"Oneiroi Machine, it turns out that it's really you!"

In the world of the eight thunder tribulations, Mo Wen looked at the figure bathed in the torrent of thunder, smiled, smiled extremely happily, and was extremely happy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the Yang God World, there are only two people who can really pose a threat to him from beginning to end, one is Hong Yi in the future, and the other is the current Oneiroi machine, the former is growing too fast, and if you are not careful, you may become a huge threat, and the latter is too strong in the early stage of the plot, and the combination of the Eternal Realm and the Eight Tribulations Master is enough to pose a fatal threat to Mo Wen, who has not completed the sacrifice of Asura.

It's just that Mo Wen's luck is so good, who would have thought that he would be able to meet the Oneiroi machine that was crossing the tribulation at this time?

Eight Thunder Tribulations, judging from the background of the Oneiroi Machine, it is not a problem at all, and even the period of weakness will not last long, but it is difficult to say that there is a Mo Wen who is eyeing him.

"Dream Sect Master, although I'm a little sorry for you, I'd better ask you to die here!"

Without hesitation, without mercy, in the face of the Oneiroi machine that had never been wronged, Mo Wen's eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent, and he shot directly.

Anyone who stands in the way of my enlightenment can be killed!

Before cultivating the past scriptures, Mo Wen might have a trace of guilt because of the attack on a stranger, even if he laughed, he couldn't hide the wavering in his heart.

But now that I am aware of my true self, I still feel guilty, but I can admit it calmly, even if I know that what I did was not done by a righteous gentleman, I will feel emotional because of it in the future, but I will never regret it or waver.

From the moment your hands are stained with the blood of your companions, there is only one way forward.

If you don't detach yourself from fate, you don't detach yourself from cause and effect, and if you don't detach yourself from everything, where are the tens of billions of sacrificed companions?

Killing one person is a crime, killing a hundred people is a great crime, killing 10,000 people is a heinous crime, since you are already at the bottom of the abyss, then what is there to be afraid of? And who can't be killed? What can't be done?

Without hesitation, he shot towards the Oneiroi machine, and at this moment, Mo Wen felt that he was stronger than ever.

The real freedom is not to have no desires and no desires, but to carry everything on your back and still be able to move forward without confusion!!

The huge Kun shadow appeared beside Mo Wen again, and began to wander happily, as if this heaven and earth were its paradise, and by the traction of this qi machine, the nine thunder tribulation areas not far away were all agitated, and one after another thunder was dragged out and fell into the ice and thunder tribulation in Mo Wen's hands.

The dazzling white light, in the midst of the lightning and thunder, Mo Wen, who was holding a giant sword, seemed to be an ancient thunder god.

The next moment, the giant sword slashed mercilessly, and the world-destroying torrent composed of thunderstorms and cold currents blasted towards the Oneiroi machine.

As if sensing the approaching crisis, Oneiroi, who was in the midst of a catastrophe, suddenly opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes are these, cold, ruthless, indifferent, like the eternal Heavenly Dao, without a trace of mortal emotion, even in the face of a force that is enough to destroy themselves, there is not the slightest emotion.

"--Mo-smell? I've heard the Nine Flame Dragon mention you, where is my Saint Maiden of the Supreme Dao now? ”

Ignoring the sneak attack of Mo Wen or the destructive power that was close at hand, Oneiroi spoke lightly, and his tone was calm as if he was greeting a friend, fully demonstrating his dominating spirit.

At the same time, the void around his body, there was a resonance, time and space showed a chaotic state, the fluctuations of space, the ripples emitted a melodious bell, and the torrent of sword qi emitted by Mo Wen actually stopped out of thin air, unable to get closer to a single step.

In the past, Mo Wen might have really been suppressed by this momentum, and subconsciously began to hesitate.

But now that he realizes his true self, he only has one thought left, and that is to kill the guy in front of him.

Instead of advancing and retreating, Mo Wen gritted his teeth, calmed down, took a step forward with his body, and slashed at the Oneiroi machine again, and then without waiting for the end, it was the second sword and the third sword!

Countless Peng birds turned out of the sword qi and flew forward with their chirps, like a flock of birds migrating collectively by the lake, which was spectacular.

Looking at the sword qi that came from the sky, the expression of the Oneiroi Machine finally loosened a little, as if the clay statue had cracked its skin, revealing the inside for the first time.

His family knew his own affairs, don't look at the fact that he was very easy to block Mo Wen's blow before, but in fact, he had used all his strength, and at the critical moment of eight thunder tribulations and refining his soul into a god, half of his mind was in the aspect of dealing with the thunder tribulation, and he couldn't pull out his hand at all.

Although he was sure to survive this thunderstorm in a few breaths, it was this little bit of time that was missing.

"Where is the Nine Flame Dragon?"

With a loud shout, the Oneiroi machine, which was already a little difficult to take care of, had to start relying on external forces.

I saw a fluctuation in the surrounding void, and nine crimson dragons hundreds of zhang long appeared, although because of their huge bodies, they were splashed with blood by the violent thunder as soon as they appeared, but they still bravely stretched out their dragon claws and grabbed towards Mo Wen's sword qi.

"Eight Desolate Xuanhuo Dragons, burn them for me!"

Mo Wen sneered, his body shook slightly, and eight bright and almost white fire dragons flew out from behind him, forming a circle to meet the Nine Fire Flame Dragons head-on.

Fire to fire, dragon to dragon!

The world that originally belonged to the thunder rose out of thin air, with broken scales, overflowing blood, and roaring dragon groans, the Yanlong battle entered a climax in an instant, and the dragon's body was torn apart in almost every instant.

Although the Xuanhuo Dragon has no life and no wisdom, it is much more clumsy than the Nine Flame Dragon, but their scorching heat is not comparable to the Nine Flame Flame Dragon, most of the latter's body was ignited, and the minions were sealed, obviously in a short period of time, they could not help their master.

His brows furrowed slightly, and the alarm bell sounded in Oneiroi's heart, and he only felt that the omen of incomparably dangerous things was always hanging in his heart.

When he got the report of the Nine Flame Flame Dragon, although he attached great importance to Mo Wen, a young man who had the ability to defeat Hong Xuanji and explode the Nine Flame Flame Dragon with one move, he only attached importance to it, after all, the current Hong Xuanji was like that in his eyes, if it weren't for Yang Pan's Creation Boat, he could be crushed to death in his backhand.

It's just that he never thought that Mo Wen would be so strong that he could brazenly move and fight with himself in the world of eight thunder tribulations.

Taking a deep breath, Oneiroi felt that the idea of being immersed in the thunder tribulation began to weaken, and there was a faint sign of failure, so he immediately stopped delaying and directly used his hole cards.

I saw a phantom suddenly appear in front of him, and the sky was round in the phantom, faintly reflecting all things, with a kind of immortal, immortal and immortal taste.

At this most dangerous moment, the first treasure in heaven and earth, the king of primeval artifacts, the eternal realm finally revealed the tip of the iceberg at this moment.

The sword qi that Mo Wen swayed out was like raindrops hitting the wall, all of which were blocked out without the slightest ripple.

Obviously, even if it is not fully repaired now, the power of the Eternal Kingdom is not something that a single creator can easily shake.

Just looking at the halo that appeared in front of him, Mo Wen laughed instead.

"It's you who are waiting, Asura, give it to me!"

The next moment, I heard a muffled sound, and the entire void suddenly turbulent, and the space screamed for a while, and finally shattered.

In the turbulence of that space, a huge demon god hundreds of zhang high, with three heads and six arms, leaped out of the void, brazenly stretched out his fists the size of a house, and slammed into the light shield of the Eternal Realm.

Bang!

It turned out to be like porcelain, and the light shield of the Eternal Realm immediately cracked.

There is no eternal mystery, no immortal brilliance, there is only one thing in the asura forged by Mo Wen, and that is power!

But under this power, eternity will also end, and immortality will be shattered.

With the most naked murderous intent in his eyes, Mo Wen smashed his sword into the cracked light shield, and the entire sword body was inserted into it.

Immediately, there was a riot, and even the people with swords were forced into the light mask.

Die!

Without any hesitation, facing the first person in the world who was close at hand, Mo Wen raised his sword and fell, and it was a sword towards the opponent's head.

Sighing softly, facing Mo Wen's strong sword, the Oneiroi machine moved, and a divine sword flew out of the void next to him. The streamlines on the knife body are constantly shuttling, and it looks like time.

"Providence is like a knife, time is like a knife, my knife is too timely, please taste it!"