In Ling Yun's opinion, if the two giant dragons in the sky were allowed to attack the enemy without accidents, then these evil cultivators would all be defeated. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But Ling Yun understands that the reality will not be so simple, because there is still an ink, and now the ink as an evil cultivator has not yet appeared, what he sees in the ink is a cold, evil feeling, and that evil feeling seems to be able to spread to the bottom of a person's heart.

The current Mo's face is not good-looking, because in the blink of an eye, those of his subordinates, that is, those evil cultivators, have been killed by these two fire dragons by thousands.

Evil cultivators, this is an existence that goes out and shakes his feet, and the enemy will be terrified, and now these evil cultivators are falling down one by one like wheat under the flames spewed out by these two fire dragons, how can this not make him feel cold.

When his heart was cold, Mo began to seal with both hands, and when he sealed, a powerful aura emanated from him.

The powerful aura was accompanied by black clouds, and the black clouds made the surrounding space have a sense of shadow.

As the ink and his hands were sealed, as the aura on his body became bigger and bigger, everyone's eyes were looking at his body.

Even the two huge fire dragons stopped attacking everyone, and these two fire dragons also looked at Mo, and in the eyes of the two fire dragons, there was curiosity, and there was a faint sense of jealousy in the curiosity.

Even if it was Ling Yun, when he was smoking a cigarette, the cigarette in his mouth was a meal, he understood that now this ink was about to start going crazy, and he was also looking forward to how awesome it would be when this ink went crazy.

Nie Fengyun also looked at the ink, his old eyes couldn't help narrowing, of course he hoped that when the ink broke out, he would not be as strong as him, but in his heart, there was also a little jealousy.

I saw that when Mo's two hands were quickly sealed, there seemed to be a special energy converging between his two hands, and with the convergence of that energy, the aura exuded from his whole body became stronger and stronger.

Everyone around, when their eyes were focused on the two hands of the ink seal, they all felt a strong sense of dizziness, and the dizziness made people almost fall down, and many monks hurriedly urged the cultivation to make the dizziness in the body disappear.

With the continuous sealing, a phantom gradually appeared behind the ink, at the beginning, it can only be seen that this phantom is very large, almost 10,000 zhang in size, I can't see the specific image of this phantom, I don't know what it is.

Although this phantom has not yet been completely formed, everyone can feel a strong aura from this phantom, and that strong aura is beyond the ability of ordinary people to resist.

When this phantom appeared, the powerful aura swept around, and this sweeping was a momentum, and the ground and dirt were constantly spreading to the sky in front of this momentum.

When this powerful momentum appeared, the surrounding monks, whether it was the Fengyun Academy or the evil cultivators of the Nine Pyloric Sect, many of them were urging their cultivators to stabilize their bodies standing on the ground.

Of course, at this critical moment, not all the monks had time to urge the cultivation, and some of the monks did not have time to urge the cultivation, so they were swept into the air by the powerful momentum at a height of thousands of meters, and then fell heavily.

Boom! Boom!

I only heard a strong loud noise, and these monks who had not had time to urge their cultivation were all slammed on the ground, and when they smashed on the ground, they all looked like they were all bloody and fleshy, and they looked like they were very evil, and they couldn't see the appearance of death clearly, which could be described as miserable.

In fact, if an ordinary monk is swept to a height of several thousand meters and then falls, he will not die, because the monk himself can resist the magic weapon, or adjust his weight, and adjust his weight to be as light as a feather.

However, it was all because the black phantom that was conjured up behind Mo was too powerful, and this strong momentum made it difficult for many monks to breathe, not to mention that these monks who were swept up to the sky were affected by a strong fear in their hearts.

Indeed, many times, if a person's most important heart is frightened by fear, then it forgets what is the right way to face danger.

Because the way they chose was wrong, these monks were destined to die, and among these dead monks, there were evil cultivators, and there were also monks from Fengyun Academy.

The whole scene is now tense and tense.

As the ink hands continued to seal, the phantom behind him became more and more condensed, and as the phantom behind him became more and more condensed, the aura emitted by the phantom became more and more powerful, and the dust around him was more and more, even those rocks that were tens of meters tall were blown into the air.

Many monks, in the face of this strong momentum, they all bowed slightly, and while bowing, they also urged their cultivation to prevent themselves from being blown away by that powerful momentum.

At the same time, many monks inserted the magic weapon into the ground, and when the magic weapon was inserted into the ground, they held the magic weapon with both hands, as if they were holding their own old life, for fear that their bodies would be blown away.

The whole battlefield can be described as funny and tense.

Of course, Ling Yun was not as embarrassed as these monks now, because in front of him, there was a stone stele, and on the current stone stele, a strong white light emanated, and that white light covered the surrounding several meters, and within the range of these few meters, it was not affected by the aura emanating from Na Mo's body at all.

Ling Yun's gaze was just fixed on the huge phantom behind Mo, he wanted to see what this phantom would eventually change into, he understood that as this phantom became more and more condensed, it would be unusual.

Time kept passing, and as Mo's hands continued to seal, the phantom behind him was also a person who could see the general outline clearly.

When they saw the outline of this phantom clearly, many monks couldn't help but be frightened, and many of those evil cultivators also showed a very surprised expression, and in the surprised expression, there was joy.

"This is the door master's greatest summoning technique, the god of death? I've only heard of it before, but today I finally saw it, this is really a fortunate thing for three lives. ”

"As soon as the Grim Reaper comes out, it is simply devastating, these monks of Fengyun Academy are just scum. ”

"Haha, I seem to have seen that these monks of the Wind and Cloud Academy have turned into remnants under the scythe of death, and it will be very exciting at that time. ”

"It's so perfect, so enjoyable, it's really exciting. ”......

The current evil cultivators have regained their previous momentum, and the corners of many of their mouths are full of smirks. (To be continued.) )