Ayia Navar couldn't help but look a little hesitant, even if he swallowed it now, he still wouldn't be Mora's opponent. But if he returned empty-handed, how could Mo Luo spare himself? After thinking about it, he finally took off the blood lotus and returned to Mo Luo Temple.

"I almost thought that you had already sacrificed, why did you go out for so long?"

Mo Luo's expression was gloomy, and these days, through self-repair, he has recovered seventy or eighty percent. But in the end, it was not cured.

However, Moro is also considered to be as careful as dust, although he did not see Ayia Navar, he successfully brought Manju Sawa back. But presumably he must also find a replacement, otherwise he will borrow a hundred guts, and he will never dare to appear in front of him.

"Since everything has been brought, do you want to speak in person?"

Ayia Nava was shocked, and hurriedly respectfully offered the blood lotus with both hands.

After taking the Blood Lotus, Mo Luo only felt that not only had his injuries completely recovered, but his mana also seemed to have increased. Feeling that it was time to act again, he ordered all the ministries to come and meet him.

"What about the Buddha Destroying Vajra? Isn't it long overdue to get out of the customs, where is the death?"

Ayia Navar shook his head: "I'm afraid he won't be able to serve the World Venerable anymore!"

followed the whole process of destroying the Buddha King Kong and being devoured by Hengnu, and explained in detail.

And after listening to it, Mo Luo was already furious.

"Go, slaughter him to this throne!

Up and down the Moluo Temple, they all looked at each other. Hengnu is currently extremely powerful, and he is good at hungry ghosts and embezzlement, so if he rashly goes to trouble him, how can it be tantamount to sending him to death?

"A bunch of shit! What does this seat want you to do?"

Moro had a liver fire, and his mood calmed down a little. After closing his eyes and thinking for a long time, he decided to send Ayia Navar to face the demon king Hengnu.

Seeing Ayia Naval's stunned face, he couldn't help but snort coldly: "If you want to prove the value of your existence, you can cut back the other party's dog head to this seat, otherwise you know the consequences!"

The so-called self-knowledge of suffering, Ayia Nava had to make a sound and retreat in disgrace. I can't help but start to reflect on whether this road of no return is worth continuing on my own.

In addition, although Yang Jian killed Yu Lingzi, the matter did not seem to end there.

In a bottomless cave, a little demon is reporting news to the old devil.

"What? The dead ghost was actually killed! God Erlang, I don't share the sky with you!"

A rush of resentment emerged from the ground, as if it were infinite. It seems that Yang Jian has unconsciously annoyed da a.

At the same time, Yang Jian was in a secluded place, meditating and gradually recovering his mana. Suddenly, a sharp giant ship, for no reason, swept towards him. The whirlwind is fierce, the cold light is flashing, and everywhere it goes, it is broken and scattered.

Yang Jian naturally didn't collide with it, jumped over, and floated in the air, only then could he see the face of the comer.

I saw that the eyebrows were like spring mountains, and the eyes were like autumn water, and the person who came was actually one, about two decades. Clear and bright, but cold as frost, stunning i nu.

A King Kong fan in his hand, with a strange shape and silver pleats. The owner is as white as white jade, like a dark orchid in the snow, not touching the slightest vulgarity.

Even if Yang Jian saw it, he couldn't help but sigh secretly, the magic of nature's creation. How can she have so many advantages, and let her possess them alone, isn't she envious of others?

The woman missed, and the big fan flew left and right. Shoot out one after another, brilliant sparks and wind blades, and the castration is extremely fierce. In a short time, these wind blades weaved themselves into a huge web of fire. Wants to net the opponent into it, causing immeasurable injuries.

Yang Jian's arms shook, and he suddenly rose several feet taller, which could be avoided.

"I asked myself that I didn't know the girl, why did I have to fight for my life?"

"Senior Yu Lingzi, but you killed it? In that case, what nonsense are you talking about, look at the move!"

The silver light suddenly brightened again. As soon as the fan girl's delicate body turned around, the King Kong fan emitted a burst of piercing sound waves. Along with it, there are layers of colored light patterns, which also contain a lethal power that cannot be underestimated.

But she really underestimated the strength of Erlang God. Just a ghost trick, how can it cause the slightest harm to Yang Jian. I saw that Yang Jian did not move at all, allowing the other party to launch frequent offensives.

Fan Niang was frightened, and was about to renew the move, but heard a gloomy voice say: "Stand down, he is definitely not the object you can clean up!"

At first hearing this, Fan Niang's face changed drastically, and she hurriedly stepped aside with great respect.

At this time, the evil wind suddenly blew in the forest, and it was rushing wildly. An indescribable pressure swept in. But in the depths of the dense forest, a dead black aura, carrying a strange hurricane, slowly approached.

There are two points reflected in the black air, which are terrifying, but I don't know if it is a human or a ghost. As the so-called experts make a move, they will have an immediate opinion.

was a few feet away, but the fierce murderous aura that was exuding had already made Yang Jian feel his blood churning, and he almost wanted to suffocate, which showed that the person who came was by no means idle.

I didn't see any action from the other party, and the evil wind in the forest suddenly swept away the fan girl as if it was alive. This ability to control the virtual as if it were real also made Yang Jian stunned again.

"Yang Jian, return my husband's life!"

With a tense pair of fingers, Gang Qi shot out, like shock, and in an instant, it was pressed to Yang Jian.

"Good guy! It seems to be many times stronger than that demon road!"

Since he is here to seek revenge, he will not get it, and he will not be clear.

Yang Jian's body twisted, avoiding the finger attack. Who knew that the other party's moves were coherent, and his fingers became closer and closer, completely blocking the way out. He grabbed the three-pointed two-edged knife and smashed all his fingers.

"Who's coming?

"Lady Diyong!"

But seeing that the evil wind stopped for a while, the appearance of the other party gradually became clear. Yang Jian was also taken aback when he saw it.

It turned out that the other party was actually a dirty old woman with goosebumps, crane hair, and was almost old, withered and shriveled. At first glance. It is a good match with Yu Lingzi.

Suddenly, Yang Jian seemed to think of something. Nezha is a righteous sister, a golden-nosed white-haired rat spirit, also called this name. But no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the same thing.

But since it is a crooked way of the evil demon, it is natural that it must be eliminated! Immediately mention the divine soldier, and it is a stab at Mrs. Diyong.

Mrs. Diyong smiled coldly, and swept her palm violently, and the demon wind suddenly turned into a whirlpool. The offensive of the three-pointed and two-edged knife was eliminated invisibly.

Yang Jian's heart was stunned, he didn't expect that there would be such a master in the lower realm. immediately collected his mind, and stabbed out with a knife. Only this time, it seems to be a quick move. In fact, there is slow in the fast, fast in the slow, soft and rigid.

But as soon as I came into contact with it, it was like a ghost, a black whirlpool. The offensive was constantly disintegrated and crushed, and finally collapsed.

How did he know that this was actually Mrs. Diyong's, the unique evil skill "Yin Nine Shadows". It is based on poison and resentment. Perversely, turning the true element into evil energy, the power is incredible.

Supplemented by a pair of iron fan palms that are stronger than gold and steel, they can be called indestructible. Splitting gold and cracking stones is as easy as a snap.

"Yang Jian, your strength should not be the only one! Let the old body understand it, your nine turns and move skills!"

The palms are clasped into claws, the left hand is blazing, and the right hand is cold and windy. Fire and cold intersect, rigidity and softness.

Under the repeated bombardment, Yang Jian was defeated and retreated, and the situation was very embarrassing. In this way, the true fire of Erlang God was finally forced. With a sharp inhalation, the "Dragon and Tiger Overlord Fist" attacked head-on, turned into the true form of the dragon and the tiger, and pounced towards Mrs. Diyong.

"It's decent! That old body doesn't make reservations! Look at the move, the Nine Yin Wind!"

Mrs. Diyong's killing intent was decided, and her inky black energy immediately soared in all directions. The intensity of the momentum is just in strong contrast with the small figure.

In the face of the crisis, Yang Jian seemed extremely calm. Although the forest was full of resentment, Yang Jian borrowed it for his own use and slapped it with one palm.

The palm is as powerful as it goes, but when I see the black wind like a knife, the hatred is like a mountain, and the momentum is terrifying!

"What a turnaround!"

Mrs. Diyong is not afraid of rejuvenation, and gives birth to stronger forces to welcome her. As soon as they clashed, the black qi suddenly turned into zero, and each attacked Yang Jian from a tricky angle.

Transformed into a giant peak, Yang Jian suddenly turned into a giant peak, and even if the black wind swept away, he didn't want to shake half a point.

Witnessing this scene, Mrs. Diyong's heart was also full of thoughts. Seventy-three changes, and indeed his name is well deserved! This guy really deserves to be the grandson of Yuqing's disciple! If it weren't for Yu Lingzi being killed by him, why should he be an enemy of him?

Thinking of the deceased husband, I felt a pain in my heart, and the hatred was even more surging like the angry tide of Qiantang. The strong black gas, a steady stream, erupted from her mouth and nose, and it was already the strongest skill.