General Feng and General Duan felt the aftermath of the catastrophe, wiped their sweat vigorously, and later saw that Mo Qi was so worried, they couldn't help but be infected, and looked at the far-reaching sky: "Perhaps, it's time to abandon the rift between people, gods, demons, natives, and demons, and unite with the enemy to the outside world, so that it is possible to kill foreign enemies." ”

Mochi gave a thumbs up: "Insightful." ”

At this moment, there was a wave of abnormal movement in the air, as if a powerful and sharp weapon broke through the layers of space, tearing the air to pieces, and the entire space trembled.

Several people were shocked at the same time, this kind of momentum is definitely not something that ordinary people can exude.

Everyone looked around for a while, looking for uninvited guests.

Mochi kept his eyes on him.

At this moment, a few feet away in front of him, a section of air gradually became thicker, like a pale painting, gradually painted black, and a black figure appeared, like a relief carved in the air.

The outline of the black figure is very clear, the clothes on the body are black, and every inch of skin is also black, and the black skin has countless lines, dividing his skin, as if it is made of countless irregularly shaped pieces of flesh.

However, the spliced pieces, said to be pieces of meat, were actually preconceived, and Mo Qi looked at it carefully, not like meat, but like a mass of liquid, still shaking leisurely.

His eyes don't have the whites of his eyes or eyeballs, they're just a complete black patch.

Therefore, whether the person in front of him is a human being or not is a very confusing thing.

But the appearance outlined by his facial contours gives people a sense of déjà vu.

But the dead air exuded from his body made people feel very unfamiliar.

Mo Qi was racking his brains to think about where he had seen him, when Xiang Lan came out of nowhere, and suddenly rushed towards the black shadow, crying: "Ah Sheng, is it you?" How did you become like this? ”

Mo Qi took a closer look, it was Dugu Sheng, and it was indeed Dugu Sheng.

At this time, Dugu Sheng saw Xiang Lan rushing over, and flew out in annoyance, kicking Xiang Lan away.

Xiang Lan struggled weakly and couldn't get up.

The force of that kick almost killed her.

The irregular skin on Dugu Sheng's body fluctuated, as if it was about to flow out, and Mo Qi suddenly felt familiar.

Murong Yanran said, "Do you think they look like that kind of thing?" ”

Mo Qi also reacted instantly, a bit like something that someone who was controlled by the charm drilled out at the last moment.

At this time, Dugu Sheng glanced at Mo Qi with his emotionless eyes, and shouted arrogantly: "Mo Qi, I can have a few days, completely thanks to you," and suddenly glanced at Murong Yanran, General Feng, and General Duan, "You are the same, there is only one black line on your body at the beginning, and then it will become more and more, and at a certain moment, it will become their appearance." ”

Murong Yanran, General Feng, and General Duan were all frightened, and they felt that the sky was about to collapse.

Dugu Sheng continued: "But it doesn't matter, it will bring you strength, bring strength, let you see what real strength is." ”

In the words, Dugu Sheng pounced on Mo Qi violently, his body swelled rapidly, and in an instant, his fist covered the sky, and he hit Mo Qi in such a way that he was covered, Mo Qi looked at the momentum, devoured the sky and devoured the earth, and there was nothing to do

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blocked, so I had to shake my body and dodge.

The earth-shattering punch smashed to the ground without any suspense, the ground was filled with smoke, a huge pit had not yet appeared, and Dugu Sheng's huge body had already flown away.

He caught Mo Qi's figure dozens of miles away, so he swept up his figure, and chased after him like a shadow, only a flash, and his figure became very small, like a wisp of black smoke, shuttling through the air at a high speed, and flowing rapidly.

Mo Qishi unfolded eight or nine Xuan Gong, his body was shrouded in divine light, and he shuttled at great speed.

At this time, in Dugu Sheng's view, he was running away, but in fact, he was accumulating the power of Eight or Nine Xuangong, which is not only the art of change, but also accumulates strength through endless changes.

Other supernatural powers all consume divine power in flying, while eight or nine Xuangong accumulates power in flying.

But Dugu Sheng's speed was too fast, so that De Moqi's Eight or Nine Xuangong could not be fully deployed, and it was swept back to its original form. It quickly broke the job.

At this time, Dugu Sheng picked up his fist again and hit Mo Qi, like the attack of a strong body cultivator.

Mo Qi saw that he couldn't stop it, and drove away again.

Dugu Sheng chased after him again, and after a moment he knocked Mo Qi to the ground, and then picked up his fist and struck.

After such a repetition, Mo Qi suddenly felt that the other party seemed to be torturing himself, and in the long run, if he was not beaten to death, he would inevitably be tortured to death by him.

And Dugu won the first move, so he laughed arrogantly: "How is it? Do you feel that you are invincible if you are a Da Luo Jin Immortal? Hahaha, you are still far away, the real strength is like me, immortal and immortal, and strong when strong. I don't cultivate, but I have infinite firepower, so just wait to accept my thunderous wrath. ”

Hearing him say this, Mo Qi was really curious, and at a certain moment he took the time to look at his cultivation, but the result made him creepy, he really didn't cultivate!

If they don't cultivate, then what do they rely on to attack people?

Without cultivation, where is the source of strength?

And yet, he really burst out with lethality, and it was terrifying!

The two of them moved while fighting, and their figures went far, far away in an instant.

At this time, Murong Yanran and the others were slightly stunned, and they couldn't see the two of them.

They had no choice but to use their flying skills, following the traces of the fight between the two to find Moqi's figure.

Anyway, the fight between the two of them was vigorous, and the movement was very loud, but they deliberately wanted to dodge and no one could hide from it.

At this time, Mo Qi saw that blindly dodging was not a solution, looking for an opportunity to eat more than a dozen stress pills, so he sacrificed the Donghuang Bell and put one hand on the top of the bell: "Pangu divine power, shatter the sky!" ”

A white light roared out, shuttling in the air at an extremely fast speed, and there was a Dao Phantom in the middle, like the outline of a sword, dividing the whistling white light into Dao sharp swords, each sword was cold and piercing, extremely sharp, showing off the endless killing aura and stabbing towards the opposite side.

Thousands of sharp swords side by side, forming a huge sword array, swords and shadows, cold air, just like a fully armed army of thousands of horses, holding swords, galloping forward.

It was like thousands of cavalry riding war horses, swooping down from the top of the mountain, trampling the ground with heavy iron hooves, making a rumbling sound, like a hammer hitting the heart, knocking people's hearts to pieces, and the whole body was about to burst.

And the whistling black fist seemed to fall from the sky

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The meteorite, black as iron, cold as water, momentum like a rainbow, the surface of the fist is sparkling, endless splendid.

The giant fist shuttled at great speed, tearing apart the air layer by layer, and the violent friction continued to ignite the air, causing flames to fly on the sparkling water surface, and it was full of brilliance. It looks very enchanting, and there is a bloodthirsty aura that is difficult to hide, and it is wanton in the air.

The incomparably sharp sword array finally met with the fist, and there was a loud bang, as if the sky was falling apart, and the phosgene was overflowing, the smoke was filled, and the sand and stones were flying.

In that flying sand and rocks, the front end of the sword formation quickly collapsed, while the back end continued to stab forward relentlessly, stabbing the black fist into a thousand holes and quickly festering.

Dugu Sheng let out a long and sharp howl, which went straight into the sky and shocked people's hearts.

However, the remaining fist continued to roar forward, striking at Mochi.

Along the way, the sword array collapsed layer by layer, and the entire sword array was like a squared house, suffering from violent squeezing, gradually flattening, and gradually shrinking.

In this process, Dugu Sheng's fist was almost exhausted, and only a bare arm was still roaring towards Mo Qi, and the front end of the bare arm was still covering the sky, no different from a fist, and it hit Mo Qi so majestically.

In this process, Mo Qi had already unleashed a second wave of Pangu divine power, and the whistling white light suddenly skyrocketed, quickly devouring Dugu Sheng's arm, and after Dugu Sheng's entire arm was devoured, his entire body crashed into the Eastern Emperor Bell.

The Eastern Emperor Bell let out an earth-shattering buzz, and flew upside down with Mo Qi's body, shuttling through the air at an extremely fast speed, knocking down the mountain peaks all the way.

Smoke and dust are everywhere, and mountains and rocks are stirred.

Murong Yanran and the others galloped towards this side, and from a distance, they only saw the Donghuang Bell flying, and there was a black dot on the Donghuang Bell, which was rolled up and down. It's like a drowning person, sometimes coming out of his head, sometimes being swallowed up by a huge wave.

At this time, Dugu Sheng was also uncomfortable, and after his huge body sprinted forward for a long distance, he fell to the ground with a bang, because of the pain, he wailed on the ground and rolled endlessly.

During the tumbling, his body gradually returned to its original size.

His mouth continued to wail, but in the midst of the wailing his severed arm grew again, like a tree growing new branches, stretching and growing its leaves.

The whole arm quickly returned to its original shape, in an irregular blocky patchwork pattern, sparkling.

Dugu Sheng stopped wailing, with a bloodthirsty smile on his face, twisted his body cleanly, stood up straight, and stared at Mo Qi who had just landed in the distance and was pressed under the Donghuang Bell.

It's like a beast staring at its prey!

At this time, Mo Qi was pressed under the Donghuang Bell, and he was seriously injured, and it was difficult to move, let alone lift the Donghuang Bell on his body.

Although Dugu Sheng has become less like a human and a ghost now, he still knows the pain, because the pain will affect the speed of the punch, so Mo Qi is still under the East Emperor Bell, otherwise, Dugu Sheng will destroy Mo Qi in one go.

But he thinks it's harmless and can't change the outcome at all.

Mochi is always a dead end!

Infinite hatred burst out of his eyes, and his body exuded an infinite aura of death, and his body catapulted out, and he pounced violently on Mo Qi again.

It's still the simplest and most primitive straight hook!

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