Wan Changqing waved his hand, a terrifying sword light flashed in his eyes, and Sen Ran's sword intent emerged from his body.

"Wan ......" Mo Hongying opened her mouth, and before she finished speaking, she noticed the fluctuations in the space not far in front of Wan Changqing.

Mo Hongying thought of something, didn't dare to say a word of nonsense, and quickly pulled back a long distance.

Just after she flew away, the distorted space was torn open, and a person slowly walked out of it.

The shiny head and half of the tattooed face were not wrong with the bald man Moro that Mo Hongying had seen before.

"It's kind of interesting, you should just be cultivating in the god transformation stage."

Mo Luo glanced at Wan Changqing lightly, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The previous blow, he naturally saw it clearly.

That kind of power was completely beyond the scope of what a god-transforming stage monk could wield.

But according to his observations, the man with the wine gourd on his back did not step into the period of tribulation.

In that case, why was this guy able to exert such power just during the Transformation Stage?

It seems that the fairy continent is not all waste.

Wan Changqing didn't answer, but looked Mo Luo up and down, with a wary expression.

"You're a demon general?"

"That's right," Moro smiled, a corner of his mouth hooked.

"As for the name, you don't deserve to know."

"Oh, yes!"

Wan Changqing glanced at Mo Luo lightly, and terrifying fluctuations surged around his body, and fierce sword intent surged out of his body, directly causing the surrounding space to tremble.

"Then you can die!"

Wan Changqing raised his right hand, and the void pointed at Moro.

The huge sword intent instantly condensed into reality, and slashed straight towards Moro.

That monstrous sword momentum is unstoppable, and there is nothing that cannot be cut in front of this sword momentum.

That sword intent had already touched the deep area of the sword path, and had even touched the rules of the Heavenly Dao of the Immortal Spirit Continent.

The sharp sword intent instantly locked onto the area where Moro was located.

This left Moro without even a chance to escape.

"It's kind of interesting!"

Under the shroud of that sword intent, Moro did not have the slightest fear, but showed a smile.

"But you want to kill me?"

Moro snorted softly, and waved his right hand upwards in the void.

In an instant, the demon clouds were churning, and a monstrous black qi rose from behind him, followed by an endless sea of blood emerging from the black qi.

The vast sea of blood was stained red by the sky behind Moro.

In that sea of blood, countless white bones whose names were unspeakable and unrecognizable were constantly struggling and howling.

The group of white bones, as if they wanted to break free from the shackles of the sea of blood, struggled with all their might.

However, no matter how much they struggled, they were still firmly bound in the sea of blood.

The next moment, the sea of blood with an endless ferocious aura directly bombarded the dazzling white sword light.

A deafening roar echoed in the air for a long time.

The aftermath of the bombardment directly leveled all the mountains within a radius of 100 miles.

Mo Hongying, who was hiding not far away, swept the big wine gourd in front of her, and looked at the scene in front of her with palpitations.

If it weren't for Wan Changqing's action, I'm afraid that the aftermath of that power alone would have killed and injured her hundreds of times.

This is the powerhouse standing at the peak of the immortal cultivation realm, and his strength is terrifying.

Moreover, Mo Hongying could feel that Wan Changqing's strength was even more terrifying.

Could it be that Wan Changqing survived the Seven Turns of Thunder Tribulation and stepped directly into the Eight Transformation God Realm?

If that's the case, Wan Changqing is likely to be the only monk who has stepped into this realm for hundreds of thousands of years.

"That blow should have killed the monster."

Mo Hongying's throat rolled, and she raised her eyes to look at the sky.

But where the dust and mist had disappeared, a figure floated silently.

Moro was still standing alive, showing no signs of injury.

Obviously, the powerful blow that could tear even the earth apart just now didn't hurt the bald man?

The icy chill spread in Mo Hongying's heart.

At this moment, she only felt that her hands and feet were cold, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, the cold could not be stopped, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Doesn't this mean that the strength of that bald man is still higher than that of ten thousand predecessors?

According to the previous words, this guy is just a subordinate of the Demon Lord.

His subordinates are all so strong, so isn't that demon lord invincible?

As soon as she thought of this, a strong despair filled Mo Hongying's heart.

"You're strong!"

The air was quiet for a moment, and Moro was the first to speak to break the silence.

Wan Changqing didn't answer, but glanced at Moro deeply and turned around.

Seeing this move, Mo Hongying below was extremely puzzled.

What's going on?

Could it be that thousands of seniors knew that their strength was not good and planned to give up?

Just when Mo Hongying was extremely puzzled, Moro spoke again.

"You're strong, much stronger than that bunch of trash. If you join us now, then I can beg the Demon Lord to spare your life and give you the same status as us. ”

"The strength of the Demon Lord is penetrating through the sky, and it is far from what you can imagine."

"I think you're a smart man, you should know how to choose! Only by knowing oneself can one have the possibility of living. ”

Moro looked at Wan Changqing with a hint of approval on his face, and he directly threw out an olive branch.

Wan Changqing, who heard this, smiled disdainfully.

"Demon Lord? He's a fart? ”

Until now, Mo Luo, who was still kind and pleasant, after hearing Wan Changqing's words full of disdain, his face was suddenly filled with intense anger, and his eyes flashed with terrifying murderous light and killing intent.

"Extremely stupid, even an idiot like you deserves to mention the Demon Lord?"

"Cheap cunning ant, your ignorance will bring you death. You don't need to do it yourself, I'll kill your dog! ”

The tattoos on Moro's face flashed with dazzling light, and the terrifying killing intent filled the entire world.

"Noise!"

Wan Changqing turned his head and glanced at Moro lightly, and with a wave of his big sleeves, the majestic sword intent bombarded towards Moro.

This time, Moro didn't use the terrifying power he had before, but let the sword intent bombard.

In the next moment, Moro's body was blasted into scum and dissipated with the wind.

Even after he disappeared, his unbridled laughter still echoed in the heavens and the earth for a long time.

"Hahaha, you're all going to- die!"

"Lord Demon Lord, Immortal!"

Mo Hongying, who was staying below to watch the play, also understood why Wan Changqing didn't do it anymore at this time.