Mo Gong held it with one hand and fixed the cicada ancestor in mid-air.

Just as he was about to deal him a fatal blow, he sensed that a mysterious mysterious power emanated from the cicada ancestor, causing Mo Gong to snort lightly.

The black power circulated in his hands and turned into a long black knife.

...... of Demon Killing God Killer Knife!

But before the killer, Mo Gong glanced at Wen Wen from a distance, as if he suddenly remembered something, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a smile.

The long knife in his hand grazed the wings of the cicada ancestor and cut it out directly.

As soon as he walked back to his dormitory, the Pope was about to sit down, when suddenly he saw a flash of black light, and his chair was split in two and fell on both sides.

The Pope wants to cry without tears, who is he provoking whom......

After slashing this knife, Mo Gong casually threw out the broken body of the cicada ancestor.

As soon as the body fell a few meters, it became illusory, floating silently in the air, like a dead thing.

At this time, the cicada ancestor once again entered the interdimensional space, and ordinary people could not see him except for those who were inspired to a certain extent.

And even if the superpowers could see Him, they would not be able to reach Him.

Because his essence is no longer in this space, even a cataclysmic powerhouse can't touch a single hair of the cicada ancestor.

This is the innate ability of the cicada ancestor, and it did not disappear just because he fell into the realm.

Mo Gong clapped his hands, and said a few words softly in Wen Wen's direction, which only Wen Wen could hear.

"Now this insect is no longer a threat, this ability is both protection and imprisonment for him, and he will not be able to come out for at least three and five years."

"But when He can come out, He will be stronger than he is now, and I won't help you then, you have to figure it out yourself."

Wen Wen knew that this was the sharpening that Mo Gong wanted to give him.

But Mo Gong also underestimated him too much, it didn't take three or five years, nor did it take a year and a half, as long as Wen Wen digested the power of the Divine Blood Cup and raised himself to the True Order realm.

Cicada ancestor is no longer a threat to him!

After everything was done, Mo Gong was refreshed, snapped his fingers, and the black door reappeared.

He beckoned to the Ghost of Blood Nine One and Landas, and their bodies were dragged to the door by an invisible force, and then Mo Gong stretched out his arms to the Holy City, as if admiring the beauty he had created.

At this time, there were more than a dozen huge black crosses standing in the Holy City, and the Glorious Church had to take a lot of brains just to deal with this residual power.

Then Mo Gong took the two monsters and slowly retreated into the shelter, and the black door slowly disappeared into the void.

It was only at this time that the feeling of depression that shrouded the hearts of all the people around him finally disappeared, like a big stone being removed.

Shermore, Ye Wen, Lin Zheyuan, and Bai Long took off the sunglasses in front of them, and their emotions couldn't recover for a long time.

The battle between Mo Gong and Cicada Ancestor deeply shocked them and made them realize their insignificance.

On this planet, the only people who really stand at the top are the catastrophic level powerhouses, and the other superpowers are just stronger ordinary people for them.

However, this catastrophe is powerful, but his personality is a little unpredictable.

Why did he destroy the buildings of the Holy City, as if he had a grudge against the Glorious Church......

They guessed right, Mo Gong really had a grudge against the Glory Church.

It's a bit inaccurate to say this, Mo Gong actually has a grudge against the creator behind the Glorious Church, and when he saw this sect that sang the praises of the creator, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, so he targeted it in every possible way.

Every Celestial God has a great origin, and Mo Gong is no different.

He is the evil of gods and demons, and his consciousness and power are composed of two parts, of which the evil part is directly related to the Creator.

So he was born with an indelible hatred for the Creator, and this time he made a big fuss in the Holy City, and it was already the result of Mo Gong's restraint that he didn't hurt the innocent.

Of course, Shermoes couldn't have known about these secrets, and they thought Mo Gong was a black cross.

Observing this battle up close was of great benefit to Lin Zheyuan and Ye Wen, for them, this battle for the Divine Blood Cup was not so important.

And Wen Wen didn't have time to sigh, after Mo Gong disappeared, he rushed into the battlefield like a swimming dragon.

He then let himself free fall for a while, and after a while his foot touched the bottom.

In the previous battle between Mo Gong and Cicada Ancestor, the power was blocked by the old priest's barrier and could not spread horizontally, so they all rushed downward, turning this place into an abyss that could not be seen at a glance.

When the cicada ancestor entered the interdimensional dimension, Horsta fell off its head and fell to the ground fiercely.

Unlike Wen Wen, Horsta's fusion with the Cicada Ancestor had almost consumed the energy of his whole body, and the power fluctuations involved here had caused erosion of his body.

So when Horsta hit the ground, he threw a leg hard.

He stayed quietly at the bottom of the pit, expecting Wen Wen not to spot him, but it was impossible for Wen Wen to be conspicuous, and Wen Wen landed directly on Horsta's other leg, which was also trampled off with a clatter.

"When I was whereabouts, I didn't notice that there were people here, sorry." Wen Wen said to Horsta without sincerity.

Horsta smiled bitterly twice, and said flatteringly to Wen Wen: "It's not in the way, it's not good for me." ”

Wen Wen raised his eyebrows, squatted in front of Holsta, and said in surprise: "You didn't have this attitude before, what's the ...... Scared? ”

The holy beasts have been dealt with, and fools are not afraid.

Of course, Horsta didn't say this to Wen Wen, but said cautiously: "I was a villain before, I don't know how thick the sky is, I am a frog at the bottom of a well, you have a lot of them, treat me as a fart." ”

Wen Wen scratched his chin, took out the phantom cigarette holder again, rubbed it hard, and then held his breath.

A wisp of smoke resembling Holsta flew out from behind Wen Wen with a very ecstatic expression, and after two blows, it disappeared into thin air.

Holsta's mouth was long, not knowing what to say.

Wen Wen fanned his nose with his hand: "I have agreed to your request and let you go as a fart, speaking of which, it is the first time I have put such a stinky fart, and now it is time to discuss the beam between us." ”

Horsta shuddered: "Didn't you say that you already treated me as a fart, why did you ......"

Syllable!

Wen Wen gave Horsta a slap: "Who stipulates that if you are treated as a fart, they can't trouble you?" ”

"Yes, yes, you're right." Hosta whispered.

Those who know the times are Junjie, and Hosta has always been very knowledgeable about the times, he knows that the most important thing for him now is to save his life, so he will not hesitate to let him eat Ollie.