"Stop, stop!"

Zhu Qinglin was frightened by the scene in front of him, and seeing that the two giant beasts of the Nine-Tails and the Thunder Leopard were about to slap Zhu Mochuan's body, Zhu Qinglin hurriedly stopped in front of Zhu Mochuan.

"Ling'er, what the hell is going on!"

Hua Moling, who was standing behind the Nine-Tails and the Thunder Leopard, was holding a black dragon cub in his arms that looked like he was about to die, and at this time he was glaring at Zhu Mofeng opposite him with fierce eyes.

"Human, quickly hand over the Black Dragon's Inner Dan."

Although they didn't know what the identity of this old man who suddenly appeared was, both the Nine-Tails and the Thunder Leopard felt a signal on Hua Moling's body for them to stop attacking.

"Black Dragon Neidan? I wish that there is no black dragon Neidan in my family. ”

Although Zhu Qinglin has the strength to make the Nine-Tails and Thunder Leopard stop, judging from the situation just now, the two of them should be Hua Moling's companions.

Since he is a companion, if he makes a rash move, it will inevitably cause Hua Moling's dissatisfaction, and he has not figured out the ins and outs of this matter at all!

"Ling'er, what the hell is going on? Speak quickly! Zhu Qinglin was so anxious that even the sweat on his forehead flowed out, but he didn't wait for Hua Moling's answer.

Zhu Mohan and Zhu Mowu heard the voice and had already rushed back from outside.

Seeing that Zhu Mofeng in the courtyard was bound by Hua Moling's green vines, and seeing that Hua Moling looked like he was going to make a move on Zhu Mochuan, Zhu Mowu couldn't help but say something, and rushed directly in front of Hua Moling.

Zhu Mowu was not sorry for the name Zhu Qinglin gave him, compared to the space and formation techniques of the Zhu family, Zhu Mowu was more interested in the moves of aura cultivation.

Now, he is already a cultivator in the late stage of the Emperor God, and he is only one step away from the Sect God.

"I wish my family, it's not the turn of outsiders to be presumptuous!"

Zhu Mowu shouted, and the aura in his body erupted from the surface of his body, and the momentum was so great that the claws of the Thunder Leopard and the Nine-Tails were almost pulled up from the ground.

Hua Moling took advantage of a face and didn't move.

"Suffer death!"

Zhu Mowu's Horcrux has been held in his hand for an unknown time, it is a sword engraved with a flowing cloud pattern on it, and it looks like it has a bit of origin.

Hua Moling was silent, and the Qiankun ring on her right wrist had begun to grow slowly before she could summon it, and then it was turning wildly on Hua Moling's slender wrist, as if she sensed that her master was in danger, and was ready to rush out to protect her master.

Zhu Mowu had already seen through her cultivation as early as the first time she saw Hua Moling, it was just the early stage of the Emperor God, even if it was very rare to have such a cultivation at such an age, but this was definitely not a reason for her to be able to hurt Zhu Mochuan!

Carrying a sword, Zhu Mowu's figure was so fast that people couldn't see it.

Zhu Mohan considered Hua Moling's influence on his mother, and couldn't help but open his mouth to stop Zhu Mowu, "Mowu, stop!" ”

Stop it? The Cloud Piercing Sword shot, and there is no reason to stop!

Zhu Mohan saw that Zhu Mowu had been enraged, and if he wanted to stop it at this time, it was too late, so he immediately pinched his right hand and set up a spatial barrier as thick as a city wall between Hua Moling and Zhu Mowu.

Zhu Mowu is obsessed with aura martial arts, the space secret art of the Zhu family, and the cultivation of the formation technique can not be called diligent, Zhu Mohan, as the eldest son, can do the true inheritance of Zhu Qinglin, and in time, he will inevitably surpass Zhu Qinglin.

Standing in the middle of this spatial barrier, Zhu Mowu must not be able to break it no matter what, no matter how reluctant he is, the Cloud Piercing Sword in his hand has to be put away by him.

"You witch, why don't you put my brother down? If it weren't for my eldest brother stopping me, I would have spattered your blood on the spot today! ”

At this time, Hua Moling's hand was lying on Zhu Mohan's spatial barrier, his eyes were cold, like a terrible ghost who came to ask for his life in the eighteenth layer of hell, and a glance was enough to make people's scalp tingle.

Hearing that Zhu Mowu dared to step forward to provoke, Zhu Mohan's heart chuckled.

The reason why the two of them didn't fight was not because of his spatial prohibition, but because ......

Just now, Zhu Mohan saw with his own eyes that Ye Chi Yu had stepped forward to try to appease Hua Moling's emotions, and the aroma of food wafting in the air was the biggest reason why Hua Moling temporarily stopped.

But now......

Mo Wu's temperament is too straightforward, and he really doesn't know when he offended people to death.

Hua Moling's right hand with the Qiankun ring was placed on the space prohibition, which was as thick as a city wall, and the translucent space prohibition was touched by Hua Moling like this, just like a fluttering snowflake, constantly falling down from the sky.

Hua Moling's cold eyes were full of mocking smiles, "Oh, is it? The second son is really a great skill......"

Although it is not clear what the bracelet on Hua Moling's right hand looks very ordinary, but the power is so huge, what is it if it is not a demonic thing?

Hua Moling, who uses such a demonic thing, is not a demon girl, what is it?

"If you dare to blaspheme the lintel of my house, you will definitely die today!"

Zhu Mowu raised the Cloud Piercing Sword in his hand again, wanting to cut off Hua Moling's throat with a sword.

Hua Moling stood in place, motionless.

However, when he saw that the Cloud Piercing Sword was about to cut through Hua Moling's white and delicate neck, a very strange circle appeared on the right side of Zhu Mowu, and what came out of it was the blade of Zhu Mowu's Cloud Piercing Sword!

"Damn!"

In desperation, Zhu Mowu had no choice but to take back the Cloud Piercing Sword neatly, and then quickly rolled to the side.

"What kind of demon is this?" Zhu Mowu roared.

A person in the late stage of the Emperor God was actually pressed and beaten like this by someone in the early stage of the Emperor God, and Zhu Mowu felt that his face had been lost.

Hua Moling never gave Zhu Mowu a chance again, Qiankun Huan made a move, and it became bigger and bigger above Zhu Mowu's head, and after a few breaths of silence, the flying sand and stones suddenly poured down from inside, surrounding Zhu Mowu's side.

The grit blew so hard that Zhu Mowu couldn't open his eyes, and the sharp stones cut through the skin on Zhu Mowu's face.

"Stop, you witch, stop!"

Even at this time, Zhu Mowu was still a demon girl, and the demon girl called her.

"I say it one last time, give me back my son's Nedan."

Hua Moling's eyes were fierce, and Zhu Mochuan was already scared out of cold sweat when he hid behind Zhu Qinglin.

"Ling'er, we really don't have any black dragon Neidan......"

Before Zhu Qinglin's words were finished, he saw Ye Siyin running over from the opposite side, his delicate little face was full of tears, "Grandpa grandpa, you can quickly ask the fourth uncle to return Nedan to my brother......