"Since you are looking for death, then I will do what you wish. ”

Jun Mochen's gaze fell slightly, looking at the strong people in front of him as if he was looking down on an ant.

It's as if nothing in this world can change his color for it.

"Rampant!"

The Blood Sect disciples were furious in their hearts, and they all urged their divine souls to launch the strongest blow.

All kinds of spiritual power rays were surging around here, after all, it was more than ten True Qi Realm powerhouses who shot at the same time, and that kind of momentum was also quite terrifying.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Han Zong had a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.

No matter how mysterious Jun Mochen is, he is just a milky kid of the True Qi Realm, he doesn't think that the other party can have the strength to resist so many True Qi Realm powerhouses!

At this time, he seemed to have predicted the scene of Jun Mochen being blown into scum by this terrifying attack!

However.

At the moment when the terrifying attack was about to hit Jun Mochen's figure, he disappeared in place with a 'brush'!

"This is, Remnant?"

Han Zong was stunned to see a figure slowly disappear from the place where Jun Mochen originally occupied, and the smile on his face suddenly stiffened.

And those terrifying gods pierced through that figure and landed on the ground, leaving a big crater!

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"

The next moment, under Han Zong's shocked gaze, the sound of air explosions sounded in the air one after another.

I saw that Jun Mochen's figure was like a ghost, and he didn't know when he appeared in the crowd. The iron fist smashed down like a meteor! Without saying anything, it smashed into a Blood Sect disciple in front of him.

At this moment, he is like the wolf king who has entered the flock!

The afterimage flickered, and the fist shadow was mighty. Jun Mochen relied on this pair of iron fists, but in the flickering of the sword, he killed a forbidden area that no one dared to set foot in!

His iron fists are like a sickle that symbolizes the scythe of death pouring to harvest life, constantly slaughtering the living beings around him!

Under this fist-to-flesh attack, those murderous Blood Sect disciples were finally terrified! The screams of bone cracking were like the horns of the undead, as if they were playing a shocking symphony of death!

More and more people fell, startling thousands of dust, and Jun Mochen stood proudly in it, faintly through the dust, it can be seen that above the pair of iron fists, there is a god rolling.

Rumble!

Suddenly, a roar like thunder spread from his body, and a little ripple of spiritual power bloomed on the surface of his body, and countless heaven and earth spiritual power gathered towards his body!

An unprecedented sense of power suddenly rose in Jun Mochen's heart.

"True Qi Realm Triple!"

In this exhilarating battle, he broke through again not long after breaking through the True Qi Realm Dual!

With a slight squeeze of the iron fist, the terrifying fist suddenly climbed to the tip of the fist.

The corners of Jun Mochen's mouth suddenly hooked up a sarcastic smile, and his eyes, which were already a little reddened, glanced around, and in an instant, his palms suddenly blasted forward, and suddenly, a circle of pale white energy surged towards the surroundings!

Thousands of dust slowly fell, and the few Blood Sect disciples who were originally struggling to breathe also fell to the ground completely.

Han Zong looked at the scene in front of him in a daze, his mouth opened slightly, and he couldn't believe what had just happened!

At this time.

An extremely strange scene appeared, those originally imposing Blood Sect disciples fell to the ground, while Jun Mochen stood intact in the middle of the pile, with a light smile on the corner of his mouth.

It's as if he's an outsider!

Jun Mochen walked step by step, and when he walked in front of Han Zong, he stopped, slowly raised his head, and said with a faint smile: "Next, it's your turn." ”

"What??"

Han Zong was stunned for a moment, his eyes revealed anger, and he was about to scold, but Jun Mochen squeezed his fist and smashed it towards his face without saying anything!

This punch, as fast as lightning, quickly enlarged between his pupils, even if he subconsciously wanted to burst back, but he couldn't dodge it for a while.

Rumble!

The domineering power of the fist slammed directly into the bridge of his nose, and Han Zong's gaze suddenly became extremely scarlet.

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

Han Zong's face was blurred at the moment, staring at Jun Mochen.

Jun Mochen's punch just now, although it was to take advantage of his unpreparedness, but that power surprised even him.

Even if Jun Mochen broke through, it would just be a threefold cultivation of the True Qi Realm!

Why, can he have such terrifying combat power?

At this moment, Han Zong's heart was full of shock, and looking at Jun Mochen, it was also unprecedented solemnity.

"Boy, since you can't wait to die so much, then, let me let you feel what it means to be a primordial realm powerhouse!

Han Zong was furious, and a terrifying energy fluctuation suddenly spread in his body, and above his body, a trace of pale yellow light appeared, making his aura even more unpredictable.

"Is this the strength of the Taichu Realm?" Feeling this coercion, Jun Mochen squinted his eyes slightly.

He knew that this Xuanhuang-like energy was the power of the primordial!

When a monk reaches the primordial realm, he can sense the primordial star, and only by absorbing the primordial power from the primordial star, fusing it with the spiritual power within the dantian, and condensing it into a spiritual power star, can he truly step into the primordial realm!

"Boy, are you scared now? Unfortunately, it's too late!"

Han Zongyin looked at Jun Mochen suspiciously, the terrifying spiritual power rushed up from his body, and he couldn't help but say, his toes suddenly touched the ground, turned into an afterimage, and flew towards Jun Mochen!

"Are you so sure, how did you get me?" Jun Mochen hooked the corners of his mouth, and his eyes revealed a sarcastic look: "If you really have the strength to kill me, why did I come to die?"

Hearing this, Han Zong's movements paused slightly, but the next moment, he snorted coldly: "Stinky boy, it's just a matter of making a fool!"

"Really?"

At this moment, Jun Mochen suddenly pointed towards the void, and the corners of his mouth set off an arc: 'Ice Spirit Pattern!'

Rumble!

Suddenly, Jun Mochen's fingertips lit up with a ray of light, and countless symbols condensed, and finally transformed into a mysterious pattern in mid-air!

In a flash.

An extremely cold force surged up in mid-air, instantly enveloping Han Zong in it.

"This, this is the power of the Spirit Pattern?"

Han Zong's complexion changed suddenly, as a powerhouse in the Primal Realm, he naturally had some knowledge, and immediately looked at Jun Mochen who seemed to be looking at him with a smile.

"However, do you think that a single attack-type spirit pattern can help me?"

Han Zong smiled coldly, and the hideous color at the corner of his mouth became more and more intense.

(End of chapter)