"What do you mean, kid?" How many monks do not envy the soul of such a warrior. You look disgusting. The reincarnated ancestor immediately felt uncomfortable when he heard Xiao Wu's flat tone.

"Are you jealous of me?" And then you say, are you stronger, or is this immortal soul more powerful? Xiao Wu said that he despised the reincarnation of his ancestors.

"Nonsense, I am the reincarnation of my ancestors. All the eyes of reincarnation are subject to me, and they have a thousand artistic conceptions. This kind of spirit, there is only one artistic conception, which needs to be abused in order to grow. How can you compare to me?" When the ancestors heard the same.

Mocha Flame has a large mouth. Dan was swallowed by him like a human delicacy, and his bright red tongue was still licking his mouth.

After a while, Mo Keyan's face suddenly turned red, his body trembled violently, his appearance became fierce, and his saliva kept dripping. At this time, the eight-armed demon Buddha wrapped around his body, continued to grow and solidify, and there were dark red lines on his body, gradually rising, making his originally fierce and terrifying appearance even more eerie and terrifying.

The rolling drums kept pouring in to Xiao Wuyou. His long black hair also fluttered in the wind. Looking at the eight-foot-tall and eight-armed Demon Buddha, his expression also showed a hint of solemnity, and said, "Even the soul pattern has appeared." "This magical and crazy beast pill seems to be at least a moon pill. ”

The appearance of the soul means that Mokeyan's cultivation mode has surpassed the spirit of martial arts, and has gone to the realm of Wu Jun, and the cultivation of a monk can make the spirit of the four days of martial arts rise in a straight line beyond the bottleneck of the realm. This elixir of life, only the elixir of the current month, has such an effect.

When Mo Keyan had completely digested the medicinal power, the eight-armed devil statue walked towards Xiao Wu. With each step, there are countless cracks in the ground. You can see how terrifying the power of the eight-armed devil statue is.

When the eight-armed Demon Buddha came to Xiao Wuyou, compared to the Eight Demon Buddhas, the seven-foot-tall Xiao Wuyou was as small as a mole, and he could crush it with one lift of his foot.

"Bang!" Mokoyan did not talk nonsense. In an instant, it exploded. Before the blow was over, the sound of explosions had already sounded. It can be seen from this that Mo Keyan's power at this time is very strong.

Little Wuyou's eyes were fixed on him, and he immediately punched him. The first punch hit him, and his entire body flew backwards. Ten feet later, he stood firmly. Smoke came out of his fist, accompanied by sharp pain. With a smile on his lips, he looked at Mokoyan who was walking towards him, smiled and said, "It's just a little interesting." The Battle of Nine Miles, the fourth, open!"

When the voice was lowered, Xiao Wuyou did not shy away. He also rushed over. They collided in an instant. Whenever they make a mistake with their fist, the trees around them will immediately fall. Even the brother and sister who are far away from the moon can't open their eyes because of the rolling waves.

Mo Keyan's eight arms swung faster and more powerfully, and Xiao Wuyou's hands and feet were together, and Sheng Sheng blocked the opponent's attack like a tide.

At this point, Little Wuyou doesn't intend to use any physical or experiential skills. The faster Mokoyan goes, the faster he will be. The more powerful he is, the stronger he will be. This impact of strength and power refreshes his body and mind, and in the process, the power of the immortal soul will continue to grow.

In a short period of time, they don't know how many punches were thrown. The surrounding area has been deserted, and the ground has become one pit after another. But the momentum of the offensive did not weaken in the slightest.

Xiao Wuyou felt more and more comfortable, but Mo Keyan was different. His fierce face was so gloomy that it could drip. He had taken the miraculous demagogic animal medicine, but he still couldn't help the people in front of him. How could he be so proud.

"Don't worry!" Mo Keyan screamed, and at the same time, he saw three magical and crazy animal pills in his hands, and he swallowed them as candy. And his eight-armed Devil Venerable was once again stretched high, and his eight arms swayed together, and Xiao Wuyou was beaten dozens of feet away.

"I'm going to kill you!" Mo Keyan didn't plan to let Xiao Wuyou go. He rushes into the air and chases after Xiao Wuyou.

Little Wuyou has blood in his mouth. Looking at Mokoyan, his expression was also solemn. Genius or crazy genius is terrible.

But fear is what Xiao Wu wants. He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and swooped down with infinite belligerence.

Although Mo Keyan's condition cannot last long, this body-strengthening pill also has strong side effects. Maybe once the power of the pill is gone, Mo Keyan will become a useless person, but Xiao Wuyou does not intend to postpone the fight, he will knock out the opponent when Mo Keyan is the strongest, this is how he fights.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Boxing and hand-to-hand combat, at this time, it has reached a life-and-death juncture. However, Mo Keyuan's strength became stronger again, steadily surpassing Xiao Wuyou. With each collision, the little oil-free would be knocked dozens of feet away. His skin, which was as white as jade, was red, blue, and blue. Seeing this scene in some places, the brothers and sisters of Wanyue were shocked in their hearts. In front of him were eight armed devil statues. Little Ayo's body is as small as an ant, but his momentum is stronger and greater than that of eight armed devil statues.

"It's a strong gesture and it's no wonder that the owner can be unique. Wanyue said softly.

"Little friendless, how can I hate you?" The moon is still, the heart beats, and the mouth murmurs. Even if Little Wuyou is ruthless to her, it is difficult for her to hate.

Mocoyan has been crazy for a long time, but Xiao Wuyu is even crazier than him. Gradually, emotions that had been concealed by magic and the demagogic Beast Pill gradually revealed themselves at this time, and this emotion was called despair.

This young man, who was not as big as his own fingers, had a power that made him feel hopeless, which he could not surpass in his life.

"Don't worry!" Mokoyan suppressed his despair, hoping to boost morale again.

"Okay! Let's lose!" Xiao Wuyou roared, shattering the fighting spirit of Mo Keyan just mentioned. At the same time, he slammed most of the eight-armed demon. The latter is like a meteorite that falls from the sky and falls straight to the ground. A deep hole was smashed open.

The eight heavily armed devil statues were shattered in an instant, and Mocha's flames spewed out a large amount of blood. Finally, it was sprinkled on him again. His consciousness became a little confused, and his vision became blurry. However, that vague figure appeared in front of him, and he still knew that this person was Xiao Wuyou.

"Hahaha. Their mouths were spitting blood, but he was still coughing and laughing.

"I Mokoa never thought that one day I would be defeated by a pariah. Hahahahaha. Little friendless, continue to live. Someday, my Moco family will tear you to shreds. Haha, ahem, I'm waiting for you in hell. Mokoyan said with a smile.

Mokoyan smiled, his voice abruptly halting. Only those eyes were fixed on the figure in front of him. All his thoughts, through these eyes, tell the world how much he wants to kill the man standing there. Unfortunately, he couldn't.

Xiao Wuyou's chest rose and fell violently. Although he defeated Mokoyan, the attrition was just as huge. After a while, he reached out and grabbed Mo Keyan's Sumeru. At the same time, as before, a small flame fell on Mokoyan's body, and his body was burned.