Adams was nailed to the ground, dead without a blink.

The eight hundred dead men looked frightened and did not dare to move.

On the contrary, Mo Rigen was more calm, because he really had no interest in Mo Qian at all.

Seeing Mo Qian coming, Mo Rigen smiled slightly, stroked his chest with his right hand, and saluted.

Ink Poor retracted his attention and pulled out Adams' Best metal, and restrained his mind into a ball, the size of a grapefruit.

And inside the Best ball, from the Inner Wall of the Best Metal itself, the word 'poor' emerges as the landing point.

Mo Qian began to transfer the dragon's blood into the Best Ball, and saw that the liquid that hit the black wall this time no longer floated into the sky, but disappeared directly.

As for the ones in the sky, because they float slowly, they can be ignored for the time being, and when they fall, it will be good if Mo Qian sweeps them into the Best ball.

In this way, after dozens of minutes, the river has dried up, and only golden blood remains in the riverbed.

The Yellow River itself has been cut off, because upstream, Gou Ye and Jiang Long, plus dozens of dragon blood warriors, forcibly changed the direction of the upstream flow, so that no water flows through the heart.

Therefore, the downstream where Mo Qian is located is purely a torrent formed by dragon blood, and it is still rolling.

"The dragon's blood is gone...... Mo Rigen saw everything in his eyes, and naturally he couldn't see the way.

I just felt that the black wall suddenly became like a black hole, and everything melted into it.

Mo Rigen once suspected, could it be the Heavenly Realm over there?

For a moment, he wanted to rush up and give himself up, but after all, he just thought about it. Adams was still alive, and he knew he couldn't get any near there.

Adams set an example for himself, and almost did everything he didn't want Morrigan to do in advance.

In front of him, it acts as a negative teaching material.

As soon as Mo Rigen had any thoughts, he couldn't help but think of the remnant of Adams's dead face, and he couldn't shake it off.

About half an hour later, the dragon's blood was almost dry, and Mo Qian won step by step, pushing the black wall along the river.

Everywhere I went, everything from dragon blood to animals and even some dirt disappeared inch by inch.

They should have squeezed past the edge of the wall like fluid, but the moment they squeezed through, it was equivalent to shooting into the Best ball.

The Best ball in mid-air is getting heavier and heavier.

But on the surface, it can't be seen, because Mo Qian has already thrown it upward, and the speed is extremely slow.

So much so that almost two hours have passed now, and it has only floated up more than ten meters.

Therefore, no one could see that such a black ball suspended in the air, once it fell at this moment, it was enough to smash the earth out of a hole and sink deep into the center of the earth!

"Hey, hey, don't go far, you have to cover me, otherwise if you go, I'll fake my death and become really dead." Adams lay on the ground, pouting and stiffening, and said in his heart.

"Why don't I secretly take you in Yuanying?" Mo Qian smiled.

Adams was speechless and said, "You are poisonous, smash that ball down, and I will let the dead man take the opportunity to take my corpse away." ”

As soon as Mo Qiao's thoughts moved, he saw the black ball in mid-air smash down.

Just a free fall, like a missile, smashes a cloud of flying dust.

"Boom!"

The cavalry's war horses were instantly startled, looking at the small mushroom cloud that rose up, and they didn't know what the Black Emperor was going to do.

"Quack!"

After the smash, the black ball did not stop, and it continued to drill into the ground.

The thick earth was fragile in front of this small black ball at the moment, a small, hard, and heavy ball, and its pressure on the ground was extremely terrifying, like an overweight needle, pierced into the concrete floor.

"Quack...... Puff puff puff ......" all sorts of strange sounds came from the ground, and you could hear it, and it gradually sank deeper and deeper.

"Huh?"

When Morrigan's attention was withdrawn from the ball, he found that the eight hundred dead men had run away with Adams' body.

"Forget it, let's not chase it, forgive them and they won't be able to kill back to the city. Morrigan said.

However, one of his commanders said, "King Khan, that man ...... That man's arm had absorbed dragon blood before. ”

Mo Rigen woke up suddenly, as if yes, no wonder this group of dead soldiers wanted to take the corpse away, there might be dragon blood left on the corpse.

Although Mo Qian did not react to this, it shows the absurdity of this idea.

But what about the slightest bit of it? He was curious about the effect of dragon blood.

"Chase! Get me the body back. Mo Rigen ordered in a low voice, looked at Mo Qian, who ignored him, and thought that there was nothing to see here, so he immediately led the army to pursue.

Mo Qian watched the large army go after Adams, leaving only a few scouts behind, and immediately sped up the storage speed.

As the dragon's blood became less and less, the speed at which Mo Qi advanced became faster and faster.

Soon, he rushed to the bottom of the dragon's heart, and at this moment, the dragon's blood was completely drained, and the dry heart was dull, dry, numb, almost an empty shell.

But even if it's an empty shell, it's just as heavy, because there's dragon meat......

Inside the dragon's heart, many snakes, insects, rats and ants have bitten out of their nests and nests.

Mo Qian saw that a thirty-zhang giant snake was dwelling in the dragon's flesh, and he didn't know how many snakes had fallen off.

Ants and insects make up half of the country, and most of the rest are rodents.

The giant beasts killed each other, and Mo Qian found that these dragon-blooded animals were much more powerful than dragon-blooded people.

The structure of many bodies has changed, and dragon scales, dragon horns and other parts have appeared.

"I didn't have it before, was it because I ate dragon meat?" he didn't want to care about this for the time being, and then he would leave some samples for study.

I saw Mo Qian turn the black wall into a giant blade, first jumped to the top of the dragon's heart, and then accelerated in reverse, slashing down diagonally.

A large chunk of muscle at the tip of the dragon's heart fell off, as if the mountain peak had been sliced off.

And the huge dragon meat that was cut off can be brushed and disappear directly.

In the eyes of onlookers, it was as if Mo Qian's knife had chopped off a piece of the dragon's heart.

"My strength can reach 1,000 tons when accelerating, and it is even more difficult to estimate the instantaneous explosion. Mo Qian realized his own power and continued to frantically slash the dragon's heart.

He rose into the air one after another, jumped and slashed one after another, and the black blade was like making a knife to cut the surface, disintegrating the dragon's heart piece by piece, and the cut part was directly sent into the Best ball.

However, he soon discovered the disadvantage of his strong physical fitness, which was extremely poor endurance.

Mo Qian felt that he would not be able to maintain high-intensity exercise for more than ten seconds, and his maximum strength would explode in an instant, and he would even lose his body in five seconds.

This made him have to drink some dragon blood every once in a while.

The Mongolian scouts who were observing from a distance could not see that Mo was weak, they only knew that a small figure in the sky was slashing a huge black blade and flattening a 'mountain'.

It's over, except for a dozen pools of dragon blood, and a little dragon meat scattered.

It took four hours before and after the ink poor, and finally the mountain was leveled.

This is not the time when I was a poor rocker, and I got those 100-meter peaks. The dragon's heart is a behemoth that is four thousand meters high and five thousand meters long, and if this dragon's heart is lost, Mo Poor is equivalent to flattening Yandang Mountain.

At this time, the manpower transferred from all over the country finally arrived and began to clean up the remaining mess.

For example, these dragon blood ponds, together there are about three hundred tons of dragon blood, which is enough for everyone to maintain a high-energy life state with low consumption for a period of time.

There are also scattered dragon meat, which is also about eighty tons, which should be enough for research.

Including some animals that were not shot away with the mountain, Mo Qian also kept some.

The Mongolian army scouts were surprised when they saw a group of people 'picking up treasures' there, but the Black Emperor didn't care at all.

I had the audacity to say that I could pick these up, but I was blown away by a burst of energy that burst out from the ground.

The Best Ball was opened by Mo Poor, and the energy inside was shot into the sky by his hand, and what shook the scouts was only a small amount of diffuse vibration.

Still, Mo Qian found it strange.

"Huh, so little?" After doing so many poor stones, Mo Qian knew too well how long the energy would take.

But this time, it was only a little poured, and the high-pressure substance in the Best ball stabilized.

"The less energy is released, the greater the amount of energy that is left behind. ”

Ink was well aware of this, and he immediately jumped back to the ground with the Bester ball to check what was left inside.

I saw a golden irregular crystal lying in the Best ball, this crystal is very similar to a poor stone, but it is different, there is a rich energy radiation on it.

"It's not good, it's different from Poor Stone, this thing has radiation ......" Mo Qian hurriedly sealed the Best Ball again, thinking that he would study it later.

Looking at the Mongolian scouts again, they fled across their horses one by one, intending to find Mozhigen to report the news.

In this regard, Mo Qian directly rushed to subdue them and seal their memory.

Just kidding, I finally fooled more than 10,000 people in the past, but don't be spoiled by these few people.

Let Mo Rigen always think that the gods of the world will not care about the world.

The character design of the Black Emperor is still very dogmatic.

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