Renri Zhenjun's face immediately sank, and he said abruptly: "Devilish Holy Son, you are looking for death, but you can't complain about others, Ben Zhenjun will send you on your way." ”

As soon as the words fell, a round of red sun appeared between the eyebrows of Renri Zhenjun like a scorching sun, and his whole body was covered with golden light, like a god of war clothed in the sun, majestic and inviolable.

"Demon Evil Holy Son, dying under the scorching Sun Storm Fist of Ben Zhenjun is considered your blessing!"

In a roar of rage, Renri Zhenjun struck a punch like lightning, the golden light was brilliant and dazzling, and the fist continued to vibrate in the void, emptying all the surrounding air, and a terrifying storm was immediately born, like the halo of the scorching sun, spreading towards the surrounding tide.

Renri Zhenjun is the head of the Thirteen Taibao, and his punch contains the divine power of the scorching sun, which derives a terrifying storm that can crush the dust in the void and destroy a glacier.

Mo Wentian is no exception, at this time, he has no other care, he took out the fire escape magic power in his hand, and dodged dangerously, but although the golden fist flashed, the storm swept by the fist wind could not be avoided at all.

At that moment, he could only sacrifice the Vajra Shield, and the storm swept on the shield surface, and the Arhat appeared on it, and the awe-inspiring and inviolable majesty filled out, and the terrifying storm seemed to hit the indestructible mirror, and it immediately ejected.

This change was between the ups and downs of the rabbit, but at the moment when Mo Wentian made a move, his fake identity was undoubtedly revealed. There were several stunned exclamations around him.

"Good boy, it's really the star and moon true monarch who dares to rob the main hall without any effort, and now it depends on how you escape?"

Renri Zhenjun's face was full of surprise, and he took three steps forward in wild laughter, and a phantom of the scorching sun rose above his head, flashing with a fierce light.

"Good boy, it's very hidden, even the true monarch was almost deceived by you."

The golden shadow let out a long roar of excitement. A flash of lightning burst out from all over his body. In an instant, he swept over, two sharp eyes looked straight at him, and said in a cold voice: "Ben Zhenjun's inference is really correct, but you are so bold. He actually pretended to be a demonic saint and blinded his ears and eyes. All the way to the front of the Heavenly Demon Palace. But that's where the good luck ends. ”

Mo Wentian's heart trembled, his identity had been revealed at this time, and there was no possibility of being coaxed to pass. The situation is already precarious, but not only the golden shadow will not let go of herself, but the Heavenly Demon Holy Maiden will not sit idly by and watch such a farce.

The dignified Seven Saints of Heavenly Demons, there is actually an imposter mixed in with it, if it reaches the ears of fellow Daoists in the Spirit Realm, it will be a great shame for the Heavenly Demon Sect.

The Heavenly Demon Saintess's fierce gaze swept over, her eyes revealed a bone-chilling coldness, as if she had already moved to kill, her mind had been immersed in the scroll, just thinking about and deducing that the middle-aged swordsman in the painting did not pay too much attention to others, otherwise how could people take advantage of the opportunity to hide from the sky and the sea in front of their eyes.

The Holy Maiden Xuanyi was slightly stunned, and then she hid behind her with an unkind expression, as if she wanted to cut off any way out, she had already suspected the identity of this demonic holy son, but she had never had a chance to expose it, of course, she would not let this bold impostor escape.

At this moment, the monks of the two realms of righteousness and demons actually faintly have a tendency to join forces, before the inheritance of the true king of the heavenly demons, there is no room for any ill-intentioned people to covet it, this monk who pretends to be the son of the devil, no matter what his origin, is now not allowed to be the two realms of righteousness and demons, and naturally has to be put to death as soon as possible.

The golden shadow eyes flashed with murderous intent, and said coldly: "Boy, take off your ghost king cloak and let the True Monarch see you as you are." ”

As soon as his words fell, the Heavenly Demon Holy Maiden let out a cold snort, and the look on her face was a little unsightly, this impostor had a ghost king cloak, obviously he had killed the ghost evil holy son, naturally it was unforgivable, but he wanted to see what kind of bold face he was under this ghost king cloak.

Mo Wentian frowned, although he knew that the situation in the Dao was extremely dangerous, and it seemed that he was exhausted, but he would not be restrained, and the thought of fighting to the death was born in his heart.

Mo Wentian's eyes suddenly shot straight out, he forcibly resisted the stinging pain coming from his eyes, stared at the golden shadow and said: "It's true that this seat is not a demonic holy son, but you are also not Tianyi Zhenjun, this should be a great method of sending shadows to exorcise souls, the shadow is your Tianyi Zhenjun, yes, but the physical body is someone else." ”

The golden shadow said with a 'huh', and said in surprise: "Boy, I didn't expect to have a little knowledge, and I actually knew the Dafa of Sending Shadows to Exorcise the Soul, but even if I know the Dao, it doesn't matter, this seat has faintly deduced your origin, hurry up and show your true face honestly." ”

Mo Wentian's eyes were as painful as blindness, and he forcibly operated to gain insight into the opportunity, and scolded coldly: "What is the origin of this seat? Naturally, I don't need you to worry about it, but I have to take a look at it first, what kind of origin is under your shadow? ”

At the same time as his words fell, if there was a substantial gaze through that layer of golden shadows, as if looking directly into the sea of physical consciousness, a message suddenly appeared in his mind.

Name: Kitayama Switch

Sect: Scattered Cultivation Alliance

Position: Grand Elder

Title: Lightning Zhenjun

Linggen: Yes

Spiritual Root Type: Electric Spiritual Root

Cultivation: Jindan Great Perfection

Shouyuan: 2,100 years

Mana: Eleven thousand mana

Divine Sense: One hundred and twenty miles

Natal Powers: Crazy Snake Lightning Decisive Spell, Divine Electric Heavenly Descent Technique, Lightning Chasing Thunder Knife, Lightning Chasing Trace, Wind Electric Sweeping Legs, Thunder Driving Electric Gun, Meteor Lightning Sword, Thunder and Lightning Light Fist, Crazy Lightning Wind Sleeve.

Mo Wentian was a little stunned, but when he came to his senses, he exclaimed: "It turned out to be the Lightning True Monarch of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, but I didn't expect you to obey the orders of Tianyi True Monarch and be willing to be driven by the shadow of Tianyi True Monarch." ”

"Good boy! You can't be left behind! ”

His left hand was raised in the air, the wind suddenly roared, the dark clouds swept in the sky, the air was dull as if ten thousand mountains were pressing on the top, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder between heaven and earth, and everything trembled.

"Boy, the old man is a true monarch of lightning and is proficient in nine kinds of natal supernatural powers, this is a divine lightning heavenly descent technique, take your life now."

The voice of the golden shadow suddenly grew old, it seemed to be an old man with a lifespan of more than a thousand years, his left hand fell in mid-air, and a silver lightning bolt the thickness of a bucket broke through the silent void, and the thunderous hole pierced through the thick black layer and fell down.

"This ......"

Mo Wentian's face immediately changed greatly, this divine lightning heavenly descent technique, in the mural world of the Danqing Palace, at a distance of more than 10,000 zhang, it smashed the iron thorn golden turtle shield, and the superb magic weapons were difficult to resist, how could he not know that the Dao was powerful?

At the moment, his mind was in a hurry, Mo Wentian had no choice but to use his mana with all his strength, and sacrificed the Vajra Divine Shield to block the top of his head, this superb magic weapon had extremely strong defense, and it was even better than the Iron Thorn Golden Turtle Shield, hoping to withstand this blow.

I only heard a loud sound of 'boom', as if the sky was cracking, the air shook violently, the lightning slashed straight down on the shield, and the incomparable power exploded on it, and the light of the King Kong shield shook for a while, and it was actually shocked and flew away.

"Wow", Mo Wentian spurted out a mouthful of blood, and retreated two steps in a row, blood suddenly burst out of the tiger's mouth, and his right arm was faintly unconscious.

The golden shadow laughed coldly, and scolded sharply: "Good boy, this is the magic weapon of Xingyue Zhenjun, it can't be considered your ability, it is better to take another move from this Zhenjun." ”

As soon as the words fell, the five fingers of his left hand were put together into a knife, and a knife wind was slashed towards Mo Wentian's head, and the old voice smiled: "This knife is called the Lightning Chasing Thunder Knife, and it is taken from the head of your neck." ”

Gusts of wind and thunder exploded in the void, and a huge sword shadow suddenly appeared, easily cutting the air in two, and the fierce sword wind seemed to be about to smash the earth to pieces.

The knife had not fallen, Mo Wentian had already felt a chill in his neck, it seemed that the human head had fallen to the ground in an instant, and he was a little frightened at the moment, and his left hand took out the Danqing Holy Pen in the treasure bag, and wrote a few strokes in the void, and wrote a 'chop' word.

Wherever the pen goes, it is like a wild knife dancing, splitting out countless sharp blades, each of which has the power to cut the mountain and roll up a gust of sword wind and waves, all of which are slashed on that knife shadow.

The blade of the pen was like a knife light pouring down, and a galaxy fell in the nine heavens, and the fierce rays of ten thousand ways gathered like a match slashed the sword shadow in the void, as if a huge mountain collapsed suddenly, shattering like a tide in the air.

Mo Wentian forcibly operated the mana, and wrote this word, his face was already a little pale, before he stepped into the ghost gate, he had already used the flower picking holy mirror once, if he continued to use the spirit weapon for the third time, I am afraid that the dantian would take time to fall to the ground and become a catfish slaughtered on the board.

The golden shadow laughed wildly, as if he had seen the end of his strong crossbow, stretched out his hands and rubbed them in his palms, and a lightning bolt turned into a silver snake to meet him, and he viciously swallowed an arc-like tongue, as if he wanted to entangle Mo Wentian tightly.

This is a natal supernatural power of the lightning true monarch, called the mad snake lightning electric decision, if it is entangled by this electric snake, even if the mana is through the sky, even if the golden pill true monarch has no death, he will have to take off a layer of skin.

Mo Wentian's face was like ashes immediately, he was now running out of oil, he was powerless to resist this blow at all, and he was immediately a little desperate in his heart, secretly saying that he had come to this realm of cultivation and had worked hard to run the Wuji Gate for decades, and he had finally created such a situation, was he going to fall here today? (To be continued......)