The uninhibited laughter dissipated, and a black-robed figure appeared in front of the drunken temple.

"Poison Heavenly Old Ghost, do you really think that this hall can't kill you?" Mo Juetian's face was extremely gloomy, and he gritted his teeth.

The person who suddenly appeared was naturally the poisonous old ghost who had an old grudge against the Rakshasa Gate.

"Hmph, Mo Juetian, this seat has said that everything that is not good for your Rakshasa Sect, this seat is extremely happy!" "The old ghost of the poisonous heaven snorted coldly disdainfully, and his body exuded a trace of turquoise poisonous gas.

"Thank you for your help, the kid is grateful!" Drunken Temple also bowed respectfully to the poisonous old ghost at the moment.

"With a show of effort, this seat is not the same as his Rakshasa Gate!" the old ghost waved his hand, and his face was still gloomy.

"Good, good....... Very good, then you will all be in ashes!"

Seeing this, Mo Juetian said coldly, and his two dry palms suddenly bent, grabbing them in the direction of the poisonous old ghost.

"Dead Silence!"

Thundered!

The entire area was instantly dusty, and deep ravines and cracks suddenly appeared on the surface, and the majestic Xuanli waves immediately scattered in all directions.

The Xuan Qi driven by Mo Juetian's palm was very different from the ordinary Xuan Qi, the flowing cyclone seemed to carry the dead and silent qi that wiped out the vitality around it, and where the air flow swept by, the trees withered and yellowed, and the flowers withered.

"Boy, stand back!" At the same time as the poisonous old ghost stepped out, a force pushed the drunken temple down the back.

"Heavenly Poison Miasma!"

Immediately after that, he looked at the fierce attack issued by Mo Juetian with cold eyes, and at that moment, he also let out a loud shout, and the turquoise poisonous Xuan Qi in his sleeve robe rolled out, and the explosion sound of layers of Xuan Force colliding instantly sounded in the entire space.

Bang bang bang!

"Hmph, old poison, you are also worthy of being the opponent of this temple?"

After the collision, Mo Juetian was a half-step Nirvana Realm powerhouse after all, so he naturally obviously occupied the top, and after snorting coldly, he immediately took advantage of the situation to strike again.

At the same time, Lu Cheng on the side also smiled coldly, seizing this short gap to brew an attack from the flank.

"Soul Creation Palm!"

The dark blue Xuan Qi in Lu Cheng's palm swirled at high speed, and the next moment, it converged with the Dead Silence Xuan Power of Mo Jue Tian and blasted towards the Poison Heaven Old Ghost.

As soon as this move came out, Rao is Fu Sect Youxuzi, who was watching the battle, was slightly shocked in his heart. Rakshasa Gate, the attack of the two halls of life and death, the combined attack, such power, even the powerhouses of the Nirvana Realm can only temporarily avoid the edge!

The Lord of the Hall of Death, Mo Juetian, cultivates the Death Silence Mysterious Power that symbolizes death and annihilation.

And Lu Cheng, the master of the Hall of Life, is cultivating the mysterious power of living beings that create vitality.

These two completely different mystical forces come together, which is the hole card of the two——— and the two forces of life and death.

The Xuan Vein of the person who is recruited will be destroyed by the two forces of life and death in an instant, and he will become a waste!

"Hahahaha, teaming up to deal with this seat? That's an honor......"

The old ghost of the poisonous sky still laughed wildly in the face of the combined attack of the two. Immediately after that, he bit the tip of his tongue violently, and a mouthful of essence blood spurted out, and a pair of slender finger marks changed abruptly, and the flesh and blood on his body seemed to swell up at this moment.

"It's not good, this old poison wants to fight hard!"

After Mo Jietian noticed the movements of the poisonous old ghost, his face was shocked, and he hurriedly grabbed Lu Cheng's shoulder and flashed back.

"Boom!"

Thundered!

With the poisonous old ghost as the center, the entire small area exploded in an instant, and the poisonous gas in the sky danced wildly in the air, causing everyone who was watching the battle to flee into the distance at this time.

"This old immortal thing......."

The poisonous mist dissipated, and Mo Juetian's thin arm supported a barrier of mysterious power and walked out of the smoke and dust, but Lu Cheng beside him was extremely embarrassed, half of his arm was broken by the explosion just now, and the flesh and blood were blurred in the cross-section, which was unbearable.

Drunk this temple looked at it, and saw that the poisonous old ghost was in tatters at this time, standing naked and panting not far away, and his breath was extremely prostration.

The previous move was obviously his desperate gamble, not only exhausting all his Xuan power, but also at the cost of essence blood, which meant that his longevity would be lost!

"Is there a way to kill them?"

Drunk this temple roared in his heart, this poisonous old ghost didn't know him but was willing to work hard for him. Even if it was just because he had a grudge against the Rakshasa Gate, he also blocked the siege of the two powerhouses for him.

Drunk in this temple, you can't watch him die like this!

"There's no way for the time being... With our current energy, even that empty speech can't be helped, let alone this Mo Juetian and Lu Cheng?" said in a low voice, with some helplessness in his voice.

Just when he was drunk with the anxiety of this temple, a petite figure appeared beside him, and it was the strange little beast.

"Huh?"

Before he could speak, a scene that made him jaw-dropping happen.

I saw that the little beast was floating in the air and stood firm, and its small and delicate mouth suddenly opened several times wider, and then a terrifying attraction instantly spread in this area.

Roar!

A beast roar that seemed to come from the desolation made everyone present tremble, and the golden feather in the distance was even more shocked, it was a kind of coercion from the depths of the bloodline, making his soul tremble in the depths!

The bloodline coercion brought to him by this little beast was even stronger than that of the Demon King Peng Clan!

Yun Xi opened her mouth widely, and her beautiful eyes were amazed, she couldn't imagine that the little guy who was like a cute pet in her arms had such a power!

The huge attraction forcibly uprooted all the surrounding trees and sucked them all into its mouth.

The Zhou family, the Fu Sect, the Rakshasa Sect, and the dying Poison Heaven Old Ghost were all stunned at this moment, and immediately used their Xuan power to stabilize their bodies, preventing the terrible attraction from pulling them away.

"What kind of monster is this, why is this kid surrounded by so many unbelievable things!?"

Mo Juetian's heart was beating like thunder, seeing that he was able to take the life of that poisonous old ghost, this sudden appearance of the little beast instantly disrupted his plan.

"Sting... What kind of demon beast is it......" Drunken Temple looked at the little guy in front of him, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"I really don't know. Don't worry about this for now, look at the Futu Tower in your hand!" said in a deep voice.

Drunk this temple looked at it, and the miniature floating tower in his hand was shaking wildly, emitting bursts of piercing buzzing sounds. His soul seemed to be closely connected to the Floating Slaughter Tower, and he trembled with it.

Boom!

An earth-shattering loud bang rang out, and everyone's eyes suddenly focused on the drunken temple. I saw that the small floating tower in his hand rose dozens of meters, although it was far less than one-tenth of its original appearance before, it still stood like a small hill in front of everyone's eyes.

"It's... It's the Floating Tower!"

Everyone's eyes were torn apart at this moment, and they screamed like ghosts.

Zhou Taiyao, Zhou Yuan, Mo Juetian, Lu Cheng, Fu Zong Youxuzi, Poison Heaven Old Ghost, and Kong Ci, who had been watching the battlefield from a distance, all suddenly shook their hearts at this time.

At this moment, how could they not understand that the strange disappearance of this Futu Pagoda actually originated from this young man named Drunken Temple!

"The old man's nirvana heart!"

Youxuzi's brows furrowed suddenly, and his whole body was faintly moving, he was unwilling to meddle in the grievances of the Rakshasa Gate, but now his ring was captured by the Futu Tower, and the Futu Tower was controlled by this drunken temple, how could he not know that he had taken away all the treasures!

However, the temple did not give them a chance to come back to their senses, and the next moment, the small tower like a hill in front of him quickly rose into the air, and the shadow shrouded the people below.

"I'm almost out of breath with this thing!" Drunk this temple cried out again and again in his heart, and with the expansion and soaring of the Futu Tower, he only felt that his body was pressed by a small mountain, and his breathing became difficult.

"Hiss———"

His mind crashed for a moment, and at the same time, the hill-like floating tower suddenly fell from mid-air, causing the pupils of everyone below to shrink suddenly.

"Get out of the way!"

The crowd let out a frightened cry, especially Namo Juetian and Lu Cheng, who were directly below the Futu Tower, if they fell, they would definitely be the first to be crushed into meatloaf!

"Old Mo, pull me ......" Lu Cheng's eyes were terrified, he had suffered a desperate blow from the old ghost of the poisonous heaven before, he was seriously injured at this time, and it was difficult to get out at all.

Mo Juetian didn't seem to hear Lu Cheng's cry for help, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his old eyes, he gritted his teeth, and rushed out in the direction away from this area at the fastest speed in his life.

"Old Mo... You!" Lu Cheng's face turned pale in an instant, looking at Mo Juetian's distant back, the top of his head was black, and there was no room for maneuver.

Thundered!

The deafening sound of shaking instantly resounded in the sky.

Several zhang of dust flew up, covering the sky and the sun, like a storm that swept through the entire city lord's mansion.

After a long time, those strong men who had fled far away once again focused their eyes on the area where the Futu Tower had fallen, and the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, but there was no shadow of the Futu Tower, only a huge earth pit several feet deep and a flattened rotten flesh in the pit that had long been blurred with flesh and blood.

"Drunk on this temple ........"

Mo Juetian, who had survived the catastrophe in the distance, looked at this mess, his face had become distorted, and his lips trembled slightly.

Futu Tower, drunk everyone in this temple, and even the poisonous old ghost at the end of the strong crossbow are nowhere to be seen, and they can't even catch a trace of breath.

"Ahhhhh

Mo Juetian roared with gnashing teeth, and the terrifying mystical power emitted from that body razed several surrounding buildings in the City Lord's Mansion to the ground.

Not far away, Zhou Taiyao and Zhou Yuan were also stunned in place, looking at the huge pit with complicated expressions.

"Son, you are right...... This son deserves the attention of my Zhou family. Zhou Yuan spat out a word from between his teeth.

Zhou Taiyao was silent, drunk with the methods used by this temple one after another to refresh his understanding, and after a while, he muttered solemnly,

"This person, I'm afraid the background is quite terrifying. Our Zhou family is not only going to make friends, but also to help each other......"