"Bang!" came the sound of muscles hitting the wood. The black qi dissipated, and a strange mechanism resisted the huge snow-white fist!

Trap's Poor!

'The first of the twelve gods to be promoted to the Youlan Realm!

The original bald head was middle-aged.

"Boom!"

Another punch!

The landslide cracked, and a large crater appeared in the place where Qiqi had stayed, and the surrounding trees were shaken by the aftermath!

"Squeak!"

A shrill sound rang out, and Qiqi's claw machine sparked on the white hair.

"It still doesn't work!"

Mo Yu's two-colored eyes narrowed slightly.

"Come out of nowhere!"

For a while, the beasts roared, and eleven black gases appeared around the long-haired monster (ps: As mentioned earlier, after the bald middle-aged entered EN mode, white hair appeared on the bald head that did not grow an inch of grass, so the long-haired monster after that referred to the bald middle-aged.

"Wow!"

Birch swooped down towards the bald head, and the other eleven voices disappeared in an instant.

"It's over. ”

Mo Yu said lightly, his thoughts returned to half a year ago...... "You said you don't have to use this set of treasures!"

The voice of the ninth-generation giant Mo Zidan sounded.

Mo Yu said lightly with an indifferent face: "No matter how you say it, the trap beast is only the power of the outside world, and it is not your own strength at all. ”

"Boom!"

For a while, Chen Tu was flying, and there were twelve small beasts in front of him, and only half a human-tall small beast appeared beside Mo Yu.

"A miniature version of the Twelve?"

Mo Yu was a little interested.

Mo Zidan's handprint changed, and after getting along with Mo Yu for half a year, he already knew the temper of this cold young man, and obviously wanted Mo Yu to accept his concept, which was only to beat him down and let him lose!

"Wow!"

Trap Birch swooped down.

"Bang!"

Mo Yu swung his fist but smashed it on top of the jumping 'Jiazuo'.

The right fist is retracted in pain.

And Birch's long beak was no more than a fraction of a millimeter from his throat.

A gorgeous lower waist, the palm of the hand was painful, and the sharp back armor of 'Zu Ming' cut through Mo Yu's palms.

There was a pain in the lower abdomen, and the long tail of the 'male uncle' had already been pumped Mo Yu's lower abdomen.

"Boom!"

The dust was flying, and Mo Yu fell to the ground on his back.

"Interesting. ”

"Quack, quack!"

Mo Yu stood up and moved his stiff muscles, and the sound of bones rubbing against each other came out.

"Bang!"

The right foot touched the ground, like an arrow off the string, and Mo Yu's fist smashed straight towards Mo Zidan.

Mo Zidan raised the corners of his mouth, and his body remained motionless.

The footsteps of the twelve gods change, as if they are dancing without knowing the understanding.

A blurred sound and shadow appeared in front of Mo Yu's eyes.

The phantom was bright and dark, just raising his hand, and the old palm blocked Mo Yu's fist.

"Da Da Dance! Part of the ritual of the Da Da ceremony, summoning the magic circle of 'Da Da'. ”

Mo Zidan seemed to explain to Mo Yu again.

"Your opponent in front of you is 'Da Da'!"

Mo Yu didn't have time to pay attention to Mo Zidan's words at all, the phantom shadow in front of him only raised his knees slightly, and he hadn't touched the screen at all, but he had already flown out.

There was blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, "No wonder the mechanic can sit firmly on the throne at the top of the pyramid of the EN continent and become the object of all the forces vying for the first time." ”

Mo Yu secretly admired.

You must know that the miniature version of the strongest 'armor' of the twelve gods, the inlaid magic beast crystal soul, is just an ungreen realm!

But the strength of the 'Da Da' phantom evoked by the 'Da Da Dance' in front of him far exceeds that of the Youlan Realm!

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A quarter of an hour later, Mo Yu collapsed to the ground panting, and Da Da disappeared.

Mo Zidan laughed: "How about it, do you want to learn, you know, your twelve gods are fused with the real eleven ghost plagues of ancient times! Each trap beast is like a real magic beast!"

"I can consider teaching for free. ”

Mo Yu lay down for a while and sat cross-legged on the ground.

"If it were really free, I wouldn't have died!"

Mo Zidan said lightly, "Before Mo Yi comes back, you can be the tenth generation of giants." ”

Mo Yu froze, "You believe that kid like this?"

"Aren't you like me?"

Mo Zidan's voice and shadow disappeared, and a dark gold frame of the case floated quietly in the air...... "Although I still can't summon Da Da, but this is enough!"

In the mountain behind Yongqing Mountain, the dust and mist dissipated after the outbreak of an astonishing vibration, Mo Yu's right arm waved, the twelve gods disappeared, and the long-haired monster on the ground had withdrawn from EN mode and changed back to bald appearance.

The right arm was exaggerated and twisted 360 degrees, obviously just receiving the blow of the 'Dawu Dance'.

Glancing at the south, he was about to take a step, but Mo Yu frowned slightly.

Towards the south, his feet retracted, and the ink feather disappeared into the trees.

In the south, after a huge shock, Yang Keran's face turned pale, "Bang!"

The middle-aged Dongfang stick of the Huns accurately blocked Fang Luo's broad blade.

Even with Yang Keran's original technique amplification, the gap between the realm is there, and the realm of the warlock and the realm of the warlock are not something that can be crossed casually!

What's more, Yang Keran's increase didn't all fall on him Fang Luo alone!

Fortunately, under Yang Keran's increase, the two juniors finally solved the opposite one.

"You can't sit down!"

Sun Ziyan's voice sounded.

Let Sun Ziyan scream, and the two of them collapsed on the ground.

In just a moment, the Huns who rushed up devoured the two of them.

The moment Sun Ziyan was distracted, the huge fist had already turned towards her lower abdomen.

I can't dodge, I can't dodge, the silver teeth bite lightly, and the barrier formed by the yellow sand envelops me.

The body was light, the waist was wrapped around something, and there was a hoarse sound in the ears.

"They're fine, recuperating in my little world. ”

Chen Xiao moved his toes lightly, "Huh!"

Another handful of leaves, with which large Huns fell.

Although Chen Xiao didn't have to face the enemy's masters, the ordinary soldiers on the opposite side were his opponents.

Put Sun Ziyan down, Chen Xiao disappeared again, "We also have to fight!"

In Chen Xiao's small world, looking at the two scarred hobbit youths who were sent in, the hobbit juniors of Chen Xiao's team couldn't help it.

"Yes, we want to!"

The ordinary soldiers in the middle of it also shouted.

For a while, Chen Xiao's face was embarrassed, "Their wounds need to be cleaned up." One more moment of planting, one more moment of planting!"

"Get out of the way!

A woman called for water and shouted, and everyone took the initiative to get out of the way, and finally stopped calling.

Once again, a dark purple arc was condensed, and Yang Keran nodded indifferently.

Because of the violent shaking of the mountain just now, Fang Luo's thunder movement slowed down a beat.

"Boom!"

In the darkness, there were bursts of thunder, and bits of purple flickered through the black barrier in Yang Keran's independent world.

Time seemed to stand still in this moment, and the world seemed to turn gray in this instant.

"Bang!"

The sound of glass breaking was heard.

The curtain of darkness shattered.

"Poof!"

Yang Keran spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the black robe that Chen Xiao had not changed for thousands of years was also full of holes.

One in one hand, and the two women were under each other.

Under the brilliant starry sky, corpses were piled up, and the mountains and forests on the south side of Yongqing Mountain were flattened in the electric light.

"Let's go!"

Without hesitation, Yang Keran and his party disappeared into the night.

In a remote cave in Yongqing Mountain, a sound shadow curled up there with his head in his hands.

"Don't!"

A wail came out of his mouth.

Half an hour ago, Mo Yu, who was about to help Yang Keran and them, felt the threshold of the Warlock Realm!

"If he can't even do this, then he is not worthy of being called Yang Keran!"

Mo Yu muttered...... Found a remote cave, Mo Yu sat cross-legged.

The heart calms down with a slow exhale and an inhale.

Closing his bewitching eyes, everything around him turned into a brilliant star.

The corners of his mouth were raised shallowly, and the original solid power of the original technique in his body continued to condense, and the pores of his whole body were stretched.

Mo Yu was like a black hole, and countless Fire Origin Techniques floating in the air frantically rushed towards Mo Yu.

It was like half an ice crystal, and the power of the original solid form of the original technique became clearer and clearer.

Suddenly, a laugh sounded in Mo Yu's mind.

"Heavenly punishment?"

Mo Yu said secretly.

"Not really!"

It was a familiar voice.

"Mo Yi!"

The ice crystals that wrapped Mo Yi in the soul world disappeared, and a trace of disharmony rose in Mo Yu's heart as he looked at Mo Yi's blue eyes in front of him.

"Are you awake?"

Mo Yu asked.

"No, no, no, it's not that I'm awake, it's that I can finally refine you, little Mo Yu!"

Mo Yi's voice was so harsh in Mo Yu's ears, as if the roles of the two had been reversed.

A cloud of light shrouded Mo Yu, and the piercing pain transmitted from the depths of his soul to Mo Yu's **.

Holding his head, Mo Yu rolled on the ground, his eyes changing.

Mo Muxuan looked at him playfully, "Father!"

Mo Yu screamed.

"Yi'er, my Yi'er is finally back. ”

Mo Yu froze in place, watching Mo Yi with turquoise eyes running towards Mo Muxuan with a smile.

"Some time ago, I was really bitter Dad, and I treated that Mo Yu as you, really. ”

Mo Muxuan laughed, "That's it, my next child, didn't you refine that little bastard this time." ”

The blue eyes looked at Mo Yu who was stunned in the distance, as if he was laughing at him: "Hehe, do you see, Mo Muxuan is my father, not your father." ”

Mo Yi's voice sounded in his head: "You are just a wisp of my soul, now you should honestly turn back into a part of me!"

"Don't!"

Mo Yu rolled on the ground with his head in his arms, "You get out! You get !!"