Seeing the clear stream flowing again, Yan Mo couldn't give birth to any quiet and elegant expression in his heart, and just wanted to cry happily.

No matter how the divine master has no attack power, his mana is always not an ornament, and the old woman's crutch directly knocked on the back of his heart, how can it be so easy to suffer.

Yan Mo was a mid-stage powerhouse who could step into the ranks of great cultivators at any time, but it was the word "anytime" that suppressed him for nearly three hundred years.

Three hundred years of suffering, three hundred years of anticipation, three hundred years of waiting, and finally making the decision that made him difficult to turn back were all because of those two words.

Well, now that Yan Huihui didn't know when the ban on his body broke out, forcing Yan Mo to take the old woman's crutch with his body, he knew in his heart that he had finally been liberated, and he no longer had to worry about those two words.

The reason is that he has lost the opportunity to advance forever.

Not only that, but he was so injured that he couldn't be injured anymore, and he almost collapsed physically, leaving the pseudo-Yuan Infant who was also badly injured and dying.

It is said that it is false because there is still an unresolvable liliang in his body, constantly attacking Yuanying, trying to destroy it invisibly.

is still the same sentence, the rank gap is like a moat, a great monk is a great monk, not even a supernatural power, and it is not an existence that can be easily provoked.

After being beaten into the air, Yan Mo was not lost, but became extremely sober, and he was like a sinner who had been reborn when his obsession was eliminated, and he thought a lot in an instant.

He thought of his past, of his master, of the many dead clansmen, and of the bloody scene of the Battle of Arrival.

The blood has not yet been vomited, and Yan Mo's tears are majestic.

In despair, he made a move that no one expected: Run!

endured the pain in his body, let go of his hatred for Yan Huihui, and didn't care what others thought of him. He left everything on the battlefield behind, turned around and ran.

At this time, Yan Mo only had one thought left, to find Yan Mu, take him out of this place, hide in a corner that no one knows, and spend the rest of his life in peace.

Even Yan Huihui didn't know. Yan Mu is actually Yan Mo's younger brother, Yan Mu has always had different opinions on this rebellion, and has persuaded him several times not to do this. However, at that time, Yan Mo thought that his younger brother's path had ended, so he naturally had no courage to compete for power, so he was willing to listen to him.

Now it's okay, Yan Mo misses Yan Mu more than ever, and wants to see him sooner than ever and leave together.

This shijie is big. There are places where they can live, they are masters of the Yuan Infant Stage, and they also have the power to protect themselves inside the dangerous Demon Hunting Forest.

Running wildly all the way, when passing by this familiar stream and finding those traces left by the previous battle, Yan Mo felt something in his heart, barely pressed down, and his injuries suddenly exploded, and he suddenly sat down on the ground.

Almost at the same time. He suddenly had a strange feeling, as if his brother was beckoning in front of him. It's like calling him to hurry up and join him.

"Kogi, is that you?"

"It's not me, who is Xiaomu?"

The answer of the person who came made Yan Mo incomprehensible, but a piece of his heart seemed to have been dug out by a knife, and there were bursts of sharp pain.

Strangely, Yan Mo, who was in pain, felt that he was extraordinarily awake, and his eyes looked straight at the people who came over. said: "Xiaomu is my younger brother, have you seen him?"

The visitor thought seriously for a moment and asked, "Is it Yanmu?"

Yan Mo said in a surprised voice: "It's him, do you know where he is?"

The visitor replied in the affirmative and asked, "Do you want to see him?"

Yan Mo said with a sad face: "I'm injured. Can you get him to come to me?"

The man shook his head and said, "You can only go to see him." ”

Yan Mo said helplessly: "Okay then, are you willing to take me there?"

The person who came nodded, stretched out his hand and said, "Grab me, I'll send you over." ”

"Uh...... Xiexie, you ......" Yan Mo's eyes showed a hint of struggle, and finally reached out and held the hand of the person who came.

He held one of the hands of the person who came, and he couldn't hold the other one, his heart suddenly cooled, Yan Mo's eyes suddenly flashed clear, and quickly dimmed.

"You ......" heart was pinched alive, and the vitality was lost too quickly and too quickly, and Yan Mo died before he could say a complete sentence.

"I didn't break my promise, Yanmu is waiting for you in front. Thirteen Lang withdrew his palm, his eyes were sharp and mixed with a hint of doubt, and he secretly frowned.

"Seven emotions can't have such power, what kind of supernatural power did he get, and his mind was lost to such an extent?"

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"Sword slave, break it for me!"

With a click, the flying sword that was difficult to recover was broken into two, Yan Huihui opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood, in exchange for the clarity of his heart in an instant, he pinched the broken sword in his left hand and held the broken sword in his right hand, and slashed thirty-seven swords in a row around like lightning, and the sword was like a mountain.

"You crazy woman, you know that this seat will not kill you first, deliberately delaying time with the lives of your clansmen, you are so vicious!"

"Vicious, how can the old body compare to you!" the old woman replied sharply.

The stormy attack descended at this time, and the old woman's magic was broken, and her already old face was even more decayed, and there was no trace of blood. She gritted her teeth and slapped her wrist, took off the huge bracelet made of hundreds of bracelets, and waved her hand towards Yan Huihui.

"Click, God!" Yan Huihui let out a scream-like roar, his sword dancing wildly in his palm, his face twitching, as if he had fallen into madness.

Divine master, in fact, is a sad existence, except for divine magic, they can hardly use decent magical spells, and even magic weapons can't be controlled;

"It's not a divine blessing, it's just a blessing from the one hundred and forty-seven tribes that I have gathered, the old man wants to see how you can destroy me!"

"Old immortal thing, I'll kill you!"

Yan Huihui felt the pressure like the sky descending, his face was as pale as paper, and he swung his sword and slashed.

At this time, a thin and thin figure appeared in front of him, shouting at him with a familiar anger that could not be more familiar, a little unfamiliar contempt and shame.

"You're going to kill me!"

"Miss!" Yan Buli shouted in panic, her voice revealing horror.

"Senior sister......" Yan Huihui's expression was slightly flustered. The arm twitched uncontrollably, and before he knew it, he slowed down by half a beat, crooked a little.

In the next second, countless divine powers converged together, making a sound that shook the heavens and the earth, and three consecutive circles of ripples reverberate. The remnants of the demon spirits in the valley were swept away, and the guards and demons who were thousands of kilometers away from the core of the outbreak were swept up by the impact and buried in the soil like fallen leaves, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Several figures flew in all directions, thousands of demon souls turned into ashes, and Yamu spat blood all the way, and his heart continued to wail.

"Even the chick is so desperate, is it crazy? If you want to be ruthless, let the young master accompany you. I can't bear it!"

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Chaos has never been so messy.

Thousands of meters of waterfalls pour down, and the water poured down is like a torrent hanging upside down, and its potential is beyond the description of pen and ink.

The ultimate movement is stillness, it is like a completely static river, erected vertically in front of the magnetic mountain, and like a veil covering the face, hiding the girl's dreams in it, blocking countless peeping eyes.

The water curtain is thick and unfathomable. If the immortal is free, he will cut it out at any time and weigh it. The weight of the water flow is calculated in 10,000 tons, plus the impact generated by the fall from a high altitude, it is like a heavenly might.

However, today, the Chaos Demon Waterfall, which has been peaceful for 10,000 years, has lost its peace and has become the object of abuse.

Three ripples came one after another, like three fast and heavy knives. Cut off the flying dragon and cut deep into the belly of the mountain. The curtain of water that swooped down with a huge amount of energy was cut off, and then exploded like a flood of slurry erupting underground, scattering in all directions.

The water flow above was still falling, blocked by the invisible and furious Liliang. It collided with the jet of water below, forming an even more violent impact.

Boom! Boom!

Three collisions in a row, each more dull and one more violent, the water droplets burst into the tiniest particles after shooting at each other, and then there were continuous collisions until they turned into water vapor and even nothingness.

In an instant, a white mist covering thousands of meters rose, the surrounding trees were completely destroyed, and the waterhole below seemed to have been hit by a meteorite from outside the sky, sinking three feet alive.

In the white mist, which was invisible to the eye, the waterfall looked like a dragon that had been completely enraged, and the sound of violent impact echoed in the valley for a long time. Until the rain and fog cleared and people looked at the waterfall that had been restored to its original state, they found that the waterhole was still not filled, so that the river flowing down the river flowed back and replenished it with the white dragon.

It's like healing for it.

A few red fish were sent off into the distance by the splashing water, still bouncing and struggling when they landed, their mouths opening and closing as if to ask who had caused the disaster.

The fish were extremely lucky to escape the shooting of the current, and thus escaped, but they had to endure the fate of life and thirst.

Under one blow, even heaven and earth will be harmed, this is the liliang of the great monk.

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As a person of the level next to the strongest monk in the world, the combat power of the great monk is the most difficult to estimate, and it is difficult to give an accurate division and boundary; they initially control the power of heaven and earth, rather than just passively receiving it like a low-level monk, the strongest of them, vaguely groping the rules of shijie, a single thought may have great damage.

You can kill people at a glance, and you can get hurt when you think about it, this is the most terrifying thing about the god monk, if the great monk can open up this road and break through the way, he will become the supreme in the world.

Not every great monk can reach it, strictly speaking, only a very small number of people have the opportunity to reach the edge of that level; in extreme cases, the weak among the great monks not only fail to comprehend the artistic conception, but are lost because of the spirit, and then get lost in the vast sea of mind, and forever lose the opportunity to reach the other side.

Historically, the Great Monk was the most susceptible to demons, and the reason is that the demons here are not the demons of the spirit demons, but the complete loss of humanity and the fact that they have become real demons.

There are also some people, such as special monks like the old woman, who are not good at fighting, although the cultivation is a standard great monk's cultivation, but the combat power may not even be as good as that of ordinary Yuan Infants. Take Yan Mo as an example, let him fight with the old woman in his heyday, and the victory or defeat is still between life and death.

However, even by the strictest standards, this collision that occurred in the Chaotic Demon Waterfall Valley was definitely beyond the limit that the Great Cultivator could reach, and the power was close to that of the Avatar.

After the collision, the scene was a mess.

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...... (To be continued.) )