"Jingmen!"

"Open!"

The moment the thunder fell, a light gate appeared in front of Mo Li, swallowing the thunder into it and easily defusing the attack.

Seeing this, the Thunder Clan Son was not surprised.

If the other party is defeated so easily, he will still be angry.

A monk of the same rank who could escape such a distance in his hands, he had to exercise his muscles and bones well, and he couldn't end it so quickly.

After all, he had already decided in his heart that he wanted Mo Li to enjoy the taste of Thunder Purgatory before he died.

"Do it!"

The ThunderClan Son waved his hand and once again sealed the space with a secret method.

And the Thunder Clan elite opposite him then also took out a sledgehammer, and the hammer was surrounded by thunder, and it turned out to be a powerful imperial soldier.

As soon as he made a move, he was an imperial soldier, and it was obvious that the elite of the Thunder Clan was not ready to keep his hands.

He is cautious, and it is better to be in the human world here, so it is better to fight quickly.

"Smash me!"

The ThunderClan elite held a sledgehammer in his hand and swung a hammer at Mo Li like a thunder god.

This hammer thunder surrounds, becoming bigger and bigger in the air, and with the space blockade, people can't avoid it.

And Mo Li didn't have the idea of avoiding it.

When he laid down the Qimen Dunjia, he had already felt the breath of his old friend.

And when the thunder hammer attack fell, the space sealed here was broken by a golden light.

"Broken!"

With a long roar, a golden trident pierced through the space, and then shook the thunder hammer attack with unparalleled force.

The two attacks collided together, and the aftermath shook the sea, and one after another figures appeared behind Mo Li.

In front of Mo Li, a warrior wearing gold chain mail and holding a golden trident appeared.

"The demon clan of this realm?"

Seeing this, the Holy Son of ThunderClan frowned slightly.

He didn't expect that there would be such a brave demon clan in a mere nether realm, but the strength of the late stage of the Holy Rank actually gave him a feeling of danger.

Things seem to be getting interesting!

"Holy Son, the other party is not the demon clan, but the Yaksha clan under the command of the dragon clan."

"Legend has it that the warriors of the Yaksha clan are all infinitely powerful, and they really live up to their reputation when they see it today."

"If I'm not mistaken, the warriors of the Yaksha clan who are the leader have the bloodline of the pure-blooded dragon clan, and their future achievements are limitless, and their combat power will far surpass that of the monks of the same level."

At this time, the Yaksha Clan appeared, and the Thunder Clan elite became extremely vigilant in his heart, and he hurriedly came to his own holy son.

He was very smart, and immediately understood that it was the Lanyan Academy Disciple who deliberately led them to the beach.

If it's just a Yaksha, they might just be tricky to deal with.

It's not just one Yaksha who comes, it's a group.

Although the strength of those Yaksha clans is not at the Holy Rank, they can join forces to attack, and their power cannot be underestimated.

These are not the most important things, the important thing is that this is the territory of the human world, and they should not fight for a long time.

Even if the clan gave them some means to save their lives, those means could only be used when it was critical.

Now that he has just reached the lower realm, he has used life-saving means, which is really unreasonable.

"The Yaksha clan is here, and you have crossed the line!"

"If you dare to do it again, you will be the enemy of the Yaksha clan, and you will never die!"

The black owl was dressed in golden chain mail, and his momentum was unstoppable.

At this time, he is stronger than when he first jumped into the Dragon Gate, and he is the first person of the Yaksha clan.

Over the years, he has also been to the Lanyan Academy Palace the most times, and Mo Li is the first friend he has made in the Lanyan Academy, so he will naturally help his friend out.

And according to the rumors of Mo Li just now, these two people are from the upper realm, and they seem to have some plans against the Lanyan Academy.

This made him even more angry.

Gu Lan has the grace of reinvention for him, and he has great kindness to the entire Yaksha clan, and the Lanyan School Palace was founded by Gu Lan single-handedly, and the other party dared to fight the idea of the Lanyan School Palace, which is to be the enemy of the entire Yaksha clan.

The black owl lifted the golden trident, and the qi locked on the two ThunderClans.

As long as the two of them dare to make any rash moves, he will unleash a thunderous blow.

According to his idea, he was actually ready to do it from the beginning.

However, Mo Li asked him to focus on dragging people, and he had to suppress his anger temporarily.

"Holy Son, the Yaksha clan is not easy to mess with, let's withdraw for the time being!"

"What is it difficult to be provoked! The show has just begun, no matter how you say it, you have to help each other finish singing, but here is on the sea, and this holy son just happened to have a good time with them! ”

The ThunderClan elite was shocked by the momentum of the black owl, and used secret techniques to transmit the sound, but before he could persuade much, he was interrupted by the ThunderClan Holy Son.

During the transmission of the two of them, the Holy Son of the Thunder Clan had long been unable to suppress the anger in his heart.

After chasing him all the way, he finally had a chance to fight, and letting him escape at this time was more uncomfortable than killing him.

"A bunch of nether waste!"

"Even if you have peerless exercises and dragon blood, what can you do about me!"

The moment the Thunder Clan's voice fell, a flying sword fell directly into his hand, and he stroked the blade with two fingers together, and the blood fell on the blade, bursting out with terrifying thunder.

Those thunderbolts were intertwined, and in the blink of an eye, a pair of thunder armor was formed on him.

The Holy Son of the Thunder Clan in this state is confident that he will not fall into the disadvantage of the God Realm, how can he be afraid of the same level cultivators in the Nether Realm, or even monks whose cultivation is not as good as his.

However, he did not underestimate the enemy, the flying sword turned into a thunder sword in his hand, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"This secret technique was originally prepared by me for the Holy Sons of all the tribes of Dabi, so let you waste people try it today!"

"Thor Fury!"

The ThunderClan Son shouted loudly and slashed with his sword.

At the same time as he slashed out this sword, the thunder light behind him converged into a thunder magic phase, and he actually slashed out a thunder sword in the same attitude.

The two sword lights fused in the air, and the power that erupted was incomparably terrifying, like a natural disaster.

With such a terrifying blow, even the warriors of the Yaksha clan, who had always been known for their bravery, instinctively took a step back.

Although they took a step back, the next second they immediately took a step forward, and each of them sacrificed a trident in their hands, casting the secret method of the Yaksha clan, and opening a water net in an attempt to block this terrifying attack.

They're defensive, and the Black Owls are really on the offensive.

"Good time!"

The black owl looked at the thunder sword light, and his eyes burned with fierce battle intent.

Since he jumped over the Dragon Gate, his cultivation has been a thousand miles in a day, and he has quickly surpassed most of his peers, and now he is the strongest warrior of the Yaksha Clan, and he has not fought heartily for a long time, and he is very satisfied with the attack of the Holy Son of the Thunder Clan.

The black owl stimulated the dragon's blood in his body, his eyes were like a pair of golden pupils burning with flames, and his face also gave birth to pieces of golden scales, like a golden god of war.

He brandished the golden trident in his hand, did not dodge or dodge, stood in front of the people, and met the blow in a real way.

Mo Li on the side shook his head, but he was not idle, and began to pinch the magic seal in his hand.