At this moment, Ink Moda raised a hand, and black armor began to grow on her arm, as if opening a door that had been sealed in the darkness for many years, and a suffocating aura emanated.

Lu Xiaoding tilted his head to look at the constant changes he was still making, and suddenly said: "Such a heavy taste, Xiaomo, you turned out to be the first generation of demons." ”

When black armor also appeared on the corners of her bun, Mo Moda squinted at her and smiled, "Yes, I can't count the generations of my little liver, you have to wait here for me to come back." ”

As he spoke, the lightning that Long Zhentao had turned into had already crossed the bridge and came to him, and the huge thunder crackled and made the hair of both of them float up.

Mo Moda smiled at Lu Xiaoding, looked ahead, and punched Long Zhentao in the thunder and lightning.

Rumble!

Long Zhentao was knocked away, probably because Mo Moda controlled the direction of his fist, and he flew straight out and fell heavily in the Dragon Valley.

The power of this punch was huge, and in the place where Long Zhentao smashed down, even the mountain rocks collapsed. A long crack appeared in the valley, stretching under Toto before stopping.

Falling into the Valley of the Dragon, the beauty vines would not let go, and the venom in their buds kept squirting in the same direction, and there were bursts of sizzling sounds.

"Xiaomo is so powerful, beat them hard!" Lu Xiaoding clapped his hands and laughed.

"Mahayana?" Tianyuanjun looked at Mo Moda suspiciously, this guy's cultivation is indeed Mahayana, and it is already in the late stage.

But the Mahayana monks meet once every 400 years, and he has never seen Momoda once. If it's a snatch, we should also know each other. At one point, there was a strange aura emanating from his body, a very heavy dead aura.

If it weren't for the fact that he seemed to be very energetic and didn't show the slightest sign of dying, we would have to wonder if he was refining the corpse.

The demon race was reborn, and Tian Yuanjun also went to see Bai Yan from afar, but he didn't find this kind of breath. But this person knocked Long Zhentao away, obviously trying to get along with everyone.

"Damn!" Long Zhentao screamed, flew out of the valley and landed on the ground. There was a lot of venom on his body, and even if he was a Mahayana monk, his body was corroded in some places.

There were a few places where he accidentally got on it when he was first beaten, and the flesh was rotten, revealing the bones underneath.

But he is not Shen Mo, who was unlucky during the fit period, and he can be made like that by the beauty vine. Lei Gong coupled with a strong body, so that he was only injured a little, and his life was not worry-free.

Long Zhentao took some pills, stared at Mo Moda and gritted his teeth and asked, "How is it possible, you weren't a Mahayana monk last time!" ”

He was very shocked, the last time he met, he was obviously still a person in the late stage of the merger, but he had become like this. If you can control your cultivation freely, it is not when you don't need it, you can retreat to the merger period, and you don't have to worry about spiritual power anymore.

As if she was deliberately angry with them, Mo Moda reached out and stroked her hair, then raised her head and smiled: "I can control my cultivation at will, I can combine my body if I want to, and it is naturally feasible to be Mahayana if I want to." ”

"How did you do it!" Not only Long Zhentao, but even the Jiuyang Demon King blurted out and asked, Tian Yuanjun wanted to ask but didn't say it, he couldn't afford to lose this face, but it didn't matter if he listened.

Ink Moda shrugged and asked, "You're all going to die, what's the point of asking this?" ”

"You're alone?" Tian Yuanjun snorted coldly, everyone's cultivation is about the same, and they dare to open this mouth, I really don't know where it came from.

The Jiuyang Demon King felt vigilant and said, "Who are you, not a human race or a demon race, which side are you on?" ”

This person is standing with the demon queen, and he just said that he wanted to cooperate a few days ago, but now he looks like this, what kind of idea is he playing!

Mo Mo Da glanced at the Jiuyang Demon King, and said with a serious face: "Of course, I am on the side of the demon clan, otherwise I will not save the demon army." Jiuyang Demon King, you suddenly stopped doing it just now, do you want to get along with these Terrans, go back after a few casual fights, and throw the demon army to the Terrans to kill? ”

Before the death of the Jiuyang Demon King, it is okay to use him again.

"I only obey the orders of the demon queen, and the monks in the city have been accused by us, and no one can escape for the time being. As long as I kill these two people, I can refine all the monks in the city into pills. After a pause, he stretched out his hand and said in a friendly manner, "These pills, we can divide them equally." ”

Tian Yuanjun looked at the Jiuyang Demon King, obviously ready to stop and retreat, and now he was about to be moved by that person again.

He said coldly: "Jiuyang Demon King, it seems that you don't know them. Then why is this thunder beast that they snatched here, you have to be careful not to be fooled. ”

"I don't need you to talk too much, I have my own measure." The Jiuyang Demon King shouted angrily, these guys are not good, and no one can believe it.

Lu Xiaoding stood next to him and didn't speak, but now he finally yawned and said impatiently: "Why do you say so much, straw bags build a bridge to send them over." ”

"Okay." The straw bales answered, and the vines emerged from the ground, flying directly over the Cirrarian Valley, and erecting a bridge of vines above it. He also smiled proudly: "At a critical time, I still have to rely on my uncle." ”

Ink Moda was able to cross it easily, and now she acted like she couldn't do it, just trying to lure them over. When the time comes, throw it down and be trapped in the middle of the battle for a while, and it's better to get half disabled.

"Jiuyang Demon King, the demon clan is watching you!" He shouted suddenly, and the whole person slid down the vine, and the Thunder Beast King also turned into lightning and followed closely behind.

Straw bales hurriedly shouted loudly: "Be careful with your thunder and lightning, don't electrify me!" ”

"You give me death!" Long Zhentao hated Lu Xiaoding to the core, and when he saw that he was about to rush over, he flew into the air, and there was an extra exquisite short stick in his hand.

As soon as the short stick was waved in his hand, it emitted a flash of thunder and lightning. He held one end in his hand, and the thunder and lightning on the other end were concentrated, and the purple light turned blinding white.

Just as Long Zhentao was about to hit Ink Demon, the Thunder Beast King rushed over from behind, pounced on him with thunder and lightning all over his body, and roared loudly, "You are my prey, I want to avenge my blood hatred!" ”

"Get out of my way, don't get in my way!" Long Zhentao's hatred for Ink Devil was not lost at all to the Thunder Beast King's hatred for him. Seeing that the ignorant thunder beast pounced on him again, he was even more furious, and the short stick in his hand struck at it.

And Mo Moda stood on the vine, stopped above the Rolling Dragon Valley, looked at the Nine Yang Demon King and only said, "I also use my fists, but you are much weaker than me." ”

The Jiuyang Demon King is the demon with the strongest body defense and the strongest fist in the demon clan, and now he was provoked by Mo Moda, whose face was tens of thousands of times better than him, and immediately roared angrily: "What are you talking about!" ”

"Then Bibi, see who beats him to death first, and the one who loses is the opponent's little follower." Mo Moda pointed at Tian Yuanjun disappreciably and said.

"Good!" The Jiuyang Demon King roared angrily, the name of the strongest war king of the demon clan must not be underestimated.

"You guys, let me die!" Tian Yuanjun, who has always been cold and unmoved by mundane things, felt a huge humiliation.

He pointed his sword at the sky, and the light flew into the air from the tip of the sword, turning into a rain of swords and falling

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