Po Jun digested the news he got from Mo Jibei with some shock, he reached out and picked up a small handful of dirt from the ground, and an incredible light flashed in his eyes. Who could have seen what kind of character he had in his hands who had spent a lot of effort to create such a peculiar piece of soil6, and his purpose was just to imprison a person.

It's just a matter of using such a big hand, but this entire ancient god cemetery was also moved by him from another dimension, and I really don't know how he did it. For this genius character, in addition to admiration, the army broke the army, and the idea of competing with one of them rose.

At this time, a strange young man who was far away in another space suddenly sneezed, and the old man who was playing against him was covered with snot and saliva on his face. The old man raised his head and glared angrily at the young man, and the young man sneered, but his fingers quietly changed the positions of several chess pieces on the chessboard very briskly.

It's time for Mo Ji to go north to kill again, looking at his calmly departing back, Po Jun's heart moved, and he hurriedly shouted: "Senior Mo, wait for me, you have faced everything alone for so many years, but today, since I have come here, there is no reason to continue to cower in this cave." Shall we two fight side by side today? ”

Seeing that Po Jun's ardent gaze couldn't reach Bei's words, the words of rejection that had already reached his lips were so stuck. A warm feeling rose in his heart, as if something had melted the snow that had been sealed in his heart for years. Mo Jibei nodded vigorously and said, "Okay, let's fight side by side today." ”

Po Jun quickly walked to Mo Jibei's side, and only in these few steps, the momentum on his body seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes. Mo Jibei looked at this young man with a high-spirited fighting spirit on his body, and his face showed an expression of sympathy. He took the lead and walked out, and the tragic killing aura on his body instantly disturbed the air around him.

The momentum accumulated by the heavy evil aura on the broken army was actually not under the killing aura of Mo Jibei. The dense earth aura that emanated from the sip soil that was almost suffocating was also contaminated with the evil aura of dominating the world in this moment. The surrounding earth spirit qi instantly fluctuated unsteadily, and the originally thick and gentle earth had become extremely violent.

The expression on Mo Yubei's face did not change, but his mood began to turn upside down. In his heart, no matter how powerful the army is, he is still a junior who needs to be taken care of by him, but this child who needed his care not long ago really has the ability to influence the soil now? Mo Jibei didn't know whether it was relief or any other expression in his heart, but at this time, he didn't show these at all, just standing intently on the ground that had been stained black and brown with blood.

Po Jun stood with him back to back, looking at the endless battlefield. It wasn't until now that he realized that the whole picture of the battlefield he had seen was this bleak one. Although the cave where Mo Jibei lives has some connection with this battlefield, the density of the soil there is obviously higher than here. The reason for this result is very obvious, and the people who imprisoned Mo Jibei in the first place had no intention of letting him rest at all.

If it weren't for that person's omission, the soil is also spiritual, and it is estimated that Mo Jibei would not have survived until now. After so much baptism of blood, it is really a very puzzling thing that these stalks have not been demonized. Of course, this ancient god cemetery itself may also be a closed space, and those stalks will not find the opportunity to demonize at all.

The surrounding soil gradually became turbulent, and the strong smell of blood made the broken army frown uncomfortably. The purpose of his proposal to help Mo Jibei was not very simple, and he just wanted to use the process of fighting with him to find the location of the ancient god cemetery. The magic weapons such as the light sword in his body have evolved to the top state, but the soul beads are still so far away, and the soul beads have become more and more restless recently, breaking the army, hoping to upgrade the soul beads as soon as possible, so that his body and the spirit can be balanced.

At this time, seeing Mo Jibei's stern appearance, Po Jun's heart was gradually infected with some nervousness. He cautiously released the Yuan Shen in front of him, and the three-headed and eight-armed Yuan Shen was so shocked that Bei was stunned, and he muttered in disbelief: "How could it be...... How could Veda be like this? ”

Although Mo Zhibei's voice was very low, it couldn't escape the ears of the broken army. It's just that he seems to be afraid of something, and there are a few words in the middle that are vague, as if they have been blown away by the wind. Po Jun was about to ask out loud, but was stopped by a sudden attack, and the words that were about to reach his lips quickly concentrated his energy, and he no longer dared to think casually.

The Yuan Shen Xun of the broken army blocked the attacking divine pawns, and the demon sword slashed through the bodies of these little pawns almost without any pause, and the soul beads were like a long whale absorbing water, absorbing all the souls of the incoming prisoners. A large area of red lotus karmic fire mixed with the Nine Nether Flames appeared, and the magnificent black and bloody red lined the sky and earth with a stunning change of color. The priests struggled and wailed as if they had fallen into purgatory.

Po Jun didn't even frown, and instantly sucked these souls that were sunk in karmic fire into the soul beads. Mo Jibei doesn't know why he has become a little lost

At this time, the indomitable momentum on his body suddenly disappeared. I was in the midst of a painful struggle, and the object of his pain was the unwitting Breaker.

Po Jun is now also proud, he connects the earth aura in the soil with his body, as long as the earth aura is not exhausted, he has the power to support these magic weapons. Originally, it could only be used one magic weapon at a time, and it could only be used at most, but now it was able to perform three consecutive attacks, and if there was no excitement in the heart of the broken army, it would be a lie at all.

However, he knew that now was not the time to be excited, although the cultivation of those divine soldiers was not high, but he still understood the truth that ants bite and kill elephants. Po Jun looked at Mo Jibei, who was much slower, with a puzzled look on his face. However, he didn't ask anything, and directly sandwiched Mo Jibei in the middle with Yuan Shen, left and right, he didn't want the demon spirit Mo Jibei to die in disgrace in the inattentive confrontation with the divine pawn.

Mo Jibei was stunned for a moment, so he stopped and stood in the center. Po Jun said lightly: "These little pawns will be handed over to me, I can't clean up anything else, I will definitely be able to deal with this." Senior Mo, if you save your strength, all the big shots that appear behind you will be handed over to you. ”

Mo Jibei looked at him as if no one was slashing and killing the brave priests, and looking at the three-headed and eight-armed primordial gods, like a human life harvester, constantly harvesting the surging priests, I couldn't tell what kind of taste it was in my heart. Mo Jibei knew that if he continued like this, he would probably lose his life in today's battle, so he cheered up, and in a blink of an eye, the breathtaking momentum returned to his body.

Po Jun felt the momentum coming from behind him, and an imperceptible smile appeared on his face. At this time, the person in charge of the reincarnation of the divine pawn was anxious. Originally, after death, the soul returned to the Divine Pawn and could be reincarnated as a human being, which was also the key to their continuous use of the Divine Pawn. In the past, although Mo Jibei would consume a lot of divine pawns during the battle, this time there was not even a single divine pawn on the reincarnation platform.

Kleiman kept walking back and forth, and the solemnity in his expression made people can't help but hold his breath, for fear that he would alarm this brontonn, which was already at a critical point. Kleiman was one of the few surviving gods among the gods who migrated to the Old Gods Necropolis, and his fiery temper was as famous as his handsome appearance. The affairs of the Reincarnation Bench were specifically in charge of Kleiman, although the Divine Pawns were just consumables, but with such a one-time loss, they had to spend a lot of time to be able to cultivate another batch of Divine Pawns.

Today's children are not easy to deceive, in the past, as long as he raised his arms and shouted, how many people broke his head, he would join, but now he raised his arms and shouted, but he was stared at with neurotic eyes. Kleiman's eyes moistened as he thought of his recent encounter. After waiting for a long time, he still didn't wait for a divine pawn soul to appear, so he couldn't bear it anymore and went to the ruins of the ancient god battlefield to see what was going on.

The dim but condensed light on the dementor beads increased, and a faint joy appeared in the broken army's heart. Unexpectedly, these priests turned out to be fanatical believers, and although the souls of fanatics and others could not be compared with the souls of King Jizo and others, the number of fanatical believers was different. Quantitative change to qualitative change, this is a cumulative process, and the army is broken in this process, and it is a lot of fun.

Mo Jibei slowly recovered the spirit he had consumed, and his eyes gradually became clearer, but the sharpness in his gaze like a blade made half of the reincarnated gods feel a chill in their hearts. However, what they were even more afraid of was Pojun and the monsters around him, they clearly felt that the souls of those dead companions had disappeared without a trace, needless to say, this was also inseparable from the two killing machines in the center.

These priests are really scared in their hearts, if they say that ** dies, as long as the soul returns to the reincarnation platform, they still have an infinite chance of resurrection, but after the soul dies, they really have nothing. Under the fear of complete extinction, the first ever escape of the gods appeared on the battlefield of the old gods.

Mo Jibei looked at the broken army standing like a demon god beside him, his heart was full of emotion, and he asked softly, "Why don't you chase it?" ”

Po Jun smiled proudly, the momentum on his body spread far away, and he said without any emotion: "My purpose is only to repel them, not to kill them all. They weren't good enough to be my opponents. ”

The previous ruthlessness was only to make the enemy's heart tremble, and as long as they retreated without a fight, it was a victory. Po Jun knows very well that some people can only really settle down if they let him feel the threat of death in his bones, so that he will no longer disturb your life.

Mo Jibei raised his head to demonstrate his own anger and was just right for Kleiman, who was now probing his brain in the clouds overhead. Looking at the handsome face that flashed treacherously, the anger in Bei's heart suddenly burned. Being able to survive for so many yearsKleiman's ability to avoid evil is definitely not covered, he immediately appeared with those two murderous eyes, Kleiman smiled cheekily, turned around and disappeared into the clouds.

It's just that how could the broken army let it come and go freely, and the sea fork flashed in his hand, he ran back a few steps, and his consciousness was already locked on Kleiman, who was hiding behind the clouds. Pojun snorted softly, his body curling into a bend

He immediately bounced back and threw the sea fork in his hand. The troublesome shape immediately bounced back and threw the sea fork in his hand. The troublesome shape immediately bounced back and threw the sea fork in his hand. The troublesome shape immediately bounced back and threw the sea fork in his hand. The troublesome shape immediately bounced back and threw the sea fork in his hand. The troublesome shape immediately bounced back and threw the sea fork in his hand. The noisy layer is naturally watery. Kleiman self-righteously hid in the clouds, but he didn't expect that this would become a condition for his death. In other words, he's in a cocoon.

Kleiman looked at the sea fork on his chest in surprise, and he was surprised to feel that the vitality in his body disappeared like flowing water. Kleiman's face grew pale, and he couldn't even make a movement to resist the struggle. Kleiman, who had been in the Old Gods Graveyard for countless years, grew old under the gaze of everyone, and his handsome face became like dried orange peel. And the strange thing is that the sea fork that strung his whole person through the heart gradually exuded a dazzling brilliance.

A hint of understanding flashed in Po Jun's eyes, he had been wondering how to replenish his energy from the sea fork, but he didn't expect it to feed on the life essence in the human body. Seeing this strange scene, the only person who can be so calm is Mo Zhibei, except for breaking the army. Po Jun waved his hand to recall the Naohai Fork, and a vigorous power came from this magic weapon, and the energy consumed in Po Jun's body was suddenly filled with a lot.

At this time, Mo Jibei's face finally changed a little. He looked at the Seven Magic Weapons in the Sea Fork and the Broken Army Yuan God with some uneasiness, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face. It's just that his musings were soon interrupted by the scream that shook the heavens and the earth: "Who the hell killed Kleiman, are you Mo Jibei?" Tell me what you did to his soul, why I can't sense Kleiman's soul fluctuations? ”

Hearing this, Po Jun turned around in surprise, and the huge figure in the distance gradually approached the range set by him and Mo Jibei. The soul beads of the broken army are trying to absorb Kleiman's soul, but the soul of an ancient god who is several times more difficult than the king of Jizo can be digested so easily. The dim brilliance of the soul bead was extremely unstable, and a trace of soul energy seeped out of it, and the familiar aura suddenly made the faces of the people who came change greatly.

"Bastard, you two evil beings actually devoured the soul of Kleiman, the younger brother of this great god, and I am the sun god Krel Omi, and I will definitely not let you go today!" The huge figure gradually became clear, and the roar like thunder rang in the ears of Mo Jibei and the broken army, and their ears roared.

The faces of the two of them changed instantly, but the reasons for the change were different. Mo Jibei was frightened by the strength of the sun god Krell Omi, while Po Jun simply hated others calling themselves gods in front of him. Before he could see the appearance of the person who came, a strong murderous intent arose in Pojun's heart. He sneered and said, "God? None of the men who dare to profess themselves gods before me will leave alive, but I want to see what kind of things you have that dare to make a big deal in this place. ”

A rare look of solemnity appeared on Mo Jibei's face, and the sun god Krell Omi was one of the few difficult gods in this place, and he had only fought three times with this fiery ancient god, and each time it ended in a disastrous victory. This time, Krelomi has been in retreat for 30,000 years because of his last injury, and this time he doesn't know what kind of realm his cultivation has reached.

On the other hand, Po Jun's face had no other expression except coldness. He looked at Krell Omi, who was no different from the Frost Giant, with a wry smile on his face. Po Jun said disdainfully: "What sun god is obviously a branch of the volcanic giant, do you think I won't recognize it if it's a little darker?" ”

With Krel's ears, it was naturally impossible to hear what Pojun was saying clearly, and he was suddenly furious, and his body was even more ablaze. Po Jun felt the spurting heat, and the disdain on his face suddenly deepened. He said coldly: "No matter who you are, what your prototype is, and those who dare to call themselves gods in front of my broken army, you must be prepared for the consciousness of death." ”

Krell Omi couldn't believe his ears, he looked at the tiny human in front of him in shock, and when he saw that the broken army was no threat to him, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. Krell Omi looked down at him and said, "It's funny, it's funny, it's been a long time since I've seen a human who dares to talk to me like this." ”

Kryl Oni's eyes instantly became extremely cold, and he sneered and said, "Since you have the courage to say such a thing, then let me weigh you two pounds." Krell Omi said as a crimson flame instantly appeared in his hand. The flame was as high as one person, and its momentum was not much worse than that of the Hell Black Flame.

It's a pity that today Krell Omi is holding back, who let him meet is Pojun, an expert in playing with fire.

Po Jun smiled coldly, stretched out his hand, and summoned the Yin Yang Wheel, the huge Yuan Shen with three heads and eight arms, and the huge Yuan Shen Xun was beside him, and in an instant, the momentum emanating from his body actually forced the beating flames to be stunned.

Krell Omi felt this change in the flames he controlled, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face. The feeling of being stuck in a quagmire was something he had never felt before, why could this obviously weak human be able to cause such a change in his flames?