Carrying the "Immortal King in the Nine Heavens", the body is covered with immortal golden light, every word and deed, every move, reflecting the heavens and the earth, the three realms and six paths, showing the peerless elegance, the ancient and modern Xiao Chen, in this silence, the world and the earth are silent, the abrupt step under his feet, showing the momentum of crushing mountains and rivers, and the power of swallowing the eight desolations pressed to Mo Yan's side.

has been passively letting people suppress it, this is not Xiao Chen's character.

Even if there is an earth-shaking gap in cultivation, Xiao Chen has to fight hard to shake the other party's figure.

Xiao Chen, who holds such a will and spirit, is as bright as the dazzling dazzling beam that spreads out from the blazing eyes of the starry sun, as if there is a kind of unparalleled peerless grandeur that avoids ten thousand ways and trembles.

In a gesture, in the fire and light stone, Xiao Chen punched out!

The power of this punch, moving up to nine heavens and moving down to nine shades, is combined with the mystery of the "Heavenly Thunder Mantra" that is brilliant and blazing, judging all things, and under a punch, it kills a great monk in one realm and one realm in seconds, which is more than enough.

"You're looking for death!"

Mo Yan's face was distorted, and his face was calm.

Xiao Chen's elegance is peerless, proud of the past and the present, and it has indeed impacted the level of his soul will, and it has also made him stunned again and again, unbelievable. But Xiao Chen dared to take the initiative to bully him, this was not taking himself in his eyes at all.

In the midst of such contempt, Mo Yan's fingers quickly pinched out the magic seal, colliding on Xiao Chen's invincible fist mark that broke through the eons and hit the sky, the rocky earth where the two of them were the source fell apart in an instant, and the dust waves were swept down, the corners of Xiao Chen's mouth overflowed with blood, and the golden light outside the body was annihilated.

The body also flew upside down like a broken marionette.

But during this period, a bloody long thorn that lingered around the golden cracked stone and fluctuated in a terrifying taboo flew out from the cuffs of Xiao Chen in this stormy and temporary.

How could it drown and swallow the rivers and rivers, the terrible storm of the desolate mountains, in front of this twisted void, the terrifying blood-colored thorn, a crack was broken, as if it was a brocade, slid by the sharp scissors.

There is no doubt that Xiao Chen's terrifying punch that struck the heavens and gave me no one else is just a pretense in the end, just a foreshadowing, and the real killing move is this "Blood Soul Thorn"!

Blood Soul Thorn: After the ancient fierce blood demonic beast reached adulthood, it could breed and refine the natal thing, which had the terrifying ability to penetrate the flesh and blood and pierce the three souls and seven spirits. Xiao Chen's "Blood Soul Thorn" was naturally obtained in the secret realm of the ruins, but it was a pity that it had been broken, even if it was repaired and intact, the origin power was not as good as when it was flawless.

Fortunately, for Xiao Chen, this "Blood Soul Thorn" is still a super killer worth using!

The storm and waves were torn apart, and the blood soul thorn that appeared in front of Mo Yan's eyebrows in an instant looked like a blood-colored chalcedony cast, and the surface flowing with brilliant blood light was also intertwined with some natural, ancient and strange innate veins.

“...... What is this?"

In an instant, Mo Yan, who tasted the horror of death, his pupils contracted to a point, and his heart was about to explode.

These are all physical reflexes that only occur before the extremely terrible death crisis.

In this fleeting moment, there was no time to think about Mo Yan, who held his breath and came to the Dao of Heaven and Earth, where is the oppression of the mighty ancient mountains, the bloody and piercing ancient thorns, but he just wanted to take the blood-colored thorns and buzzed and trembled, and he rushed forward, and it was still terrifying to pierce Mo Yan's head and eyebrows.

"No!"

As the leader of the younger generation in the Heavenly Power Holy Land, Mo Yan was ten thousand reluctant to lose his life in the hands of Xiao Chen, who was only the sixth level of the Jindan Realm, and saw that the front end of the "Blood Soul Thorn" had pierced into his eyebrows. Mo Yan's face was pale and hasty, hysterical, and he screamed and sacrificed a mysterious talisman the size of a baby's fist.

The diamond-shaped mysterious talisman has an incomparable blazing arc, and the whole body is also watered with countless layers of dense avenue symbols that are difficult to catch with the naked eye, as soon as it appears, it imprisons the "blood soul thorn" that wants to penetrate Mo Yan's skull with an unpredictable and magnificent avenue power, and it is also in this fleeting moment,

Mo Yan retreated with the wind under his feet, and thus avoided the death catastrophe of wanting the "blood soul piercing" to pierce the eyebrows and heart.

"It's a pity!" Xiao Chen sighed, he took the initiative to deceive himself in front of that Mo Yan, a punch as a foreshadowing, and a blood soul stab as a killing machine! If this guy has not been able to erase this guy, Xiao Chen wants to hunt this Mo Yan with the mortal immortal to hunt out this seven-fold Mo Yan of the Dao One Realm, it will be difficult to ascend to the sky, after all, Mo Yan, who has walked on the edge of death, will definitely not show a flaw below,

I definitely won't be careless about myself and take it lightly.

The red hot blood, along the wound part of the eyebrows, was covered with Mo Yan's handsome face, not long ago when he walked out of the camp of the Heavenly Power Holy Land, he was still high-spirited, noble and tall, and indispensable, how long has it been, in the hands of Xiao Chen, who is the sixth level of the Jindan Realm, he tasted a devastating death blow.

There was no suspense with hatred to the bone, like a crazy eerie blood-surging color, burning endlessly, surging in the depths of Mo Yan's pupils, he locked on Xiao Chen with a bloodthirsty gaze like a wild beast, and roared: "You should die! If I don't crush your bones and ashes and refine your soul, then I won't be a true disciple of the Heavenly Power Holy Land!"

Xiao Chen turned a deaf ear, the wind was light, and said with a playful smile on his lips: "There is a lot of nonsense, you have barked more than once and barked to break the corpse into thousands of pieces, and cut me with a thousand knives, but you have not been able to get your wish so far." The dignified Heavenly Power Holy Land, one of the ancient holy places in Tianzhou, how could you have such a smiling and generous and embarrassing thing. ”

The power of this sentence was not small, and it directly stimulated Na Mo Yan to be angry and spit out blood.

When Xiao Chen saw it, he smiled brightly, his teeth were snow-white, and he was harmless to humans and animals, and added, "I haven't finished talking yet." The saint of the Heavenly Power Holy Land mainly knows that you are a true disciple of the Heavenly Power Holy Land, and you are swaggering through the market in this Xuantian Domain, dancing your claws and teeth, and showing your eyes, I am afraid that you will vomit three liters of blood in anger, and you will be killed.

It's better for you to apologize for your sins with death, and that will be worthy of your status as a true disciple of the Heavenly Power Holy Land. ”。

Mo Yan: "......"

Many monks at the scene: "......"