Now it seems that there are more than ten, and now if he is facing a monk in the Tianzu realm, he feels that he can fight a hundred!

Time passed, and after the two stayed here for a few hours, the sky was dark, and the bright moon hung high in the sky like a millstone, and Mo Kun and Zhang Wenlin finally came over.

"So you were hiding here, but we had a hard time finding it. Mo Kun's voice came, he held a wooden seal in his hand, and looked at the two of them with burning eyes.

Next to him, Zhang Wenlin also had bright eyes, holding a streaming disc, the bright brilliance was like water, and the secret power fluctuated, which was a good six-place magic soldier.

Seeing this, Bing Shenyan put away the broken beads, this thing can only hide part of the breath, the Flying Feather Sect has many methods, and after such a long time, it is normal to find the two of them.

He got up slowly, his cultivation had already recovered, his injuries had improved a lot, and now he had the strength to fight.

"Hand over the secret art book you stole from my Ling Pavilion and offer it with both hands, I can consider letting you die happily. Zhang Wenlin's eyes were very cold, staring at Bing Shen Yan.

The two life cave realm peers who chased this person with him before had been killed by the person in front of him, and the Blue Eagle Treasure Technique attacked Wushuang, and he used a streaming disc to severely damage Bing Shen Yan.

"Hand over the Blue Eagle Treasure Technique too!" he said, he had already coveted that secret technique in his heart for a long time, otherwise he would not have taken the initiative to arrest Bing Shen Yan with his identity as the third grandson of the Qing Dynasty.

"Are you sure you want to fight in the land of the gods?" Zhuo Chuan is not afraid of the two of them, he is fully successful today, standing in the realm of divine powers, and if he fights with Mo Kun again, he is confident that he can be suppressed from below.

He was just in awe of this place, and the scene of Shi Changkong being burned to ashes in the realm of the Six Lands was still vivid, so he had to be cautious.

It was precisely because of this that Mo Kun and the others did not rush to make a move, and confronted them with the secret treasure in hand.

Rumble!

In the end, they still couldn't hold back, the wooden seal in Mo Kun's hand evolved a thunder pool, and the lightning surged, illuminating a radius of hundreds of zhang, coming towards Zhuo Chuan.

At the same time, Zhang Wenlin sacrificed a streaming disc, rippling a circle of colorful ripples, and fought with Bing Shenyan.

The battle is about to break out, this place is the outer edge of the land of the gods, and areas like ambergris are naturally a minority, as long as their battle does not spread too far, it should not lead to killing.

"Kill!"

Zhuo Chuan shouted, with the purple sun on his head, the phantom of the stars on his back, and the secret power of the green eagle between his palms and fingers, without reservation, he used all his strength as soon as he came up.

Now is different from the past, his strength has skyrocketed, and he is facing Mo Kun head-on, but he is not lagging behind at all.

"Impossible!" The latter couldn't believe that it had only been so long that the boy would be able to confront him, and he would be shocked without losing the formation.

Bang!

The two fists each other and fight with brute force.

This time, Zhuo Chuan was not repulsed, and the Qinghua between his palms and fingers was a little stronger, which was stronger than Shentie, and smashed Mo Kun's arm numb, and his five fingers trembled.

"I don't believe you're all there is to it. He looked at Mo Kun, his face was calm, and there was confidence on his face to push the enemy.

This is the prototype of the growth of a real demonic character, and Zhuo Chuan is taking this path, using Mo Kun as his first whetstone.

"You don't have to be too arrogant!" Mo Kun's black hair danced wildly, and finally he no longer had any reservations, and white feather wings appeared behind him, shining brightly, and pieces of silver feathers condensed beside him.

In addition, Mo Kun's divine power transformed into a silver feather coat for himself, and his aura exploded, making both Bing Shen Yan and the two who were fighting next to him look sideways.

Zhuo Chuan didn't dare to be careless and waited for it.

After all, the other party is a monk of the Destiny Acupoint Sea Realm, although he has comprehended the supernatural power to break the ban, but in the final analysis, he is still in the Heavenly Foot, and there is a gap between the two.

He took out the ancient sword of the mage, and the golden jade clothes on his body also glowed, protecting himself.

Moreover, Zhuo Chuan's left hand was sealed, and wisps of blue light rippled like water waves, swirling around his body.

This is one of the secret techniques of the purple sun left to him by Lin Nanshan, which can be attacked and defended, and it is endlessly changing.

"Do you think you are Wei Xin, Demon Desolate Mingmu and other people? You still want to reverse the high realm!" Mo Kun snorted, his eyes bloomed, and now he looked like a humanoid divine bird, majestic and majestic.

"Even if it's them, they can only kill the Divine Spring Cultivator at the peak realm of Tianzu, why are you fighting against me?!"

The light and rain were all over the sky, and the silver feathers were like a sharp sword, extremely sharp, and it was not a problem to cut gold and broken stones.

Zhuo Chuan also finally saw the strength of the Huahai Cultivator, he was under great pressure, and the ancient sword and sword qi of the magic soldier in his hand were all over the place, and he was tired of dealing with the silver feathers in the sky.

The thunder of the wooden seal is huge, like a catastrophe overpowering the top, destroying the withering and decaying.

Mo Kun was like a god, with white feathered wings on his back, although he couldn't fly in this place where the god fell, his speed was very fast, and his figure flickered, leaving a string of afterimages.

Bite...... Ding Ding ......

Zhuo Chuan's feet shrank into an inch of secret art, and his body was also disillusioned, swinging the ancient sword of the magic soldier and slashing towards the feathers of the sword, making a sound of gold and iron striking.

Their battle did not spread far, and for fear of touching the danger of the secret land, both of them were restrained in their extremely fast body skills, and they did not dare to use them with all their might.

Bang!

Mo Kun attacked and slapped Zhuo Chuan, and his divine power swept like waves in the Hanhai Sea, hitting the latter backwards.

Before Zhuo Chuan could stabilize his figure, a thunder giant axe slashed towards him, carrying an aura of destruction, which made people's hearts tremble.

Boom

Zhuo Chuan urged the purple sun above his head to block the thunder axe, and at the same time, the blue ghost light around his body flowed, rolling towards Mo Kun like a long snake.

"Destroy me!"

Laugh at!

Mo Kun's eyes shot out of Shenhua, shining on the flying ghostly light, incinerating it like ice and snow melting.

Then, behind him, white gimmicks rose one after another, filling the whole heaven and earth, innumerable, and the cries were piercing, which could affect people's minds.

Those god-shaped birds and sparrows were like pieces of white blades, flying towards Zhuo Chuan overwhelmingly.

Fortunately, Zhuo Chuan's eyebrows were guarded by the cool secret power of the green jade chessboard, and his divine sense was empty and clear, and he was not affected.

He swung the ancient sword of the magic weapon for the first time, and forcibly cut a gap in the white-feathered flock of birds that covered the sky and the sun.

"Whew...... Whew......"

He gasped, sure enough, the monks of the Destiny Transformation Sea Realm were not easy to deal with, even if he was already in the realm of supernatural powers, he had to go all out, otherwise he might be suppressed and killed at any time.

Mo Kun's expression was cold, and he used the natal wood seal to attack, and he also held a rusty broken spear in his hand, pointing at Zhuo Chuan from afar.

It was a six-land mage, but it had been damaged and could not exert its full strength, but it was still much stronger than an ordinary life point mage.

"I didn't expect to make me take out a broken spear to deal with a Tianzu monk, it's a shame for me!" Mo Kun walked towards Zhuo Chuan step by step.

The thunder pool is surging, confronting Zhuo Chuan's purple sun.

The silver feathers are terrifying, and they attack the Blue Eagle Treasure Technique.

The ancient sword of the French soldier was also sacrificed, and the clash of lightning struck the wooden seal.

The sky was densely packed with white-feathered birds, blocked by a round of stars and blue watery glow......

This area, dazzling and dazzling, roaring endlessly, as if there are thousands of troops and horses fighting, the scene is shocking.

Bing Shenyan and Zhang Wenlin were surprised, and they had been paying attention to the battle between Zhuo Chuan and the two.

In terms of his own strength, Mo Kun is even stronger than Zhang Wenlin, but the latter is the third grandson of Zhang Qing, with a noble identity and many life-saving things.

A young man in the Tianzu realm can fight him to this point, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Zhang Wenlin would never believe it.

"What kind of monster is this kid...... Bing Shen Yan was also surprised, and his heart was surprised.

The battle continued, Zhuo Chuan's fighting spirit rushed to the sky, he had never been high, looking at Mo Kun who was like a god of war, instead of being afraid, his eyes were burning.

He has been in this world for nearly two years and has been practicing for so long, he has experienced a lot, but he has never had such a hearty battle.

When he was in the Ziyang Cave Heaven, the same door was fought until the point, and there were reservations, but when he arrived at the ancient ruins, his strength was low, and he could only use the ancient sword of the magic soldier to deter the enemy.

As for the experience in the primeval wilderness of the Heavenly Monument Secret Realm, with Su Ze accompanying him, most of the storms and waves were often fought against him and Ye Yunfan.

Rather than a protector, he is more like the person who is guarded, presumably if it weren't for Su Ze, Meng Yinfeng would not have chosen the two of them to go together......

And now, he has finally ushered in a pure life-and-death battle!

The other party is a person from the Destiny Cave Realm, and he is a big realm above him.

Never mind!

Now he has this self-confidence, and he can go down and do the things of evil and genius.

"When I was in Chifeng Forest, Su Ze once passed on a spell to me, called - Cutting a Thousand Troops!" Zhuo Chuan whispered, his expression was calm, and he said word by word.

"After I practiced, I realized that there was only one form of this so-called secret art. ”

"Kill a thousand armies, cut a thousand armies...... Su Ze told me that this is one of the remnants of an ancient secret technique, and it is said that the ancient art that has long been lost is unparalleled in the world, and it is claimed to be able to seal the sky!"

"Of course, I don't believe it, but I am really amazed by the power of this spell. ”

His divine power was condensed, and the surrounding aura fluctuated and swirled, as if a bottomless pit was forming, absorbing the spiritual charm of heaven and earth.

When Zhuo Chuan's words echoed, Mo Kun felt a cool breath on his neck, and when he looked back, he found that he was standing in the middle of an execution ground at some point, and on his head, a guillotine was heavy, like the impermanence of asking for his life.

"What kind of spell is this?!" He found that his body was stiff, his divine power was imprisoned in his body, his hands and feet were numb, and he could not move while standing under the cold and panicked guillotine.

And Zhuo Chuan, at this moment, is like a prison officer holding a slashing decision, as long as he gives an order, the sign of death in his hand is waved down, and the guillotine knife will suddenly fall, ending Mo Kun's life.

"No...... Not ......"

This was the first time Mo Kun faced the monks of the Tianzu Realm in a panic, he really felt the threat of death, the divine power in his body was sealed, his limbs were weak, and he couldn't break free at all.

"No, I can't die......"

He yelled, his face full of fear, but in this strange execution ground, he seemed unable to do anything.

The guillotine was above his head, and he was not bound by chains, and no one pressed him there, but he couldn't move, and his steps seemed to be on the ground, and he couldn't move the slightest.

Zhuo Chuan shook his head and sighed, the technique of slashing thousands of troops is indeed an attack on Wushuang, but this is only relative, how can a strong-willed person and a powerful person be locked up?

Mo Kun couldn't break free, not because Zhuo Chuan's spell was too strong, but because his mind was not firm enough.

After all, he is only a monk of the Tianzu realm, and it stands to reason that this secret technique is difficult to trap people in the high realm, they only need to break through the delusion and take a step forward to avoid the guillotine's life.

"Say goodbye to the world!"

Zhuo Chuan's face was grim, without the slightest pity, and he waved it down with a "slashing decision" in his hand, and the panicked guillotine knife also fell with a bang.

"No ......"

Burst!

Mo Kun's voice stopped abruptly, and a corpse fell weakly, its head separated, and the red blood flowed to the ground, immersed in the dirt.

In an instant, the silver feathers in the sky collapsed, the white gimmicks and birds collapsed, and the thunder pool dimmed, returning to the wooden seal.

Without the impetus of Mo Kun's divine power, his natal treasure seal also fell to the ground, and the thunder and lightning disappeared, falling among the flowers and plants.

Next to Mo Kun's corpse, a rusty broken spear lay quietly, until in the end, he couldn't swing the spear to attack Zhuo Chuan.

The battle ended so abruptly that one couldn't believe it, as if in a dream.

Obviously, at the previous moment, there was still a correspondence between the two, and the spell was bombarded, and the glow was shining.

But in the next moment, Mo Kun died, and the headless corpse fell, and the blood-stained god fell to the ground.

Zhuo Chuan's battle came to an end, his breath was sluggish, and his own magic was also scattered.

After putting away the ancient sword of the mage, he sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a crimson fruit from the ancient ring, and devoured it in a big gulp.

Zhang Wenlin hasn't solved it yet, he needs to recover his divine power, and eating the elixir fruit is the simplest and most direct way.

This is Zhuo Chuan's first real killing, there is no fear, no excitement, no joy or sorrow, more of a kind of amazement.

"This is the world of monks......" he sighed, sighing in his heart.