Mo Hou clasped his arms in front of his chest, and a relaxed expression appeared on his face.

In his opinion, Jiang Mo was already a fish on the chopping board, just let him slaughter it.

The Fifty Grandmaster Formation was not so easy to be broken.

Mo Hou still remembered that two years ago, an eight-star Martial Emperor Terran monk was trapped in his fifty grandmaster formation, and he failed to break the formation, and was consumed alive inside.

Now, the white-haired young man in front of him is bound to repeat the mistakes of the past.

After casting several sword moves in a row, but they didn't work, Jiang Mo's face couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

However, he did not feel frustrated in the slightest, but became more and more interesting.

If he used the strongest sword dao, Jiang Mo would be seventy percent sure that he would break through the fifty grandmaster formations.

However, breaking the formation with brute force is not what Jiang Mo advocates.

He put the Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword back into its scabbard, and then his hands were sealed, and a rich ghost aura gushed out from the surface of his skin.

The ghostly aura is full of clouds, covering the sky and the sun, Jiang Mo has already cultivated more than 100,000 ghost qi vortices!

"He's ......"

Seeing this scene, Mo Hou's eyes couldn't help but froze, and a bad feeling rose in his heart.

Just in case, he picked up the brush again and painted the rest of the ordinary paintings.

Although he is conceited, in his heart, he is still extremely cautious.

I saw that Jiang Mo's appearance changed almost in a few breaths.

His size, appearance, and even his aura were on par with those fifty grandmaster-level powerhouses.

Mo Hou's pupils shrank suddenly!

Although he didn't know what Jiang Mo was going to do next, he instinctively sensed the danger.

Poof!

A mouthful of essence blood spurted out, and he used essence blood as ink to portray the 'Shadow Tyrant' with difficulty.

It is not an easy task to portray an emperor-level powerhouse with both god and form.

Swish!

In the next moment, Jiang Mo's figure flashed suddenly, and it actually swept into the fifty grandmasters!

A Thousand Phantoms!

Performing this kind of mysterious martial arts, he can be very close to others in appearance, body shape, and breath.

After Jiang Mo merged into the fifty grandmasters, their qi was interrupted for a short time, and by the time they were connected again, they had already become fifty-one grandmasters.

This time, even Mo Hou didn't know which one was the real Jiang Mo.

There was chaos in the Fifty Grandmaster Array, and Jiang Mo cast Vientiane Senluo and attacked the surrounding 'Grandmasters'.

Bang, bang......

A dull voice sounded, the lifeline of this Grandmaster Array was found, and Jiang Mo unleashed a storm-like bombardment!

"How is this possible?"

"That Terran kid actually understands the martial arts of my Holy Clan!"

"Could it be that there are traitors within the Holy Clan?"

Mo Hou said with a trembling heart.

After finding the Destiny Gate, the Fifty Grandmaster Formation was destroyed by Jiang Mo and shattered.

In the end, Jiang Mo used the Nine Dragons Wind Thunder Palm to beat these so-called 'grandmasters' to the point that they were all scattered.

"What else do you have?"

"Show it all! I don't have time to mess with you anymore!"

After breaking the Fifty Grandmaster Formation, Jiang Mo stared at Mo Hou indifferently.

At this moment, Mo Hou's face became extremely hideous, and he let out a cold roar: "I used the essence blood that I have cultivated for a hundred years as a guide to portray the Shadow Tyrant!"

"Now that you are dead under the sword of the Tyrant, you can also look at it!"

The roar fell, and Mo Hou slammed the picture scroll towards Jiang Mo.

Seeing this, Jiang Mo's figure retreated, and the picture scroll burned violently.

In the raging flames, a tall ghost clan came out!

He was dressed in a black and red coat and held a huge long knife in his hand, and just standing there gave people a feeling of being unshakable.

Puff ......

In order to portray this Shadow Tyrant, Mo Hou almost exhausted all his strength, and after the picture scroll was played, his body fell directly into the sea of fire.

However, the robe he wore was infallible, otherwise he would have been reduced to ashes on the spot.

"Is this your last trust?"

Jiang Mo stared at the tall ghost clan and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

I have to say that Mohou's painting skills. Indeed.

Even if Jiang Mo hadn't seen the Shadow Tyrant before, he could feel from the figure in front of him that the other party's domineering was exposed.

The 'Shadow Tyrant' shook his left hand towards Jiang Mo, and suddenly, a dark red vortex appeared between the two of them.

Jiang Mo felt that his blood seemed to be pulled out by the whirlpool.

"Hmph!" Jiang Mo snorted heavily, and as soon as he stepped on the ground with the soles of his feet, invisible energy ripples emanated, blocking the sucking force.

Boom!

Then, however, the Shadow Tyrant slashed at him.

This sword, with its speed and strength, is so fast and powerful that even the previous fifty 'Grandmasters' combined, they can't compare.

"Thousand Mountains Shock Killing Technique!"

Jiang Mo let out a low snort, his vitality gathered, and a rumbling sound came from the sky above his head.

The majestic mountains seemed to emerge out of thin air, falling towards the suppression of the 'Shadow Tyrant'.

Seeing this, the 'Shadow Tyrant' had to swing his sword to resist.

That war knife weighed tens of thousands of catties, and it was not weaker than the weight of a mountain.

Bang, bang, bang......

Mountains and mountains have been bombarded into powder by the 'Shadow Tyrant'.

Seeing this scene, Mo Hou laughed wildly: "Boy, you will never be able to defeat Lord Tyrant!"

Jiang Mo frowned.

"We can't afford to delay any longer!"

"Destruction Fall!"

Jiang Mo's mind moved, and the Eight Desolations Burning Heavenly Flame, the Heavenly Gu Refining Void Fire, the Empty Demon Purple Fire, and the Holy Extreme Ice Spirit Flame were all mobilized.

He unleashed the power of the Emperor Realm's divine thoughts, fusing these four powerful flames fiercely together.

After about an instant, a four-colored fireball, with a bang, swept towards the 'Shadow Tyrant'.

The spaces along the way were burned into nothingness, leaving behind a long tail of flames.

This 'Shadow Tyrant' has no power, but no sanity.

Even the four-colored fireball that released a wave of destructive energy didn't make him take half a step back.

He directly swung his knife and slashed ......

Thundered!

The deafening roar suddenly resounded in this space at the moment when the 'Shadow Tyrant' slashed down with his sword.

At this moment, it seemed that the entire Jiuqutong Valley was shaken.

On the top of an unnamed mountain, a silver-haired old man dressed extraordinarily richly like an emperor on earth was tasting wine on the top of the mountain.

Suddenly, the entire nameless mountain trembled violently, and the elixir and jade dew in the silver wine glass were almost spilled.

The old man's face changed, he glanced at the void below, and said angrily: "What's the matter with these guys?

With that, he stepped into the void, and in a few breaths, he disappeared to the top of the nameless mountain......

(End of chapter)