrificed at this moment, one after another mysterious spells were used along with the use of hands and feet, or kicked or blocked, almost every move and every style contained an incomparably strong and domineering energy, shattering the flesh of one brute beast after another, slapping into meat puree, turning into blood mist, and he was like a demon god bathed in blood and moving forward.

"Boom, boom!" The chains made a crisp vibration sound, but to Mo Li's ears, it was a signal of battle, and the vibration made him almost fall, his hands tightly clasped the holes in the chains, but from the chains there was a loud shout of killing, and the shaking of the chains made his situation even worse.

"Give it to me!!" Mo Li ran and cultivated, his palms clasped the holes in the chains again and again, his feet shook together, and his figure rotated upside down to step on the chains, and his steps were also moving rapidly.

The killing is not stopped, and his magic seems to have no end, and he also knows that as long as there are people, there will be fighting, and where there is fighting, it will be the paradise of the holy law of fighting, because it is conceived in the battle, and it will be born out of the magic outside the battle, as long as there is killing, as long as there is fighting, it can make the holy law of fighting closer and closer to perfection, this is not killing, this is the creation of him!

"Knock!" Mo Li's hand was on the chain, and his figure spun forward like a spinning top, and the shaking chain was grabbed by him and pulled back fiercely, and there was a clicking and tearing sound.

The chain of "...... sneer" actually broke in the next moment, and one of them was grabbed by Mo Li in his hand, and the dense runes on it were flickering, and Mo Li also stepped into the second chain non-stop.

But such a scene was seen by the monks on the periphery, especially those monks or guests who had broken through the level, but it was even more shocking, just because no one knew better than them the solidity of the chains, not to mention that they were as solid as gold and iron, and they were not far away, although they had withstood the endless erosion of the years, but the runes on it still maintained their former divinity, far from being comparable to ordinary monks.

"He shouldn't be a member of some hidden family, otherwise how could he be so powerful, he can actually use means chains, could he be a ruthless person comparable to the primeval beasts?"

"Do you think he's going to break his chains every time he beats a level?"

"No, his cultivation is not so profound, otherwise wouldn't it be easier for those powerhouses who are Kaiyang Realm cultivators to do it!"

"Click!" The sound of the chain breaking sounded again, and those Keqing with black lines on their faces were even more shocked again, so shocked, their brains seemed to be not enough at this moment, almost such a freak man could really break the chains, it was not an ordinary thing, so how could it make them embarrassed!

And just as they were talking again, the crisp sound sounded again and again, making them all feel embarrassed, and they were broken three times, and now they had surpassed the position of the Mo Wheel, and Mo Li had already come to the sixth level!

In his hand clenched the five chains, such a scene is like an unforgettable picture, so that the blood standing in the corner of the Yan Hai look uncertain, for Mo Li he has a deep jealousy, this jealousy comes from his knowledge of brute arts, Mo Li's brute art makes him greedy, and palpitations, this is not an ordinary spell, at least it has surpassed all the brute techniques he has mastered so far, he has to believe that Mo Lun's previous words may really point to him!

"Who is he? Is he really from that place...... The woman who was in the crowd of the Huyan tribe muttered at the corner of her mouth, her eyes were uncertain, full of doubts, her eyes were yin and yang eyes, and she could see things that ordinary people could not see in the future...... Palace!

Mo Li took another step forward, and the silent chain spirit stone trembled slightly, as if he was very afraid of Mo Li's arrival, almost as he steadily climbed the chain, the endless mist swept in like a tide, covering him in the blink of an eye, even if it was a divine sense, it could not release a greater distance.

And at this moment, the surrounding fog is constantly wriggling, vaguely transformed into a picture, and these pictures are actually the scenes of the tribe, especially the dream that once came true, at this moment is repeating the mistakes of the past, a figure fell down quickly, and even those men, women, and children who had no power to resist were dying.

Such scenes were like sharp knives constantly cutting through Mo Li's heart, and even he seemed to be immersed in the turmoil of the past.

"Puff ......" the tribesmen of the Tai'a tribe instantly scratched his back with a knife, blood splashed, so that he couldn't feel the pain, even the vitality was passing, just at the moment when he was about to fall from the chain, the demon mirror shot out a ray of light from his waist, breaking the illusion, those pictures all dissipated, Mo Li's palm was also grasped on the chain again, with the upward thrust and rushed forward, firmly stepping on the iron latch......