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There are spies!

His face was as gloomy as water, he didn't care to think about who had the problem, his toes tapped in the void, and the whole person was like a big peng spreading its wings, flying towards the sky.

As he moved, the others scattered in all directions, keeping their distance from others.

Only Xiaomeng stood in place, staring at Mo Chen with stunned eyes, his eyes full of surprise.

Xiaomeng looked at Mo Chen's figure, felt the familiar aura, showed a gentle smile on his face, and slowly said, "I haven't seen you for more than three hundred years, and you have become stronger again." ”

Xiaomeng felt the terrifying power in Mo Chen's body, and her heart was full of emotion.

He was born with great supernatural powers, and he could devour all things in heaven and earth to replenish himself, but when it came to the speed of progress, he was still much worse than Mo Chen.

"You've finally fulfilled your wish." Mo Chen stared at Xiaomeng, looking at her petite body, his eyes flashing with a look of remembrance.

He still vaguely remembers the wild words he said when Xiaomeng was a little butterfly, and vowed to transform into a real human form one day.

Who would have thought that hundreds of years later, the original little butterfly really turned into a human form.

The crowd scattered and looked at each other warily. When they heard the words of the two, they didn't know who had gone wrong.

It's just that everyone listened to the conversation between the two, their brows couldn't help frowning, and their eyes flashed with doubt.

How is it possible that they had known each other more than three hundred years ago?

Regarding the origin of Xiaomeng, everyone still knows something, it is said that she is the younger sister of Chi Songzi and the head of Tianzong hand-picked by Zhuangzi.

But if they had known each other hundreds of years ago, wouldn't it mean that Xiaomeng was earlier than Zhuangzi, and maybe even contemporaneous with Lao Tzu?

But Taoism doesn't have an old guy named Xiaomeng at all, right?

Ying Zheng's thoughts twitched in his heart, and he stared at Xiaomeng with a frown, as if he wanted to see through her origin. He swept over Mo Chen from time to time, his heart full of anger at being played.

Taoist Tianzong, you have done a good job.

Ying Zheng's heart was full of anger, not only full of anger towards Mo Chen, but also full of resentment towards Taoists. This feeling of being played like a monkey by Yingzheng has not felt for many years.

"It's not time to chat." Xiaomeng felt Ying Zheng's murderous intentions, although his own cultivation was a little worse than that of Ying Zheng, but he did not have the slightest fear. With a faint smile on her face, she looked around at the people around her who had bad faces, and said softly.

Although she also wanted to talk to Mo Chen about her hundreds of years of experience and share the joy of her transformation with others. But the atmosphere here is obviously not suitable for reminiscence.

Mo Chen felt the increasingly oppressive atmosphere around him, glanced at the expressions of everyone, nodded slowly, and said with a smile: "It's really not the time to chat, Mencius handed it over to you." As for the two of them, I'll deal with it personally. ”

Although Xiaomeng is strong, there is still a considerable gap between him and the generals and Yingzheng. With her strength, if she is against the government or generals, the result will inevitably be more than lucky.

But compared with Mencius, Xiaomeng's strength had a certain upper hand at that time.

Facing the two sixth-order powerhouses, although Mo Chen felt a little tricky, he was not afraid!

"Good!" Xiaomeng didn't like to say much, looked at Mo Chen's serious expression, nodded calmly, and responded.

Her voice fell, her slender waist as thin as a willow was slightly folded, the dust in her hand waved, and the whole person was like a dancing butterfly, rushing towards Mencius.

Mencius looked at Xiaomeng's movements, his face was as black as ink, and he was speechless in his heart.

What kind of helper did Ying Zheng find, he had already defected before the war. Mencius glanced at Ying Zheng, who had a bad face, and scolded hatefully in his heart.

For the first time, he felt that his decision to join Yingzheng seemed to be a little inappropriate.

Mencius's thoughts turned, and he flew into the distance.

The cultivation of the generals and others was too terrifying, and the scene of a radius of hundreds of miles like a natural disaster made Mencius feel horrified.

The generals had only come a few breaths earlier than themselves and the others, but in such a short time, the aftermath of the battle between the two left such a terrifying scene here.

Mencius really didn't dare to imagine how earth-shattering it would be if the three of them fought with all their might.

Although he was very confident in his current strength, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart when he saw the scene in front of him.

The two drifted apart, and only Mo Chen, Ying Zheng, and the generals were left on the field to confront each other.

"Your Excellency the Eastern Emperor is a good means." Ying Zheng stood high in the air, looking down at Mo Chen below with a gloomy face, his voice was full of coldness, and he said coldly.

Xiaomeng's rebellion not only disrupted his own arrangements and made things appear meaningless, but also slapped himself in the face.

Although Ying Zheng was confident that he and his generals could still kill Mo Chen together, this feeling of not being able to control made him feel uneasy.

"Hehe, I can't compare to Your Majesty's helpers." Mo Chen glanced around at Yingzheng and the generals, with a faint smile on his face, and said flatly.

Two sixth-order, but it's a bit troublesome.

Although none of them have begun to survive the three tribulations, as the world's top celestial pride, their cultivation is absolutely earth-shattering.

Mo Chen asked himself, even if with his current strength, it was easy to defeat the two, but it was a bit troublesome to kill them.

It seems that it can only be delayed until dawn, and that move must be left to fate, otherwise there may be variables.

Mo Chen thought in his heart, but he was looking forward to the early arrival of Yue Liuli and the others.

Yue Liuli and Ma Ling'er both have fifth-order cultivation, plus that dragon, although it is impossible to defeat the generals, but they can contain him. In this way, he can concentrate on dealing with Yingzheng, but he can have a few more chances of success.

Although Yingzheng was angry at Xiaomeng's betrayal in his heart, he was not a child who was angry casually. As the emperor who crowned the world, he understood the seriousness of the matter.

His breath was full of breath, like a divine dragon awakened from a deep sleep, the sky was shrouded in dark clouds, the waning moon and stars were completely swallowed, and the earth fell into an indescribable silence.

The breath of Yingzheng seems to be endless, growing wildly.

He stared at Mo Chen closely, his eyes opened and closed like thunderbolts, making people dare not look directly.

Everyone was silent for two breaths, and Ying Zheng slowly spoke: "If Your Excellency the Eastern Emperor admits defeat and swears allegiance to Great Qin with his own avenue, I wish to crown Your Excellency as the emperor!" ”

Mo Chen was slightly stunned when he heard this, and his face showed a funny look.

Before he could speak, the general's face was stunned, and his eyes flashed with anger.

He opened and closed his mouth and wanted to say something, but then he thought that Nuwa's resurrection still needed Yingzheng's help, so he could only glare at Mo Chen hatefully and close his mouth.

Ying Zheng's voice fell, and the scene was silent for a few breaths, and the heavy breath made people breathless.

Under Ying Zheng's gaze, Mo Chen looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Haha."

His laughter was loud, like a landslide and tsunami, and it spread mightily.

"Since the deity preached to the world more than 300 years ago, no one in this world has spoken to the deity like this." Mo Chen smiled, looked at Yingzheng with a gloomy face, shook his head and smiled.

Ying Zheng heard Mo Chen's kindness in refusing him, and his face suddenly became gloomy. Donghuang Taiyi is really too arrogant, and he was so kind to persuade him to surrender, but he humiliated me so much.

He looked at the smile on Mo Chen's face, and there was no longer the slightest luck in his heart, he secretly used his skills and mocked: "Hundreds of years ago, you preached the world, and you thought you were a Dao ancestor. ”

"Three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace." Mo Chen raised his head and looked at the sky, muttering in a low voice, his face showing a look of memory.

For hundreds of years, I have been silent for too long.

Now that the catastrophe of the gods is about to begin, it is time for the world to understand that they are always watching the world!

He was silent for two breaths, looked up at Ying Zheng, whose aura was frantically converging, with an indifferent smile on his face, and said lightly: "Deity, why can't it be Dao Ancestor!" ”

"Haha, Donghuang Taiyi, I think you're crazy." Ying Zheng's face was full of mockery, and he couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh.

What a figure Dao Ancestor is, he preached the world hundreds of years ago, leaving the seeds of martial arts for this world, and he has already soared to the immortal realm.

As his biggest enemy, how could Ying Zheng not collect information about the Eastern Emperor Taiyi. Although Donghuang Taiyi was also a figure of that era, he was much worse than Dao Ancestor, too much.

"In this way, the deity will show you something." Mo Chen saw that Yingzheng was delaying time, and he was happy to delay it so much.

He stood behind his back with his hands on his back, and a huge golden wheel of merit appeared behind his head. The golden wheel bloomed with immeasurable divine light, like the sun hanging high in the sky, making people dare not look directly.

At the same time, an altar as white as snow appeared at his feet.

The altar is divided into two layers, the first layer is two zhang square, and it is full of various martial arts essences, as if expounding the mystery of martial arts. The second layer of Fang Yuanzhang Xu, which is engraved with the legendary scene of the Nine Secluded Underworld, can faintly see the haunting of the dead!

At the same time, hundreds of miles away, Xiaomeng and Mencius fought endlessly.

Every collision between the two is like a wave sweeping over, causing a terrible disaster to the surrounding environment.

Mountains shattered, forests destroyed.

As the number of fights gradually increased, Mencius's face became more and more solemn, and his heart was full of doubts. Xiaomeng's moves are too familiar, and he really looks like an old man.

After the two fought again, Mencius retreated and stopped at a thousand feet of high mountain.

He looked at Xiaomeng with a solemn face, and said in a condensed voice: "You are Zhuangzi!" ”

Although he didn't want to believe it, Xiaomeng, who looked like a large Lori, in front of him, would be the peerless master of the Taoist family. But in the face of so many similarities, he had to wonder in his heart.

Xiaomeng stopped in the void, his face was cold and he didn't speak, and looked sideways to the west.

I saw that a heavenly palace that stretched for miles appeared on the horizon at some point!

The heavenly palace stretches for several miles, and the colorful auspicious clouds on it are swirling, and the vitality of heaven and earth turns into mist.

Although the palace is very far away from here, the breath of divine majesty makes people can't help but feel a little worshipful in their hearts. (To be continued.) )