This hug, Mo Yan deliberately used a lot of strength, and found that Mo Wuxian was nothing, and then increased his strength, Mo Wuxian was still nothing, and in the end, he used all the power of Emperor Wu, but he only found that Mo Wuxian was unconcerned about his white teeth.

Mo Wuxie's heart was warm, this feeling made him enjoy it very much, this is the brother.

"Good boy, what kind of cultivation is there now?" Mo Yan didn't test, but beat him on the chest and laughed.

Mo Wuxian slapped back at his chest and said with a smile: "Big brother, when you hold your sister-in-law, are you all such brute force? Be careful that your sister-in-law makes you kneel on the washboard!"

Mo Yan said: "Are you kid looking for itchy skin again? Even the eldest brother dares to joke! To be honest, what kind of cultivation is the peak of Emperor Wu?"

Mo Wuxian said: "Martial God!"

Mo Yan was speechless for a moment, and his mouth was wide open enough to put a dozen eggs in it, and he was surprised: "How is this possible?"

Mo Wuxian said: "Okay, don't be surprised, let's talk about business, what's wrong with Baishi City?"

Mo Yan's brows tightened again, and he said, "I don't know why, the demonic beasts attacked us like crazy, and went straight into our martial arts empire, and finally I led the demon suppression army to block them and drove them back to the forest." However, we are in a very bad situation now, we still have less than 100,000 defenders, and there are no reinforcements!"

Mo Wuxian thought for a moment and said, "Are you worried that you won't be able to keep it?"

Mo Yan nodded.

Mo Wuxian said: "But doesn't the empire still have 700,000 troops?

Mo Yan smiled bitterly, this younger brother had been away for more than two months, and he was unclear about the current situation of the Martial Arts Empire, so he had to tell the current situation bitterly. Finally, he said, "Why do you think Warcraft is so crazy?"

Mo Wuxian showed a wicked smile and said, "If I hadn't mispredicted, some of the kings of the Warcraft would have been killed, and the Demon Core had been snatched away! The king of the Warcraft was killed, which would naturally cause the hatred of the Warcraft, and it was necessary to know that some high-level Warcraft were also wise, and of course they would take revenge! Since they are coming for us humans." Then I can be sure that there are humans who have killed their king. Moreover, it is very likely to be a strong man in the Spirit Kingdom!"

His analysis was undoubtedly shocking, Mo Yan suddenly woke up, and said: "Does it mean that the people of the Spirit Kingdom want to let us worry about internal and external troubles and defeat us in one fell swoop?"

Mo Wuxian shook his head and nodded, "Yes yes or no, yes yes yes." They need a magic core to kill the demonic beasts, and the magic core is useless to us, but for the spirit kingdom, it is a weapon of war. By doing so, they will not only make us worry about internal and external troubles, but also make their strength unprecedentedly inflated!"

Mo Yan didn't know why his younger brother could speculate so many things, at this time, he analyzed the whole situation, and he couldn't help but be convinced of this analysis. He admired his brother's ability, but he couldn't figure out what the demon core meant to the spirit kingdom?

Mo Wuxian smiled evilly and said, "Big brother, show you something, you will understand!

They came out of the city, and two rows of generals and soldiers came out.

Mo Wuxian was very unaccustomed to the smell of the ground and the air, and felt the urge to vomit.

In the midst of everyone's stunned, there was a sudden rumble in the open space, and a behemoth appeared, which was the red-clothed cannon.

Mo Wuxian looked at everyone's expressions and knew that they didn't know this thing at all. But it's no wonder that he forgot to talk to his dad about the use of the red-coated cannon because of his recent hurry.

He took out a magic core and said, "Big brother, this is the magic core." This red-clothed cannon can transform the energy inside this magic core into a terrifying beam through the energy conversion device, this beam is infinitely powerful, it is a sharp weapon in war, and it can take anyone's life at will, including the Martial God Strong! Of course, if you want to take away the Martial God Strong, you need the magic core of the eighth-level Demonic Beast. And this red-coated cannon, for now, as far as I know, there is no fixed level of magic core that it can withstand!"

He placed the core into the barrel of the cannon, and then casually aimed it in front of him and pulled the bracket.

The red-coated cannon warmed up, the energy quickly converted, and then a red pillar of light shot out from the swarthy barrel.

The pillar of light was 100 meters long and blasted into a mound in front of it. Under the rumbling sound, the mound became a huge pit of 100 square meters, and red light waves rippled out in all directions.

The power of this cannon shocked everyone again, in this hundred-meter giant pit, all life will turn into dust, and that, the red light fluctuates, and life will definitely fly like ants and turn into ashes.

Everyone was short of breath and couldn't calm down for a long time.

Mo Yan's mouth was dry and he asked, "Are you the demon core of a seventh-level demonic beast?"

Mo Wuxian nodded and said, "If it's an eighth-level, I think that if one shot goes down, our White Rock City will collapse, with countless casualties!

Mo Yan calmed down and said, "Is this the reason why the people of the Spirit Kingdom need the Demon Core?"

Mo Wuxian nodded, and said, "This is just my speculation, whether this is the case or not, I need to enter the Warcraft Forest to investigate!"

Mo Yan immediately said: "The power of this red-clothed cannon is too powerful, if it is used in war, it will be an all-indestructible artifact." I'll immediately fix a copy of the book and tell my father, and besides, we need to go into the Warcraft Forest to investigate immediately!"

Mo Wuxian said: "Big brother, let me do this investigation, you still need to command the army." Without further ado, hurry up and go your separate ways!"

At this moment, the earth suddenly shook and rumbled.

They looked into the distance and saw a cloud of dust in the direction of the Demonic Beast Forest, blowing like a sandstorm.

Mo Yan was solemn and shouted: "The tide of demonic beasts is coming! Go back to the city to defend!"

He flew up to the city first, and the soldiers rushed into the city in a panic and sealed the gates.

Mo Wuxian took back the red-clothed cannon and put it on the city tower again.

Now, his cultivation has increased greatly, and teleporting the red-clothed cannon is as casual as teleporting a stick, without the slightest mental impact.

He was going to witness the power of the red-coated cannon on the battlefield.

The tide of Warcraft approached quickly, and everyone pinched a cold sweat.

On the castle tower, catapults are ready, and the soldiers hold their weapons, bows and arrows, crossbows, and rolling stones.

Mo Wuxian leisurely controlled the red-clothed cannon, facing ahead, just waiting for the approach of the demonic beast.

In the realm of the Phantom Heavenly Spirit, he had witnessed the terrifying demon wolf group, the white light group, but at this time, he knew that the demon wolf group was very different from the demon beast tide in front of him.

At this time, the tide of monsters is mixed, with wolf groups, rhinoceros groups, and huge mantis type groups...... In short, there are many types, not 100,000 but 80,000, like black waves surging in, where they pass, the dust covers the sky, and the earth trembles. Everything, under their might, seems small and thin.

Although these demonic beasts are low-level demonic beasts, the nature of demonic beasts is extremely cruel, and they are also cold-blooded and ruthless.

Once a low-level demonic beast is controlled by a high-level demonic beast and has a targeted attack, then it is a terrifying team, and humans cannot compete with it at all.

Everyone was very nervous, this wave of demonic beasts was stronger than ever, the largest amount, and the aura that erupted was even more terrifying.

Mo Yan looked coldly into the distance, showing the demeanor and calmness of a generation of white-robed generals.

The firing range of the redcoat cannon is certainly very long, and it is unmistakable to irradiate at a distance of thousands of kilometers, and its power is not reduced.

Therefore, when the tide of demonic beasts reached a thousand meters away, he pulled the trap of the red-clothed cannon.