"Is that enough?"

Mo Li asked softly.

Meng Bufan, who had already returned to Mo Li's side, bowed slightly: "That's enough." ”

His breath had calmed down.

He said lightly: "The contribution points are 50,000 more." ”

Mo Li nodded, there were more than thirty people in total, and in terms of the strength of the second layer, snatching one-tenth of their contribution points was almost like that.

"You ...... Heavenly Gate, the Netherworld Night Shao will never let you go!"

The resentful voice sounded slowly, and Lin Ying looked at Meng Bufan hatefully, struggling to stand up.

Mo Li glanced at him lightly: "I don't know what the Night Cloud Tryst will do, but if I come back and see that you are still on the second layer, you will know what I will do to you." ”

Lin Ying's face changed greatly, and he coughed heavily: "You...... What do you mean!"

Mo Li ignored him and left.

"Go to the next place. ”

A faint voice spread, and everyone in Tianmen looked excited, and said loudly: "Yes!"

The onlookers hurriedly made way and watched Mo Li and the others walk by in awe.

The people of Tianmen proudly raised their heads and greeted the awe-inspiring eyes of the people around them, and from these eyes, they saw respect, envy, and fear.

It was something they had never been treated before, and today was the first time they had experienced it.

This is the deterrent power of the great forces, and this is the oppression brought about by strength.

They are very happy, very excited, and very grateful for their choice, joining Tianmen is the most correct choice they have made!

A strong sense of pride and belonging ferments in their hearts, they are Tianmen people!

Mo Li and the others left slowly, full of spirit, but the people of the Flying Eagle were in stark contrast to Mo Li and the others.

On the ground, dozens of figures lay horizontally and vertically, and the wailing continued.

The onlookers looked at the eagles with pity and shook their heads.

There was only one person out of the Heavenly Gate, and it was the Flying Eagle that was completely defeated.

Someone's eyelids jumped, and he looked at the people in Tianmen who were getting farther and farther away: "Just now, what Mo Li, the master of Tianmen, said, did you hear it, didn't I hear it wrong!"

Mo Li didn't hide what he said just now, so the people around him also heard it.

"I heard it too, he said to go to the next ......"

Everyone looked at each other and gasped.

"Isn't he just here to trouble the Flying Eagles!"

"He asked the eagle to roll to the first floor, but you see, the gate of heaven obviously didn't make the eagle's territory its own, that is, ......"

"Tianmen is not here! they still have a goal!"

Hiss!

Speaking of this, the people around him took another breath of cold air.

Sky Eagle, a force that is no longer weak in the second layer, is just the beginning, as if it was solved by Tianmen.

"Let's go, I can't wait to find out what's going to happen next!"

A group of people eating melons, full of excitement, followed behind Mo Li and the others' buttocks in a hurry.

At this time, the news of the defeat of the Heavenly Gate Flying Eagle was also like having wings, spreading in all directions.

Everyone who got the news was shocked.

The details of this battle are also known to everyone, Meng Bufan single-handedly beheaded the flying eagle, how not to be shocked.

And after Tianmen cut off the flying eagle, it did not stop, and it shocked many people.

"Tianmen is not simple this time!"

Such a sentence flashed through everyone's heart.

More and more people left the room and headed for the Heavenly Gate.

At this time, Mo Li and the others had stopped their steps again.

"Netherworld, Burning Moon. ”

Mo Li looked at the dozens of rooms in front of him with closed doors and said softly.

As the gate of heaven stopped, there were also those melon-eating people who followed, and their eyes flashed: "This is Yanyue, which is also a force that is not weak, and it also belongs to the Netherworld." ”

"Is it ......?"

Someone suddenly looked at Mo Li's side face, and his tone was vibrating: "He wants to overthrow all the Netherworld forces on the second layer!"

"This ...... Really!"

"Like, it's really possible!"

The relationship between the Heavenly Gate and the Netherworld is hostile, so it seems that it is not inappropriate for the Heavenly Gate to remove the Netherworld's wings first.

"Damn, big news!"

Anyone who thought of this was shocked.

At this time, Mo Li looked at the dozens of rooms with closed doors, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

His right foot slowly lifted and fell suddenly, but it landed lightly on the ground.

Airplanes!

Nothing happened under Mo Li's feet, but in front of Mo Li, the ground began to shake wildly.

Tiny cracks spread across the ground like an earthquake.

Fortunately, Mo Li controlled his strength, so the subtle cracks did not continue to expand.

But even then, enough is enough.

The dozens of houses shook suddenly, and the people who were cultivating or doing other things in them all noticed the abnormality and hurriedly left the room.

"Who is it, so bold to come to my hot moon to spread wild!"

Dozens of figures suddenly shot out, glaring angrily at the group of people blocking the door.

"Who the doesn't want to die, dare to come to Lao Tzu's territory to spread wild!"

A bald man burst out of the middle room and stopped in front of the people of Yanyue, his face full of coldness.

"Yanyuemen advocates Yan, right? ”

A faint voice fell into the bald man's ears, causing his eyes to freeze and his gaze to the person who spoke.

An extremely young and indifferent face met his eyes, but it made his face change.

"Don't leave!"

His eyes swept again, and the faces of Meng Bufan, Wang Fan and others were also quite impressive.

Thinking quickly in his mind, he knew that the comer was not good.

His voice was cold, and he looked at Mo Li coldly: "Mo Li, what do you mean!"

Mo Li sighed: "Why are you all asking the same question, can't you change the question?"

Zhang Yan frowned, what did Mo Li's words mean?

Just when he was confused, Mo Li said softly: "Brother Wang." ”

Wang Fan nodded and slowly walked out of the Tianmen queue.

"Come out, Zhang Yan. ”

Zhang Yan's eyes froze, and his gaze moved away from Mo Li's body and fell on Wang Fan.

He sneered: "Challenge me, I'm afraid that you Wang Fan is not qualified enough, and it is almost the same to let Mo leave!"

Wang Fan flicked his right hand, and a milky white spirit sword fell into his hand.

The whole body of this sword is milky white, and the sword body has a trace of jade luster, like a spirit sword made of milky jade.

And the faint aura on his body made Mo Li's eyes light up.

Spiritual Rank Artifact!

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, it seems that Brother Wang's harvest in the Sword Pavilion is not small.

The breath of this spirit sword has been completely mastered by Wang Fan, which means that Wang Fan has obtained it for a short time.

Before entering the Sword Pavilion, the spirit sword used by Wang Fan was still a mortal-level spirit sword, so this spirit sword must have been obtained by Wang Fan in the Sword Pavilion, and then it took more than two months to completely refine it.

Wang Fan sighed helplessly: "My identity as the master of Tianmen Gate, how can any cat and dog be compared, people, the value is self-knowledge, but some people are not like people, and they want to be dogs." ”

"Hahaha!"

Everyone in Tianmen laughed, and the onlookers almost laughed out loud, but they still held back, after all, if Zhang Yan remembered himself, it would be troublesome.

"Bastard, you ......"

Zhang Yan's face sank, and he was about to scold.

Airplanes!

A milky white light slash suddenly came in front of him.

His face was slightly condensed, Zhang Yan's right hand moved slightly, and the spirit sword was in his hand, and the sword light flashed, slashing on the milky white light slash.

The light slash split into two, flew past Zhang Yan's side, and slashed straight to the ground, blasting the ground into two large craters.

"Well, since you have to lose at my hands, then do as you wish!"

Wang Fan's blow obviously didn't move seriously, just to make a statement.

Today, you have to do it without making a move!

The red light on the spirit sword flashed, and Zhang Yan's feet erupted, and his figure suddenly turned into a red line and shot out.

Wang Fan's face suddenly calmed down, and he faintly looked at the red light that Zhang Yan had turned into, the milky white spirit sword in his right hand vibrate, and a warm and gentle aura emanated from Wang Fan's body.

The red light came to Wang Fan in an instant, and the surging fire spiritual power wrapped around the spirit sword, and suddenly slashed down, and the place where the sword light passed was scorching.

Wang Fan's face was still calm, the spirit sword slashed horizontally in an instant, the milky white light on the sword body skyrocketed, and the milky white spiritual power slash suddenly met the attack.

"Crush me!"

Zhang Yan snorted coldly, and the red light of the spirit sword in his hand skyrocketed, slashing on top of the milky white slash.

After a slight stalemate, the milky white spiritual power slash broke again.

With a sneer, Zhang Yan showed a trace of disdain on his face, he was also at the peak of the spiritual sea, Wang Fan was nothing more than that.

However, the next moment, his complexion changed drastically, and he turned around suddenly, and the aura on his body exploded.

Wang Fan didn't know when he had come behind him, and the spirit sword in his hand exuded a strong coercion, and the light was restrained.

His face was slightly pale, and he said lightly: "Throw bricks and lead jade." ”

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and the spirit sword in his hand without the slightest breath was slowly slashed down.

The aura of danger shrouded Zhang Yan's heart, this sword was not fast, he wanted to dodge this blow.

However, there was a strange feeling in his heart, this sword seemed to lock him, and he couldn't dodge!

The intuition in his heart was like this, he chose to believe, his eyes flashed, and he shouted: "Blazing!"

An orange flame suddenly rose from the spirit sword, fluttering rapidly, like a wave.

The waves of flame suddenly met the silent milky white spirit sword.

Airplanes!

The space shook slightly, and the milky white spirit sword stood still under the impact of the blazing waves.

"Extinguish!"

Wang Fan's eyes froze, and his face turned whiter.

The milky white spirit sword light suddenly bloomed, and the flame wave suddenly extinguished under the illumination of this milky white light.

Then, in Zhang Yan's shocked look, the milky white spirit sword gently fell on his neck.

The breath of death bloomed on his neck, and Zhang Yan didn't dare to move, cold sweat trickled.

The next moment, the milky white spirit sword disappeared, and Wang Fan struck Zhang Yan with a palm.

"Poof!"

Zhang Yan suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew out upside down, smashing in front of the terrified Yanyue people.

Zhang Yan, defeated!

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