The battle of the Dao Palace has already kicked off, and Shura and Lu Jian have already applied their own actions to the Quasi-Ti Dao people, and the sword drawing technique of life and death has come to the front of them, and the Quasi-Ti Dao people suddenly moved, just the fingers of their right hand are moving.

The two withered yellow fingers began to move, if you look closely, you will find that every movement of the fingers is incomparably mysterious, and the changes are as if there are endless mysteries in them, and they are reflected more beautifully in the morning sunset.

The amazing shot, no coincidence, happened to choke Shura's move, and this move was blocked at the moment.

At the same time, Lu Pressure's attack has arrived, the nail head Seven Arrows Book, the Immortal Flying Knife, and the Folding Fan, the strongest attacks of the three magic weapons are sacrificed at the same time, and the three fingers of the left hand of the Quasi-Daoist pop out, and the three fingers bounce in the direction of immobility, just blocking the three attacks of Lu Pressure.

The most violent attack suddenly became the most static, just because the left and right hands of the quasi-Tidao person sacrificed a total of five fingers, and he forcibly blocked the attack of the two, and the quasi-Tidao man came out with both hands, but all along, he only sacrificed five fingers, and did not plan to use ten fingers.

Five fingers flicked between square inches, and after an instant, Shura was forced from the top floor to the first layer of the ladder, and the land pressure was also counterattacked into the clouds, and above the top floor of the Royal Dao Palace, there was still only one person who was going to raise the Dao.

"The last few of the top ten quasi-saints are just like that." The quasi-Tidao man sighed softly: "If you don't have a stronger killing move, then it seems that you can only take your life." "The quasi-Daoist is a killing Dao saint, and he is definitely not afraid of killing.

Land pressure and Shura, of course, there are stronger tricks, such as land pressure, what has just been shown is the strongest attack power on the magic weapon, but not the really strongest attack power, and Shura, its Senluo everything, is also taken from the ten thousand kinds of universe Fu is sandwiched, kneaded and produced changes, contrary to the rules of the universe, as long as Shura can understand Senluo in an instant, it can also cause great lethality to the Daoist people.

And in the depths of the white clouds, Lu Pressure raised his sleeves, and had already put away the Immortal Flying Knife and the Nailhead Seven Arrows Book, and raised the folding fan in his hand, ready to sacrifice a stronger trick, the top ten quasi-saint lists, there was no weak, even if Lu Pressure ranked last.

Land pressure is the first flame of Hongmeng, the heat is amazing, if the blue sky is absolutely frozen, the ability of land pressure is absolute flame, absolute flame, can absorb all the heat between heaven and earth, the ownerless flame between heaven and earth, no matter which universe, must be controlled by it.

"Fire!" One of Lu Pressure's tricks, the name of the trick is a simple fire character, and its power is unpredictable and incalculable.

And Shura's step was on the first step of the 100,000th step of the ladder, and Shura's mind was full of darkness, and he was recalling that when Yun Fuyue was dueling with himself, when he used Senluo to do everything, the moves were replayed, and in his mind, he replayed them over and over again.

And Shura also found at this time that Yun Fuyue seemed to have made some changes in Senluo Wanxiang, just to make himself learn Senluo Wanxiang faster, and at this point, when he was about to understand Senluo Wanxiang, Shura realized that it turned out that the master Yun Fuyue had already understood Senluo Wanxiang, but Yun Fuyue, who was bent on seeking his heart, did not learn this trick, but left traces, so that he learned this trick, Shura only deeply felt at this time that Yun Fuyue really deserved to be the most genius figure in so many years.

The "fire" of land pressure and the forest of Shura are all kinds of things.

The two stronger tricks are already like arrows on the string.

It is imminent, and the objects are all the high-ranking quasi-Taoists.

At this time, there was a burst of sharp energy between the blue falls, and there were countless masters hidden between the blue falls, such as the Beppu of land pressure, which was between the blue falls, and this one came back, and it would be the same? The would-be Daoist didn't pay attention, he didn't need to pay attention.

One by one, the strong come and fight, or challenge them all at once, that's it, and they don't need special attention.

Looking down at the sky and looking down on all beings is what the quasi-Daoist does.

"Heaven and earth, only I am invincible." The quasi-Daoist said: "Lu Jian and Shura, they are all quasi-saints who have been famous for a long time, I have heard your names for a long time, it seems that you still have stronger moves, this saint is standing here now, only saying one thing." ”

"The two of you can force this saint to come out with both hands left and right, which is very remarkable, but if you can force this saint to move one step from this position, it will be even more remarkable, do you have that winning power?" Hearing that the Zhun Ti Daoist said this, the immortals realized that Zhun Ti, who had just faced Lu Jian and Shura, had not moved a single step at all.

And can you force the would-be Tidao people to move their feet?

At this time, the sky and the ground suddenly snowed white, and the immortals rubbed their eyes, only to find that the original sky and the ground grew plum trees, and it was still autumn at this time, but the plum trees were completely contrary to the rules of heaven and earth, and the white plum blossoms grew in the winter snow.

The white plum blossom is lonely, cold, proud, clear, and glamorous, and at this time, all the immortals, who don't know, will appear like this, naturally it is Mo Fei, although the plum tree appears, but Mo Fei has not yet appeared, when all the immortals are looking for the traces of Mo Fei, the white plum blossom spreads, straight to the top of the royal palace, along the 100,000 steps.

"Interesting." The quasi-Tidao man said gently

sound, this move is not Mo Fei's trick, it is not a trick, but it makes the holy voice, in order to show surprise, I have to say that Mo Fei is proud enough, with this, it is enough for his reputation to be shocked again.

It's just that Murphy's reputation is big enough, and it doesn't seem that he needs to raise his fame anymore.

Zhun Tidao pressed the void with his hand, and the speed of the upward spread of the plum blossom fell suddenly, and then stopped, and this move was broken with a raised hand.

The appearance of Mo Fei is like a flying immortal outside the sky, and it is also like the arrogance of the white plum blossom, wearing a white dress, a long body and a jade body, a jade tree in the wind, hair like ink, draped over the shoulders, the skin is crystal to the extreme, some of the appearance of dust, like the plum blossom, but also a little like a demon god.

Mo Fei is naturally out of the dust, but Mo Fei is also one of the famous killing gods in heaven and earth, thinking that back then, when Mo Fei first appeared, he killed all the way, I don't know how many kills, how many defeats, and became the first killing god at that time, but also above the Big Dipper, how amazing it was.

Mo Fei, who was like a flying immortal outside the sky, landed on the second layer of the 100,000-story ladder, and was standing beside Shura, at this time, he was far away from the quasi-Daoist, who looked at Mo Fei and smiled slightly, this seemed to be an interesting opponent.

"I'm going to fight you." Murphy said plainly.

"Okay, you will fight me." The Quasi-Tidao man smiled conceitedly, his hands behind his back, waiting for them to fight.

Zhuang Huo flew straight from Biluo, landed in the sea of clouds, watching the battle of the Royal Road Palace, at this time the master Mo Fei was about to make a move, the opponent was the Zhun Ti Sage, Zhuang Huo couldn't help but think of the conversation that happened between Biluo at the previous moment.

…… Baila Mountain Baimei Villa, plum blossoms are in full bloom.

At that time, the master and apprentice were both sitting cross-legged and meditating, too far away, Zhuang Huo could only vaguely feel the momentum distribution of the royal palace, and Mo Fei could clearly feel every detail of this battle, and then, Mo Fei suddenly stood up.

"Why?" At this time, Zhuang Huo asked.

"It's very simple, I've seen the Blood Killing Dao." Mo Feiyan said: "Between heaven and earth, mutual life and restraint, Xuemei and the killing of blood are natural mortal enemies. Without explaining too much, Mo Fei flew straight to the Royal Road Palace and participated in this duel......

It's just that here, Mo Fei has made it clear why Xuemei is a mortal enemy with the Blood Killing Dao.

"You just shot to break the land pressure move, and the one who broke the Shura move was the blood killing path." Mo Fei said: "The way of blood kills, it is blood, not snow, that kills. I have a move called Xuemei, which blows snow, not blood, and these two moves are natural mortal enemies. ”

"Today, it's up to me Xuemei, can I break your blood killing path?" Murphy looked at the would-be Daoist.

"Interesting, Xuemei, oh, it's Xuemei, this saint is looking forward to it." This is the answer to the prospective Enlightenment.

At this time, the momentum is that Mo Fei wants to pick out the saint alone, and try the superiority of Xuemei and the Blood Killing Dao, seeing that Mo Fei is like this, Lu Jian stopped the move of "fire", and Shura also stopped launching "Senluo Wanxiang", both of them are strong.

The strong naturally have the momentum of the strong.

Since Mo had to pick the saint alone and try a trick to fight, Shura and Lu Jian naturally did not interfere.

As soon as Mo Fei changed his hand, countless white plum blossoms jumped, and the quasi-Daoist remained motionless, waiting for Mo Fei's move.

He waited, and looked forward to what kind of surprise Murphy could give him.

Zhuang Wangu flew on the eagle, the eagle was not psychic, but only the pole key of the wings, coupled with the spell that Zhuang Wangu applied on it, it was extremely fast. The eagle was in the depths of the white clouds, just above the Ziwei Kingdom, and suddenly his mind moved, and then he slapped the eagle, and the eagle flew away, and Zhuang Wangu fell into the world by the starlight.

Although Ziwei Country is chaotic and war-torn times, there is also a quiet place, and now Zhuang Wangu fell into it by starlight, it is a quiet valley, Zhuang Wangu's heart moved, looked into the valley, and saw an old man sitting in the valley.

In autumn, although it is still morning, the ground of the valley has long been covered with withered yellow leaves, and even if there are unwithered maple leaves, they have all turned red, and the frost falls on the maple leaves, and the maple leaves are red in February, but Rao is so, but there is endless desolation.

Boundless, endless, desolate feeling deeper than the sea. And in the valley, under the old old tree, there is an old man, who does not look very old, but gives people the feeling that he is quite tired, incredibly old.

Zhuang Wangu's heart flashed with enlightenment, knowing that this was a stranger. Between heaven and earth, there are always some aliens, after all, it has been tens of millions of years since the beginning of the Hongmeng Chaos, and there have been many powerful people among them, not all of whom are powerful, and they all like to make a name for themselves.

This kind of powerful but now, there is no reputation, it is collectively called an alien, and when it is given a pair of wings of the Great Sage of Exorcism, so that it can stand at the speed of the Golden Winged Dapeng, it is an alien of that person, and now, it is an alien.

These strange people in ancient times were not seen, but now they are seen by chance, Zhuang Wangu Shi Li said: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable." ”

The alien smiled slightly: "It's been tens of thousands of years, and it's still the four words of Immeasurable Tianzun, and the Dao system of the Three Qings has not changed." ”

It was a mild autumn

Although it is full of yellow, withered old smell, but the morning dew, still the tip of the leaves, occasionally there are water droplets sliding down, dripping into the soil, nourishing the ground silently, with some vitality.

……

The old man with the identity of a stranger temporarily stopped talking, and then continued: "The story before Hongmeng is like this, I, as a person, lived in the time before Hongmeng, and I have more memories than after Hongmeng, so I can't remember too many things after Hongmeng, but I just remember the events of Pangu opening the sky back then." ”

……

"Back then, Pangu spun the axe and split the heavens and the earth, but, do you know, where is the place where Pangu opened the world back then?" The old man recounted the story of the past years, lazily basking in the rising autumn sun.

"That place back then, called the place where the living soul was born, or the first city of Hongmeng, the first city of Hongmeng, but there were many talents, the ancestor of Hongjun Dao preached here, and all the saints of the year were also here, and they opened the altar to preach the Fa."

"What a thriving place."

"It's just that do you know where the first city of Hongmeng was back then?" The old man looked at Zhuang Wangu lazily.

……

So it was, Zhuang Wangu flew straight to the Royal Road Palace, and the battle of the Royal Road Palace was really imminent.

In the Royal Road Palace, Mo Fei issued the strongest trick Xuemei, endless loneliness, endless snow, endless loneliness, Xuemei did not have a move, but a trick to win with artistic conception, and the quasi-Daoist sacrificed the blood killing path at the same time.

Xuemei uses artistic conception as a move, and the killing of blood is the most material move, and a war knife is born out of thin air, that war knife is not nameless, but the "Cosmic Hongmeng Blood Knife", which is the first murder weapon, and its murderous name is not under the four swords of Zhuxian.

The cosmic Hongmeng blood knife, slashing straight down, as if the most terrifying beast in heaven and earth was born, the knife technique of the complete material aspect, and the move of the complete artistic conception. If Shura and Lu Pressure still had their hands left, then this time, Mo Fei didn't keep his hands at all.

Mo Fei only takes one move, only tries one move, just because there is no way, Mo Fei's Xuemei and Zhun Ti's Blood Killing Dao are natural mortal enemies, and they must fight to the death when they meet.

The complete appearance of artistic conception and material completely destroyed the normal rules of the universe, and at this time, a serious look flashed in the eyes of the quasi-Daoist, knowing that Mo Fei was completely fighting with himself for this move, and if he won this move, he would win, and if he couldn't fight, he would lose.

"If you want to fight, I will fight." This is the habit of the quasi-Daoist people, the universe Hongmeng blood knife slashed straight away, and this knife once split the heavens and the earth.

Finally, such a gorgeous fight was divided quite quickly.

After a stagger, Mo Fei was already standing at the peak of the royal palace, his whole body skin was crystal clear, as if there was no injury, and then he made a mistake, after the most peak, it was an abyss, unfathomable, I don't know how many thousands of miles from the ground, Mo Fei's whole body, the crystal skin, suddenly erupted into a terrifying blood mist.

The blood mist flew by, but it didn't touch the prospective Daoist in the slightest.

Killing Dao saints only like to kill, not necessarily like to get blood, for example, quasi-Daoist people don't like to get blood on their own.

Mo Fei took a step from the top of the peak, and fell straight to the ground, falling straight into the dust.

And the quasi-Daoist found that one of the fingers of his left hand was actually cut off, and the sage's ten fingers were actually cut off one finger, although he completely hit Mo Fei and absolutely lost his combat effectiveness, but he didn't expect that the price would be so heavy.

Shura was shocked, and he could feel that Mo Fei was close to being cut off at this time, if he was allowed to fall to the ground, he was afraid that he would be cut off immediately, and if he lost one more person on the top ten quasi-saint list, Shura would fly to save him at that moment.

However, the quasi-Tidao man turned his footsteps, and then looked at Shura with a smile, and the quasi-Tidao said: "I have to say that although Mo Fei has been beaten to a near-death state, he has also made this saint's footsteps move, and even cut off one of the saint's fingers. ”

"Those who dare to hurt this saint can only die, Dark Nebula is like this, Yuding Zhenren is like this, and Mo Fei is the same." Zhun Ti Daoist said: "So, don't be delusional to save Shura, this time, he only has to die, if you are not in a hurry to save him, or I can let you die a little later, and wait for this saint to kill and injure other quasi-saint powerhouses, and then you will die." ”

"If you want to save him, you will die immediately, if you don't save him, or maybe you will die later, how do you think?"

"I've got to save him." Shura pounced in the direction where Mo Fei fell, and the Quasi-Daoist immediately turned in that direction, and the two immediately began to fight, and while they still had some strength, Shura said, "I want to save him, because he is my brother." ”

"Since it is for the sake of my brothers, it is the sword mountain, the sea of fire, and the oil pot in front, and the saint is above, I must also save it, and I must go against it." When he spoke, Shura's eyebrows were full of heroism.

"It's amazing, but it's a pity that Mo Fei has to die." The cruel words of the quasi-Tidao people.

At this moment, in the sea of clouds, a gentle birdsong sounded, and it seemed that someone flew straight to the direction where Mo Fei fell.