For five hundred years, with the status of the Shura clan ruling Abi, even a mosquito has absolutely nowhere to hide.

But Mo Yu seemed to have disappeared, and even though countless monks poured into hell, they never noticed his whereabouts.

The Great Elder's face sank like water, and he could be sure that Mo Yu had not left Ah Bi, otherwise the Holy Clan's Supreme Treasure would have sensed it.

But where is he hiding?

At this moment, the Great Elder's chest ached, his heart twitched violently, and after a few breaths, the feeling suddenly dissipated, and his face turned pale in a big breath.

A throbbing of his heart made his eyes suddenly gloomy!

This is...... The treasure of the race gives him a warning!

Damn, what the hell happened?

Mo Fei, this has something to do with the Mo language......

As soon as he thought of this, the Great Elder's heart was beating again, which made him more and more sure of his guess.

"We must not wait any longer! This may be the bane of our people, and it must be cut off as soon as possible. ”

In the blink of an eye, the Great Elder had already made a decision, and shouted in a low voice: "Order, summon the twelve sacrifices of our clan, and descend to the heavens!"

Outside the hall, the face of the serving monk changed wildly, but he didn't dare to question it, and left in a hurry.

Determined to make a move, the Great Elder had one last trace of doubt in his heart, he hesitated again and again, took out a black jade slip, and after imprinting the news, he crushed it vigorously. The broken jade slip turned into a cloud of green smoke and dissipated directly.

After a few breaths, the green smoke appeared and gathered together, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a piece of intact jade slip again.

The Great Elder was overjoyed, took the jade slip with both hands, and probed into the divine thoughts.

"No......" jade slip, there is only one word.

The Great Elder frowned, and after a moment, he slowly stretched, "No...... It seems that the Holy Ancestor is the same as what I think, and this Mo Yu must not be left behind!"

Half an hour later.

Shura Temple.

Twelve sacrifices gathered.

The Great Elder waved his hand and slowly spoke, "A long time ago, our clan slaughtered the Xuanhuang lineage and destroyed the Three Realms to compete for the fierce enemy. Unexpectedly, the heaven and earth are running, the avenue is lacking, and there is one person with the blood of Emperor Xuan, and now he has entered the realm of my Abi, which has the power to shake the luck of my clan. ”

"Today, you will take action, move the luck of our clan, sense the heaven of the nose, descend to the heavens, and eradicate the root cause of our clan. There is no room for failure in this matter!"

The twelve sacrifices were all awe-inspiring, and in their eyes, monstrous killings broke out.

"Xuanhuang remnant!"

"Must die!"

An old man with a dead body and a lifeless aura all over his body stepped forward, his voice low and hoarse, "The old man participated in the First World War and killed countless people of the Xuanhuang clan, and today I will strike again to eradicate the bloodline of this clan!"

He waved his hand, "Lead, our luck!"

The twelve priests moved with the sound, and each stepped into a corner of the main hall, and on the ground, a twelve-sided corner formation suddenly appeared.

Boom –

In the sky above the Shura tribe, in an instant, the wind and clouds swirled.

......

Above the Yellow Spring, Mo Yu walked forward.

At this time, he had already understood that through the records of Pepsi, he would be in the Yellow Spring when he left the law of Ah Bi.

Through a spring, avoid the plane barrier and go straight into chaos.

Perhaps this matter is difficult for others to do, but it is easy to inherit the ancient road and enter the spring in Mo Yu.

At this moment, Mo Yu frowned, and his figure stopped.

He looked up and looked into the sky.

There was no sky above the Yellow Spring, and it was dark and chaotic, but at this moment, there was a trace of clouds and qi converging, exuding monstrous murderous power.

The endless yellow spring suddenly made waves, but I am afraid that in an instant, it will be a stormy wave!

Dare to come here, even if it is the power of heaven and earth, it will not be forgiven.

Mo Yu suddenly raised his hand, but without seeing any movement, Huang Quan made waves and quietly dispersed.

His eyes narrowed, and the cold light sparkled, "Shura clan, I haven't been looking for you yet...... If you want to kill me, today, Mo will give you a big gift in return. ”

Woo –

A gust of wind came from overhead, and the power of heaven and death came.

This power, which comes from heaven and earth, can destroy the body of the monk and destroy the soul of the monk.

Unstoppable, unavoidable.

It's for lore!

Mo Yu didn't dodge or dodge, as soon as he raised his hand, a large area of Huangquan River rose up, turning into a waterspout, enveloping his figure.

The power of heaven killing was submerged into the Huangquan River, and in an instant, it melted away.

Mo Yu was unharmed, but most of the vitality in his body suddenly dissipated, and the endless death qi exploded.

His eyes became darker and colder, and he was lukewarm.

......

In the Shura Hall, the twelve priests raised their hands and pointed together.

In mid-air, the phantom trembled violently, and although it was not shattered, it suddenly became dim.

The old priest looked tired, but the fiery killing intent in his eyes was even more vigorous, "This Xuanhuang remnant must have great luck in his body, so that he can not die after the heavenly killing, but today, he must die." ”

"Borrow, the power of our bloodline, merge into luck, and then descend to the heavens!"

Buzz –

A strange fluctuation erupted suddenly, with the Shura Hall as the core, sweeping in all directions.

All the Shura people, their bodies trembled at the same time, and the power of the bloodline exploded.

Quickly merge together, and in the blink of an eye, go straight to the sky.

The heavens and the earth shook.

Woo –

The second kill, advent.

The phantom in the air trembled violently, and the body burst open from time to time, but it was still not destroyed.

It's just that it becomes extremely illusory, like a thin layer of mist, as if it can be blown away in one breath.

The Great Elder's face was gloomy, "Emperor Xuanhuang, why haven't you died yet?"

The old priest's body became more and more dead, and his face was sad, and he sighed when he heard the words, "I can't survive two heavenly kills, and the luck of this remnant is unimaginable...... And he must be blessed with a heavy treasure on his body, so that he can save his life from death. In this way, if you want to kill him, you can only ask for the fall, the third heavenly killing power. ”

"Again and again, again and again, the power of heaven killing will reach its strongest this time. Let this remnant of evil luck be monstrous, and the treasure will protect the body, and it will also be completely destroyed, the body will die, the soul will be extinguished, and it will not enter reincarnation, and the world will be scattered forever. ”

The other eleven sacrifices showed solemnity at the same time, looked at each other and nodded slowly.

"With our thousand-year-old life, we will use the cultivation of our people to sacrifice to heaven and earth!

Boom –

The twelve sacrificial robes were windless and automatic, and inexplicable power erupted from their bodies, and everyone's body, with the rapid dissipation of Shouyuan, was rapidly becoming old. Headed by the old sacrifice, the death aura on the whole body is extremely thick, and the rotten aura is disgusting!

The Shura clan, all the strong cultivators exploded, turned into the power that swept the heavens and the earth, and shook the world.

Woo –

Third kill.

Bang –

In mid-air, the phantom trembled and collapsed.

This indicates that the object of the heavenly death has died.

The twelve priests were relieved and relieved.

Fortunately, it was not in vain that they paid such a price.

The Great Elder looked up and smiled.

......

On the Yellow Spring, Mo Yu's vitality was cut off, and the whole person exuded a monstrous death, just like the necromantic monarch in the deepest part of hell. His gaze was deep, as if it had penetrated through the time and space of heaven and earth, and fell to the Shura clan, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and the evil spirit was full of coldness.

"Heaven and earth three kills, what a big stroke...... Now, it's time for Mo to make a move. ”

Boom –

The Yellow Spring shook, and the corpse altar appeared in the tumbling, and Gu Chen's eyes opened suddenly.

Icy cold!

He raised his hand and pointed to the sky.

Countless corpses floated in the yellow springs, and at the same time opened their mouths, and let out a terrible howl.

......