"Those who blaspheme will be punished by God!" Mu Deng let out an unwilling roar, which echoed in the square, and in the shadow of the sword, his burly body slowly fell to the ground, and the golden mace fell right beside him. "Whoosh!" Several sword qi flew out, and several beauties of the Jade Void Palace ended Mu Deng's life. The flames burning in the square were gradually extinguished, and there was no supply, and even the houses were gradually becoming dim. "Finally killed him. Mo Zhong took a mouthful, and was helped by Linglong to the side to rest, he had contributed the most just now, if Linglong hadn't been treating him on the side, he would have collapsed long ago. "Don't be so desperate next time!" Linglong said angrily. "Yes, yes, I'll be the last one next time. Mo Zhong smiled bitterly, even if the injury was basically healed, the pain continued, and several internal injuries could not be healed in a short time.

After defeating Muden, everyone was happy, what was behind the golden gate, which was full of unknown feelings and made everyone fascinated. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have already passed the three levels of the shrine, and we are the first to succeed in nearly a hundred years! Let's toast to the heroes!" the green bottle shouted, and everyone echoed in unison, if it weren't for Mo Zhong opening the most layer of treasure, they would still be trying to climb up below. "By the way, Linglong, did you come across anything when you came?" asked Mozhong, who remembered that he had met a child on the fiftieth floor, the child he was going to die. "No, I don't. Linglong wondered, she didn't notice anything unusual when she came. "How come? Did you see a lot of blood, like a battlefield?" Linglong shook her head and put her hand on Mozhong's forehead. "What's wrong, it's not a fever, why did you start talking nonsense?" "I didn't!"

"I don't know why, but I always feel weird about this door. Mo Zhong shook his head, obviously there was nothing, but Mo Zhong smelled a smell of flowers, very similar to the fragrance of tea, anyway, it was the best smelling thing you can imagine, flowing out of the golden door one by one. "Strange. Mo Zhong thought about it carefully, when did he smell this smell, it seemed to be ...... Mo Zhong was shocked, by the way, from the moment Mu Deng fell, this smell seemed to begin to drift away, it was too chaotic to pay attention to it at the time, but now once it calms down, it can be distinguished immediately. "Did you smell anything?" Mo Zhong asked Qing Bottle, and he was the only one present who had the best sense of smell. "No, I don't. Qing Bottle sniffed vigorously and looked at Mo Zhong strangely. Mo Zhong pinched his brows, could it really be that he was too tired? In the blink of an eye, he caught a glimpse of a person walking to the golden gate, and he was about to reach out and touch it.

"Don't!" Mo Zhong said that it was too late to stop it, since the fragrance came from the golden door, it proved that there must be something behind the door, since Mo Zhong was the only one who smelled the fragrance, then there must be something wrong with this door! "What's wrong?" The man turned his head to look at Mo Chong, and showed a smile, signaling him not to be nervous. But the next second, he couldn't laugh. The man who touched the golden door with his hand trembled wildly as if he had been electrocuted, and his whole body spasmed, but his hand was still firmly grasped on the golden door. "Go and save him!" Mo Zhong shouted, this is really weird, there is really nothing good behind this door!"Hold on!" Mo Zhong shouted, and the green bottle rushed forward, grabbed the man's collar with one hand, and pulled him back, pulling him over.

"What's wrong with you?" Mozhong asked, although it didn't seem to be life-threatening, but it was still wonderful. "Let me see. Linglong squeezed in, a pair of Qianqianyu hands on the person's head, the pale green light slowly flowed to the person's body, Linglong closed her eyes, carefully feeling the person's physical condition. "Whew!" The man gasped, stretched out a pair of large hands and grabbed the hand pressed against him, his eyes red, like a bull in heat. "What's going on?" Mo Chong saw at a glance that something was wrong, the man's words were slowly raising his head, and now Mo Chong was furious, how could you blaspheme his wife? "What the hell is going on?" asked Qing Bottle, he had also seen that person, and he was by no means a person who did not want to die, and in this case, taking advantage of Mozhong's wife was simply looking for death. "Grandma's, I'll let you look up!" Mo Zhong walked over and kicked the man's crotch fiercely, and the man screamed miserably, rolled his eyes and fainted directly.

"Calm down, what's wrong with you?" the green bottle pulled and wanted to make up for a few feet of ink weight. How did you become so grumpy. "I don't know, I am, I'm the ......" Mo Zhong was speechless, just now there seemed to be a voice to him who was about to kill him, and then, and then Mo Zhong couldn't help but want to crush him and kill this person who desecrated his forbidden body, no, kill everyone, and no one could destroy them. Thinking about it, Mo Chong's eyes also began to turn red, looking around murderously, there was a fire burning in his heart, his world gradually turned red, all the sounds became blurred in his ears, there was only one voice in his ears, "Hey, kill, kill!" "Hey, Mo Chong! What's wrong with you? Don't you scare me?" Linglong's voice drifted into Mo Chong's ears vaguely, and he only thought it was a mosquito flying by, and he didn't care.

Mo Da strode forward, staring at a man, the man looked a little gloomy, the whole person seemed to be shrouded in a dark cloud that could not be dissolved, this gloomy temperament seems to be very popular with girls, at this time the battle has stopped, everyone is relaxed and rested There are a few female monks who saw the man's excellent performance around him, expressing their admiration to him, the man ignored him, sat on the side and didn't know what he was thinking, Mo Zhong walked straight towards him. "Hey, it's you, you look arrogant!" Mo Zhong copied the fan in his hand as he thought it was more enjoyable to beat people. "If you have a quick word, if you have a fart, if you want to find fault, you will accompany you to the end!" The man probably saw that something was wrong with the ink weight, and he didn't want to let it go. "I've seen you unhappy, white face!" Mo roared, and rushed forward, the big fan slashed hard from top to bottom, this time slamming into the air, and the loud sound of breaking the air made the people around look sideways.

"Hmph! "Some people don't stay well and bite like a mad dog, so don't be afraid of being beaten!" the man snorted coldly, waved his hand, and a pitch-black rune tightly wrapped around Mozhong's body like a chain, first his legs, then his whole body, and finally Mozhong's whole person seemed to be wrapped in black runes. "You're too weak!" the man waved his hand, and the runes in the sky began to shrink one by one, about to crush the ink weight in the center.

"Roar!" Mo Zhong let out a human-like roar in his throat, and a huge black shadow fell from the sky, stirring up a cloud of dust.