"Senior brother, wait, this person dares to stand here in a grand manner, he must have something to rely on. ”

Wang Kunlun saw that Zhao Wuji couldn't suppress the hatred in his heart, so he was about to make a move, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.

"Dependence, naturally, there is. Mo Yan laughed and looked at the three of them with contemptuous eyes, "In my eyes, you three are waste, weaker than ants!

"Look for death!"

"Bold!"

"Presumptuous!"

This time, even Wu Mingkong and Wang Kunlun couldn't stand it, they were the pride of the sky, peerless geniuses, super powerhouses in the Yin and Yang Realm, admired by thousands of people in Penglai Immortal Sect, and were cultivated as the next head, but now, some people actually said that they were ants, and the contempt and contempt on their faces were not at all like pretending, but really looked down on them.

The clay figure still has three points of fire, let alone these three people?

At that moment, Wu Mingkong, who had the highest cultivation, shouted: "Senior Brother Zhao, this kid is really arrogant, you kill him quickly, and Senior Brother Wang and I will suppress the formation for you!"

"That's right, junior brother, let's do it, I've seen arrogance, but I've never seen such arrogance, seeing his appearance, I get angry!" Wang Kunlun stared at Mo Yan like a poisonous snake, eager to pounce on him and bite it hard.

"Okay, to deal with this arrogant brute, you don't need two senior brothers, I am enough for one person. ”

Zao Wou-Ki smiled fiercely, his hands were clenched, the holy light surged, and the whole person was suspended, as if it had turned into a great sun in the sky, and endless light shot out from him, and the shining heaven and earth were blazing.

Penglai Immortal Sect's Zhen Sect's peerless "Holy Light Xuangong" is a high-level martial arts at the ground level, and Zhao Wouji, as a body of light, cultivates this technique to complement each other and is a perfect match, and this person does not know how many years he has been immersed in this exercise, and he has already cultivated it to the point of perfection.

At this time, when he made a move, it was really a white man, the sky and the earth were bright, and there was no dark place, it seemed that Zao Wou-Ki was the god of light walking in the world, bringing bright hope to all beings.

"Endless Holy Light, drive away darkness, purify evil, and cleanse the universe!"

Zao Wou-Ki stretched out one hand, and with a finger from afar, a pillar of light shot out from the sky, like a dragon of light, roaring and roaring, shaking the heavens and the earth, and the surrounding aura was all driven, as if the angry sea was raging, surging.

Bai Li, who was standing behind Mo Yan, shook his body and was actually unstable on his feet, and the thin man fell to the ground at once, rolling around like a gourd, but he was protected by Mo Yan's enchantment.

Even in the face of such an attack, he has spare energy to take care of others.

"In this world, where there is justice, there will be evil, and there will be light, and there will be darkness! This is the great road, which is divided into two poles, one yin and one yang, with a delicate balance. So even in the brightest place, there will be unknown darkness, you strive to make the heavens and the earth bright, the slightest detail, first of all, it is already wrong, let me teach you, what is martial arts, what is Taoism?"

Mo Yan's body shook, black qi surged, hell was originally full of darkness and death, although his true qi attribute is the power of death, but it also has the characteristics of darkness, such as the Enma Fist, which is a completely black color, such as nightfall, extremely black and extremely dark.

"Enma Hell, Dark Demon Fist!"

In the face of Zao Wou-ki's power of light, Mo Yan actually comprehended something new, and one move and one style were no longer limited to the "Book of Death", but integrated his own comprehension and insights into it, creating a new martial art, the Dark Demon Fist.

This set of fist techniques seems to be more powerful than the Enma Fist, and between the performances, boundless darkness gushes out from the earth under the feet of the ink corpse, like a flood, and like a tide, mighty, unstoppable, and has the potential to sweep the heavens and the earth.

The darkness, pitch black and deep, without any light, like the abyss underground, the valley of burial, was really like a long night, and a blow came, knocking Zao Wou-ki's dragon of light backwards and exploding.

"What is this?

Zao Wou-ki's face changed, his hands intertwined, and he was about to perform a peerless trick again, but how could Mo Yan give him this opportunity?

The wings of the blood bat flapped slightly, almost a thousandth of an instant, and Mo Yan appeared in front of Zao Wou-ki, face to face, close to him, so close that he almost screamed in fright, but before he could open his mouth, Mo Yan pinched his neck and lifted him up.

Bang bang!

Zao Wou-ki's two legs kicked wildly, but to Mo Yan, it was like tickling, the dual defense formed by his Vajra incorruptible body and Enma's golden body was comparable to the best treasure weapon, and only an immortal weapon could cause him harm.

"Uh-uh......"

Zao Wou-ki's face turned red, his hands grabbed Mo Yan's wrists, and struggled hard, but it was like a grasshopper shaking a tree, it had no effect, and this only happened for a moment, and it was only then that Wu Mingkong and Wang Kunlun saw that Zhao Wou-Ki was grabbed by Mo Yan's neck and lifted in mid-air like a duck, and they were immediately shocked and angry.

"Let go of my junior brother and spare your life!"

"Shaft, dare?"

Wu Mingkong and Wang Kunlun attacked from left to right, and the two of them seemed to be incarnated into a comet trajectory, dragging a long tail of light, and hitting Mo Yan with the momentum of a meteor falling.

The space shook, shattered everywhere, and the two of them joined forces to strike, and they were no less than the peerless powerhouses of the Borrowing Heaven Realm, but Mo Yan's face remained unchanged, and he shook his head slightly: "It's useless, your Holy Light Xuangong is restrained by my Dark Demon Fist, unless you really break through to the Borrowing Heaven Realm and can use the aura of heaven and earth, you are definitely not my opponent." ”

Bang!

Mo Yan jumped up, condescending, like a demon god, stomped his feet, surging with strength, and actually used his feet to cast the dark demon fist, giving full play to the mystery of the pictographic realm.

"Heavenly Divine Fist!"

Wu Mingkong's face changed, and he noticed that Mo Yan's attack was like a mountain, like an abyss and a sea, almost unmatched, and he immediately knew that this arrogant man had no bounds, and he had the ability to be arrogant.

Almost without any hesitation, he unleashed the Heavenly Divine Fist in the Holy Light Xuangong, and between the strength of the fist, a Heavenly Phantom emerged, which was surrounded by many gods, shouting and roaring, practicing martial arts, and actually played the Heavenly Divine Fist, which cooperated with the fist strength to resist the Dark Demon Fist.

"Holy Light Xuanzhang!"

Wang Kunlun shouted angrily, slapped his palm, and the palm gushed out, like the sun coming, the moon rising in the east, the light was brilliant, incomparable.

The holy light emitted had a strong smell of destroying evil spirits, but in the face of the Dark Demon Fist, it was defeated and even slightly darkened, and there was a tendency to be polluted and degenerate into the clutches of black light.