"Boom!"

A dull bell immediately resounded between heaven and earth, and the sword light swept over the ancient bell, as if throwing a stone into the calm lake, and the sound seemed to ripple out.

The mighty sword of the god disappeared into invisibility, as if it had never appeared, and was completely absorbed by the ancient bell, and turned into a bell to return the attack.

The bell sounded directly through his ears, and Wansheng Zhenjun only felt a shock all over his body, as if it was a knife that had just been slashed out, completely slashed in his own sea of consciousness, his head was immediately dizzy, and he couldn't help but take seven or eight steps back, his face turned pale for a while, and his breath was immediately disordered.

Wansheng Liujun was even more unbearable, directly spurting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, the originally proud Liuhe Formation, at this time, was actually self-defeating, and each was repelled on the ground, hurriedly retreating on the left and right sides of Wansheng Zhenjun, busy adjusting the already somewhat chaotic Zhihai.

The move of the monk dragged Zhong immediately made Zheng Yu'er and other Zheng Guo monks change their expressions greatly, you must know that the strength of the six generals of Wansheng is not weak, and they have always advanced and retreated together to fight the enemy, relying on the power of the formation with the same mind, it is enough to defeat any monk in the late stage of Jindan, but he was beaten by the monk who sent Zhong to vomit blood.

The six generals are just the elders, after all, they are inferior in cultivation, but Wansheng Zhenjun is the peak of the later stage of Jindan, his strength is still above the promotion of the Immortal Marquis, and it is not far from the promotion of the Jindan Great Perfection, so the strength of the marquis is just around the corner, it is rumored that the old monarch has long wanted to recommend to the Daqin royal family, and the Wansheng Zhenjun is the Dingjun Marquis, but this matter is still inconclusive.

Wan Sheng Zhenjun and the six generals and elders joined forces to strike. was actually broken by the monk who sent the bell with one move, what kind of strength is this? It's amazing.

When Wansheng Zhenjun and the others were repelled by a move, Mo Wentian had already made a move at the same time, and now if he didn't make a move when Ben Lei Zhenjun was a little panicked, he would have no chance to do it when he reacted.

Mo Wentian stretched out his five fingers and put them together into a knife, and slashed towards Ben Lei Zhenjun from afar, his power was like a surging sea of anger, surging down on the high mountain, slashing and killing like a match, wave after wave. There is a steady stream of power. It's like a knife that has been slashed out countless times.

The angry sea is flying and slashing, and the power is overwhelming, and it has a certain effect of restraining the thunder method, and at this time, he also made a sudden move. It's also hard to guard.

"Boy. Be honest with the old body. ”

But at this time. The golden-paper-laden mother-in-law didn't see any movement, so she dodged in front of her, and threw out the golden scissors in her hand. The blades immediately staggered in the air, as if they were about to cut off Mo Wentian's fingers, so that the originally overwhelming attack immediately stopped.

Mo Wentian's expression changed slightly, and his other hand reached out and slapped it towards the head of Ben Lei Zhenjun, preparing to shoot the Burning Heaven Palm and kill this person under the palm.

But the golden scissors in mid-air suddenly rose against the storm, and the scissors seemed to be two sharp arrows breaking through the air, and they actually twisted directly into their necks, and the changes occurred in the electric light, even at the speed of Mo Wentian, it was difficult to prevent.

"Damn, this old woman is so bad."

Mo Wentian was taken aback, and immediately made a mistake in his steps, his clothes danced without wind, and a low dragon moan came out from his body, and he showed a dragon to ride the wind, trying to dodge and escape.

It's a pity that this magical power, he didn't practice this life magic power after all, although it was enough to keep him safe, but the huge golden scissors passed by and actually cut off a strand of his hair.

Mo Wentian was a little shocked, this old woman is really powerful, and she is slightly better than the Xiantian Hou, if it weren't for the fact that she didn't practice the dragon riding the wind footwork, maybe she would have been injured at this time.

And just as he was standing still, suddenly a hoarse laughter came, but the golden paper mother-in-law had already grabbed the scissors in her hand from afar, and Mo Wentian's strand of hair was falling in the palm of her hand, her cloudy eyes stared at it, and her eyes swept through the inexplicable coldness of the bone.

"Old woman, what are you doing by grabbing my hair?"

Mo Wentian's face was a little unsightly, and he quietly operated to gain insight into the opportunity, and his intuition made him feel that this matter was extremely strange, and there was a hint of danger.

"Boy, your strength is not weak, and it is extremely rare to have this cultivation at a young age, it should be a cultivation genius, and the old body is really unwilling to do the things that stifle geniuses."

The hoarse voice of the golden paper mother-in-law was full of helplessness, shook her head and said with a wry smile: "I will leave you a strand of hair today, and your life will be pinched in the hands of the old man, if you don't listen to the order of the eighth prince, you will definitely die." ”

Her words were categorical, it seemed that Mo Wentian's life was really pinched in his hands, and the eighth prince and the others also sneered, looking at Mo Wentian's eyes, it seemed that they were looking at a cold corpse, and they were convinced of the old woman's words.

Mo Wentian frowned together, although he felt a little bad in his heart, but his expression seemed to be disdainful, and he said coldly: "Eighth Prince, this Benlei True Monarch is the second elder of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, and he is a wanted criminal of Zheng Guo, although the eighth prince has a noble status, but he cannot be shielded from him, if it is passed on, it will be detrimental to the reputation of the Great Qin royal family." ”

"You ......"

The eighth prince's face immediately turned dark, and he couldn't help but be about to have a seizure, but when he thought about it, he hesitated a little in his heart, although this kid is extremely hateful, but what he said is not unreasonable, the little Zheng Guo is naturally not a basis, but it will damage the reputation of the Great Qin royal family, and he is afraid that he will be questioned by the eldest brother.

As soon as he thought of this, he immediately shook his head and said, "Boy, what kind of Scattered Cultivation Alliance?" This prince didn't know at all, and this Taoist friend also met by chance on the road, so it shouldn't be the Ben Lei Zhenjun you said. ”

Although the eighth prince wanted to prevaricate in the past, how could Mo Wentian let him get his wish, and laughed: "It is rumored that Ben Lei Zhenjun is a thunder spirit root, and his cultivation is all thunder attribute supernatural powers, who is this friend of the eighth prince?" Don't you know if you want to give it a try? I hope that the eighth prince had better not stop it, otherwise I am afraid that it will be a little unclear. ”

As soon as the words fell, when Mo Wentian was about to make a move, the Ben Lei Zhenjun seemed to wake up suddenly, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Eighth Prince, fellow Daoists, there is something important to do next, I will not accompany you!" ”

At the same time as he spoke, the Ben Lei Zhenjun made a wrong step, like a sudden rise of wind and thunder, and disappeared in the clouds in a flash, and the originally calm white clouds seemed to be driven by thunder and lightning.

"Ben Lei Yun stepped, the top thunder attribute magic power used to escape, dare to say that you are not Ben Lei Zhenjun?"

Mo Wentian let out a sneer, and immediately slapped the treasure bag on his waist, urging the magic weapon of the flowing clouds and flying shuttles, and was about to catch up and kill this person.

But at this moment, Mr. Budai laughed and laughed loudly: "Boy, the eighth prince has something important to ask you, but you can't be so disrespectful, stay here and talk back!" ”

Before the words fell, the tattered pocket in his hand was raised high, and a violent hurricane was immediately born between heaven and earth, and Mo Wentian was in the middle of the whirlpool, and that incomparable power made it difficult for him to escape at all, and he was immediately pulled back to the ground, unable to chase the Ben Lei Zhenjun at all.

"You ......"

Mo Wentian's expression changed greatly, and he said angrily: "Eighth Prince, what do you mean by this? ”

The eighth prince's expression was extremely cold, and he said in a cold voice: "Boy, what is your identity?" Those who dare to frame this prince, if you let you leave alive today, wouldn't all the people in the world think that the Great Qin royal family is weak and can be bullied. ”

As soon as the words fell, he turned his gaze on Zheng Yu'er's cheek, and said with a dark smile: "Tianyu Zhenjun, this kid is disrespectful to this prince, and I will kill him today, if you are willing to follow this prince to the Great Qin King City, you will not blame the past and spare his life." ”

This eighth prince is a merry prince, day and night are tossing and turning among the beauties of various countries, what kind of woman he has not seen, when Mo Wentian appeared here, he had already found that this person had an unusual relationship with Tianyu Zhenjun.

Bullying men and women is commonplace for him, and it is not uncommon for him to kill his husband and take his wife, when Ben Lei Zhenjun was distracted and took pictures of Dafa, he saw the demeanor of Tianyu Zhenjun, and he has regarded this woman as a forbidden woman, how can he allow others to get involved? Based on this alone, Mo Wentian can't survive tomorrow in his eyes.

What's more, this kid is annoying, not only the identity of Lei Zhenjun, but also repeatedly offended himself verbally, he really deserves death, and not killing is not enough to calm the anger, but before killing this person, of course, he has to play a good trick.

Zheng Yu'er's face immediately changed slightly, the power of the eighth prince was huge, and it was really beyond what he and others could contend with. This person is really hateful, he actually threatened Wentian, if he was not allowed, Wentian was afraid that it would be difficult to escape this catastrophe, but if he agreed, he and Wentian were both worse than dead, and they really had to die and break the net.

As soon as she thought of this, Zheng Yu'er's eyes immediately wandered, and she happened to be staring at Mo Wentian's gaze in mid-air, but they both saw the determined look in each other's eyes, life and death will never be separated, and the two of them have long been inseparable from each other.

Zheng Yu'er immediately turned her head, and was about to reprimand with words, she completely tore her face with the eighth prince, but at this moment, a thunder exploded in the sky.

Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, a large hole was broken in the clouds, and a thing was falling from afar, smashing to the ground, the mask shattered aside, and rolled out of it, and a human head actually appeared in front of him.

The eyes on the head are blurry and difficult to distinguish, and the bursts of thunder seem to be flashing, obviously it has already been burned, but the people present are all Jindan Zhenjun, and they have already discovered with their divine sense that the owner of this head is none other than Benlei Zhenjun, who has just left here.

In an instant, the immortal sound in the sky was ethereal, and bursts of crane chirps sounded immediately, as if several powerful Jindan monks were floating in. (To be continued......)