Just do it when you think of it, Mo Yu didn't hesitate at the moment, and directly took out the palm-sized fairy sword. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Rumble!

A whirlpool visible to the naked eye appeared above the fairy sword when Mo Yu took out the fairy sword.

The energy in the sky was quickly absorbed by the vortex, and even the haze that spread all over above was affected.

The pillar of mana light, which was already faint and about to dissipate, began to distort in this increasingly powerful vortex.

"You are stupid, hurry up and confess the Lord with blood, and start cultivating with your inner strength. When it's partially restored, it'll be too late for you to regret it. ”

At this time, the sound of the system came from Mo Yu's head, Mo Yu patted his head when he heard the words, and quickly bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of the tip of his tongue.

Whew!

It was like water entering a pot of oil, and the blood was quickly evaporated, and then merged into the fairy sword.

A vague connection appeared between Mo Yu and the fairy sword, Mo Yu held the fairy sword in his hand, and the internal strength of his whole body surged out, although it seemed insignificant in front of the shocking and terrifying energy of the whirlpool, but for Mo Yu and the fairy sword, it was enough.

The connection is constantly strengthening, and time is constantly passing.

A few minutes later, the golden pillar of energy in the sky disappeared completely, and the fairy sword also returned to its primitive appearance, but the slight connection between Mo Yu and the fairy sword told Mo Yu that the fairy sword had recovered somewhat.

"Don't get too excited!" The voice of the system sounded: "Although this broken sword has just regained some strength, it is useless, it lacks too much energy, and now the sword spirit is still asleep, unless you are at stake, it may awaken once to help you, and it is impossible to use it at ordinary times." ”

Mo Yu was a little frustrated when he heard this, such a huge amount of energy, just a little energy was restored, this sword was really amazing.

Reluctantly put away the fairy sword, Mo Yu began to wonder, why can the fairy sword be used in the previous life to be buried? Although the fairy sword is not too outstanding in his hands, he has indeed used it all the time.

It seems that it is not easy to be buried, and it must have its own secrets.

Mo Yu shook his head, stood up, and looked at the bottom of the ceremony.

The golden pillar of light, with the swirling small sword, the people in the audience were already stunned, even the temple envoy sitting in the VIP seat, the young man was no exception.

Mo Yu looked at all this and sneered.

This time it was really thrilling and lucky.

It is also to blame Wang Dasheng and others for being dirt buns, holding a founding ceremony in such a hurry, and there is no etiquette at all.

Otherwise, Mo Yu would not be able to easily accept cross-border transmission in his appearance.

The immortal demigod of the Martial God Realm can only judge his location based on the life signal, and then look at it according to the location, how could the immortal demigod notice Mo Yu's appearance? Even if he paid attention, how could he possibly know what Wang Dasheng and Mo Yu looked like? For him, there are all the creatures on the earth, and if the signal is right, just start the transmission directly.

Where do life signals come from? Offered by the Pantheon.

At this time, the divine envoy of the Temple of the Gods, the young man, had already stood up with a face full of disbelief and looked at Mo Yu blankly.

The golden light dissipated, and he could already see Mo Yu's appearance clearly.

How can it be?

What about Wang Dasheng?

Who is this recipient?

Mo Yu felt the gaze, turned his head to look, and then sneered at the young divine envoy.

The oracle shuddered at the sight of this smile, and his face turned pale.

The things arranged by the demigods are all laid out in detail, and there is a mistake at this time, and a lot of mana of the demigods has been wasted in vain.

Regardless of the young man's pale face and desperate eyes.

It doesn't matter that the gang managers below are standing in rows waiting for Mo Yu to announce the founding of the country, and then start rewarding them.

Even more than 100,000 ordinary survivors cheering and excited, shouting the slogan of the Doomsday Holy Country.

Mo Yu walked to the front of the stage and stood in front of the standing microphone, looking at the people below who were gradually quieting down.

They, everyone, are waiting for Wang Dasheng to announce the founding of the country!

How could Mo Yu get their wish?

After thinking about it, the corners of Mo Yu's mouth hooked up with a smile, and he shouted: "It's been more than a month since the end came, and our Doomsday Gang has been established for a short time. ”

Looking at the expectant eyes below, Mo Yu continued: "However, for more than a month, I feel very tired. ”

Seeing that the people below were puzzled, Mo Yu said again: "Especially after the establishment of the Doomsday Gang, I feel more tired. ”

The people below had gone from doubts to horror.

Sure enough, Mo Yu said the last sentence: "I have decided, the Doomsday Gang is disbanded." ”

Speaking of this, Mo Yu laughed again: "Do you think that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, you will be the first batch of people, and then enjoy the best treatment, and you will have the opportunity to be knighted?" ”

The faces of the people below were completely confused.

"Don't even think about it!" Mo Yu laughed and said: "It's all fake, it's a lie, the Doomsday Gang has been for this day since its establishment, for me to stand here, and make this joke against more than 100,000 of you." ”

"yes, it's just kidding!" Mo Yu shouted loudly: "This has been a joke from the beginning, follow me stupidly, you are all jokes." ”

At this point, the faces of the people below had changed from dazed to frightened, and then to angry now.

Yes, it is angry, more than 100,000 people, all of them looked at Mo Yu on the stage angrily, and even the managers in the audience looked at Mo Yu with disbelief on their faces.

"He's not a helper! He's a fake. The real gang leader is dead. ”

At this time, someone shouted.

It's a pity that compared to the entire gymnasium, his voice is too small to affect the overall situation at all.

Mo Yu looked slightly, someone had entered the locker room.

However, it doesn't matter anymore.

The corners of Mo Yu's mouth hooked up a smile: "I announce again, the Doomsday Gang is completely disbanded, everyone should gather and disperse, go back to their own homes, find their own mothers, and disperse, pay attention to the safety of the left and right, don't crowd, and line up to get out of the gymnasium." ”

After saying that, Mo Yu took off the standing microphone casually, and then broke it with his hand, clicking, and completely halved it.

Now, the Doomsday Gang has no chance to explain.

Throwing down the microphone, Mo Yu walked under the stage, and said to the other party Jingmiao and Li Duzun in the team channel as he walked: "Let's start acting, it's already completely messed up." The core personnel all have a black bracelet woven with rope on their wrists, and you can watch the killing. If it's really hard to tell, then kill them all. ”

"Okay, got it, you come out quickly, our people have already put their hands on the gates." Fang Jingmiao's voice came.

"Boss, don't worry, this time I have to compare with Li Xinghua to see who kills more."

"Haha, Yu'er, you don't have to worry about the rest of the matter, the brothers are all thinking about killing happily."

Mo Yu nodded slightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and walked quickly towards the wall behind the rostrum.

Looking back at the god envoy of the Temple of Gods who was not far away, his face was pale and desperate, Mo Yu's eyes rolled, and he had an idea in his heart. (To be continued.) )