The Zhenshan Sword was infused with all of Zhou Feihong's true qi, and it shone as if it had eaten the Ten Great Tonic Pills, and the energy fluctuations that were enough to sweep out the mountains swept out, condensing into mountains in mid-air, connecting into a piece, thousands of mountains and mountains, such as the Ancient Divine Mountain, suppressing demons and suppressing them towards Mo Yan.

"I'm for the Enma, slaughter all the gods and Buddhas!"

Mo Yan's eyes froze, and he felt the pressure, but he didn't rely on the speed of the ghost flash to dodge, but planned to take this move hard.

He wanted to break through his strength and strength with strength, not only to defeat Zhou Feihong physically, but also to defeat him spiritually, planting the seeds of failure in his heart, and never daring to go against himself again.

"Mighty ......"

"Martial ......"

A vast and incomparable majestic voice faintly sounded on the competition platform, like a little ghost who had committed a crime on the interrogation of the Hell Hades, and a phantom of the Enma emerged from the fist of the ink corpse, with the incomparable power of the emperor, and slammed into the tens of millions of mountains that attacked.

The suppression of those mountains was suddenly slightly stunned by the impact, and Mo Yan waved his fists, opening and closing, domineering and boundless, like the ancient gods, chiseling the mountains, shattering the mountains, and opening up a vast plain to protect hundreds of millions of people.

Although Mo Yan was shocked by the power of thousands of mountains, his blood floated, and the bones in his body clicked, but he did not retreat, but became more and more courageous, and in a few breaths, he actually broke through the siege of the mountains, like an invincible king, descended in front of Zhou Feihong, and one palm, which seemed to have the power to capture the sun and the moon, pressed his head.

Boom!

Zhou Feihong burst out the true qi of his whole body, but he still couldn't resist the ferocity of Mo Yan, and he himself lost the ability to resist.

The palm of the ink corpse, like the hand of the heavens, suppressed the evil demons, and with one blow, even if it was the dark iron gold essence, indestructible, it could not resist his violent power.

"Zhenshan Sword!"

Zhou Feihong's face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he had no choice but to muster up his last strength and raise the Zhenshan Sword, hoping that this low-grade spiritual weapon could temporarily resist the ferocity of Mo Yan, and then he immediately admit defeat, so as not to encounter a poisonous hand.

However, although the Zhenshan Sword is powerful, it is not supported by true qi, just like a tiger that has lost its teeth, and its strength has lost ninety percent of its strength, at best, it is just a very sharp and strong divine weapon.

"Zhou Feihong, aren't you going to beat me to death? Today, I'm going to abolish you! Make you no longer able to cultivate, become a waste, a waste, you know?"

Mo Yan made an incomparably fierce sound, pressed his palm, and spit out with great force, Zhenshan Sword only lasted for one breath, and then he screamed, flew out, broke into two, and inserted it into the ground.

A low-grade spiritual weapon was destroyed like this, and it was scrapped by Mo Yansheng.

"No, I recognize ......" Seeing this, Zhou Fei was terrified, his body was like chaff, but before the word "lose" could be spoken, he was grabbed by Mo Yan's neck and lifted up.

"Admit what?" Mo Yan smiled coldly: "I said that I wouldn't let you have a chance to admit defeat, it will definitely make you unable to admit defeat, now you will lie down obediently for me and become a waste!"

As he spoke, the true qi in Mo Yan's hand gushed out, and he was about to rush into Zhou Feihong's body, destroying all his dantian meridians and becoming a waste.

"Stop!"

At this moment, a cloud of light suddenly attacked, dazzling, like the scorching sun in the sky, the wind and thunder roared, the sky and the earth changed color, carrying the power of the Emperor of the Emperor, with just one blow, the ink was shaken open, and the mouth spurted blood, especially grabbing Zhou Feihong's right hand, which exploded in an instant, the skin and flesh were opened, and the bones were shattered.

"Senior Brother Bai Lingyun!"

"It's Senior Brother Bai Lingyun's voice!"

"Senior Brother Bai Lingyun actually appeared!"

......

Suddenly, a myriad of voices rang out.

This voice came from hundreds of thousands of inner and outer disciples, core disciples, and almost all of them stood up at once, their faces full of enthusiasm and excitement, as if the person who appeared was a god descending from heaven and an immortal in the dust, and wanted to bow down to it.

Bai Lingyun, the first true disciple of the White Lotus Sect, actually interfered with the progress of the Hidden Dragon List Ranking Tournament at this time, and brazenly attacked, injured Mo Yan, and rescued Zhou Feihong.

"What, Bai Lingyun is here!" On the Qianlong Stage, all the core elders and true disciples stood up, and everyone's faces changed drastically, not knowing how to stop them.

Because although Bai Lingyun is only a master at the peak of the Outer Release Realm, his real strength is stronger than the core elder of the Pictographic Realm, it can be said that in the White Lotus Sect, except for Bai Zhantian, no one can restrain Bai Lingyun, and Bai Zhantian is still Bai Lingyun's father, and this relationship is in it, which makes the core elder who presided over the competition not know what to do.

"It's so strong, is Bai Lingyun finally going to attack me?" Mo Yan ran the "Book of Death", communicated with the coffin lamp in the sea of knowledge, and immediately shot out a gray light from it, disintegrating all the power that had entered his body, "This cloud qi seems to be sent out by Bai Lingyun at will, and it actually made my body almost collapse." ”

His gaze was firmly fixed on the direction of White Lotus Peak.

Rumble!

An overwhelming force, descending from above, countless white clouds swept out, in that white cloud, a tall and straight body, stepping out of it, behind it, there is a pair of ten zhang long white wings, gently fanning, it seems to be condensed by the clouds in the sky.

"Pictogram Realm!"

All the core elders roared in unison, even Lan Caixing and Chi Tianxing's faces changed drastically, their bodies trembled involuntarily, and they felt the terrifying coercion, which came from the suppression of strength, and in their hearts, it was like falling into an ice cave, and the cold air was permeated, knowing that once Bai Lingyun broke through to the pictographic realm, he would be the deputy head of the sect, the only heir to the position of the head of the sect, and they would never have a chance again.

Bai Lingyun actually broke through to the pictographic realm at this time and became a world-beating powerhouse, his true qi was ever-changing, flexible and changeable, and had unrivaled power.

And this person seems to have a special physique, the whole person is like a fairy in the dust, countless clouds surround his body, and there is an auspicious cloud under his feet, it seems that above the nine heavens, all the clouds have to obey his orders.

"Elders, hello junior brother. Bai Lingyun smiled and bowed to the people around him, gentle and elegant, giving people a feeling like a spring breeze, but Mo Yan did not feel the slightest warmth, on the contrary, one of his hearts had fallen to the bottom of the abyss.

Sure enough, without waiting for those elders and disciples to return the salute, Bai Lingyun suddenly looked down at Mo Yan and said lightly: "Your name is Mo Yan, right? At such a young age, why are you so vicious? Obviously he has already won, but he has killed them all, and he killed his fellow senior brothers, what is the reason?"

As soon as the word "say" came out, the others around him didn't feel anything, but Mo Yan trembled his spine and almost knelt on the ground.

If it weren't for his desperate fate to turn the "Book of Death", coupled with the fact that the coffin lamp bloomed with Dao brilliance, covering the entire sea of knowledge, and was not oppressed by will, he might immediately vomit blood and crawl on the ground.