The battle situation was beyond everyone's expectations, Mo Zhizhi raised his sword and fell, like an ancient demon god, slashing the nine terrifying war corpses one by one, and the nine demon war corpses that had been famous in the cultivation world for hundreds of years have since become synonymous with history. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just incredible, it feels unreal.

It took quite a while for all the spectators to completely boil over.

In the world of monks, strength is respected, and Mo Mingzhi slashed the corpse of the Nine Demons in the cultivation world outside the Megatron Fang for hundreds of years, which immediately made the blood of everyone present boil, and everyone watching the battle was excited and excited.

The younger generation of monks was even more fanatical, and many young monks cheered and shouted, and for a time the crowd was full of noise and noise to the extreme.

However, at this time, the killing intent in Mo Mingming's heart was still surging, not half a minute, his face was expressionless, his eyes were full of cold light, his steps were firm and powerful, and he was heading towards Du Si, his body was mottled with blood, shrouded in a raging golden divine fire, and there were clusters of black mist beating nearby, and the terrifying power was like a tide surging forward, at this moment, Mo Mingzhi was like a Shura who came to him bathed in blood rain, which made people tremble.

Du Si felt a chill in his heart, the Nine Evil Battle Corpse was a powerful ancient corpse that the Corpse God Dao Elder temporarily handed over to him to control, but he didn't expect that all of them would die in a few breaths, which made him have what qualifications and courage to continue to fight with Mo Mingming, he retreated to the rear in panic.

It's just that he still has a hint of luck in his heart, because when he thinks about it, in front of everyone, he lowers his arrogant head and admits defeat to a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, which is simply a great shame in his life, once he personally says the three words 'I admit defeat', it will inevitably become a joke in the cultivation world in the future, and he is expecting that the people of the Corpse God Dao will come forward to intercept Mo Mingming.

However, the result of Mo Mingming's killing of the Nine Evil War Corpses just now was too surprising, and the Corpse God Dao people had not yet recovered from the shock, and for a while, no one stood up to resolve this embarrassing situation for Du Si.

Mo Mingming's eyes showed a cold glow, taking advantage of your illness to kill you, he made up his mind to kill, and when the vast majority of the corpse god dao were in a trance, he rushed over as fast as lightning.

Du Si was shocked and hurriedly retreated, and the nearby Corpse God Dao disciples saw the murderous Mo Mingzhi rushing over, and also subconsciously followed and retreated, only one of the Drought Devils stood still in place.

This Drought Devil is the terrifying ancient corpse that was once controlled by the Corpse God Dao Elder to deter other monks, because the Corpse God Dao Elder was still immersed in the unbelievable facts, and was a little careless and negligent in the control of the Drought Fish, and now this ancient corpse remained motionless in place like a clay sculpture and wood carving, and it was simply a docile little sheep.

At this moment, those elders in the distance woke up and said anxiously: "Don't retreat, intercept him!"

Mo Mingming smiled coldly, to this point he was too lazy to deal with the corpse god Dao people, the golden blood rose to the sky, a pair of hands of golden light, indestructible, in an instant, this fierce and mighty drought was torn apart, and the blood rain flew, staining the ground red.

Seeing this scene, the people watching the battle were even more excited, and no one did not cheer and shout, and the people of the Corpse God Dao were so depressed that they almost vomited blood, this is a drought fish with infinite potential!

It was even more powerful than the Nine Evil War Corpses, and it was killed by Mo Mingzhi effortlessly.

Mo Mingming didn't stop there, sneered, and strode forward, his gaze condensed on the thunder corpse entwined with thunder and lightning.

Seeing Mo Mingming's appearance like a mad demon, the elder of the Corpse God Dao trembled with anger, where did this evil god come from, could it be the nemesis of the Corpse God Dao?

Feeling the panicked and angry mood fluctuations of the corpse god dao, Mo Mingzhi raised his head to the sky and roared, his voice was extremely cold, he had only one thought in his heart, to kill the corpse god dao up and down, and let Xiao Qi rest in peace.

Although his current strength is insignificant, and he can't shake the ancient Dao system 'Corpse God Dao' that has been inherited for a long time, there is still a way to make the Corpse God Dao lose face in front of the eyes of the world's heroes.

"Xiaoqi...... I'll let out this evil breath for you now, one day I will completely destroy the corpse gods, this revenge is not sworn by people, I will definitely avenge you. Tears flowed silently down his cheeks, and Mo Mingming's eyes revealed endless killing intent, almost condensed into substance, flashing a cold light in the void, making people tremble.

At this moment, Mo Zhizhi simply turned into a hellish demon, the breath on his body was cold and piercing, and in a trance, the spectators saw a stone door that reached the sky behind him, immortal, and there was an endless black wind blowing out inside, faintly, you can see the mournful Buddha, the crazy immortals, and the fearful gods and demons, as if time and space were disordered, showing a scene from endless years ago, revealing an indescribable demon.

Then, this demonic picture was fleeting, as if it had never appeared, and when everyone looked at it carefully, there was still a stone gate to heaven behind Mo Mingming, and his body was still shrouded in the burning golden divine fire, and there was only a black mist around the surface of his body.

However, at this time, Mo Mingming's body did exude an unfathomable aura, and some weaker monks even felt that there was a momentum in him that looked down on the world, and the inexplicable sense of oppression made people want to suffocate.

Indeed, at this moment, many people's hearts couldn't help but tremble, feeling that the person standing in the venue seemed to have turned into a demon shadow standing up to the sky, which made people feel frightened and cold air ran down their spines.

Mo Mingzhi glanced at the corpse god dao people with an expressionless face, and the golden blood qi all over his body burst out, turning into a golden lightning, rushing towards the strange corpse entwined with thunder and lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he approached five or six meters away from the thunder corpse.

One of the elders in the Corpse God Dao hurriedly let out a piercing scream, and quickly controlled the thunder corpse to rise into the sky, hiding far away.

Seeing this, Mo Mingming showed a touch of regret, but he didn't stop, his body shook, and he rushed towards Du Si, murderous, with a posture of wanting to kill like crazy.

At this moment, the scene fell into chaos, the elders of the Corpse God Dao were trembling in the back, and the disciples in front were dodging in panic, and they were in a mess.

The ancient Taoist system 'Corpse God Dao', which has been inherited for a long time, was embarrassed by a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy and lost face in front of the world's heroes, which is really too absurd. (To be continued.) )