Hearing that there were people in this world who could perceive their original faces in such a short period of time, the corners of Xiang An's lips hooked up with a cold smile: "Dying person, why should I tell you too much." ”

Earlier, Xiang Li was controlled by Gu Feng's black robe, and the qi of the black robe spread to the four fields, so he planted a seed in Xiang An's body, which was closest to the kneeling ground.

Only now, although the black robe transformed by Gu Feng's divine soul has been swallowed up by the white flames, Gu Feng's own master is not extinguished, and the power of the divine soul in the black robe has a trace of rekindling.

Although Xiang'an's demonic cultivation in the Sand Clan is considered high, compared to other demons, it is very weak.

For Gu Feng's divine soul, who was accustomed to absorbing the cultivation of all the strong people to strengthen himself, this cultivation that had not reached the god level was not enough for him to stuff his teeth.

Because the other souls of the Lord are fragile, they are extremely eager to have a stronger cultivation at this time to strengthen themselves. And looking at the entire Thunder and Lightning Domain, the only person it can see as an eye cultivator is Shen Moli at the moment.

Restraining Shen Moli can also make Bai Yan have to back down, it can see Bai Yan's feelings for Shen Moli, and even feels that this is an opportunity to turn it over.

As long as the master is still there, even if the cultivation is extremely weak, the divine soul is an existence that is difficult to be destroyed.

Everyone outside regarded Gu Feng's spirit as their own, and they couldn't erase Gu Feng's haunting headache at all.

In the more than 10,000 years of the arrogant world, even the Demon Ancestor himself could not find the location of Gu Feng's master. As if the world had evaporated, Gu Feng's main master had disappeared from heaven and earth shortly after the Demon Ancestor met him, as if Gu Feng had always been a living dead without a body.

After his plan was achieved, he had never been able to get rid of the troubles, and the Demon Ancestor had also openly and secretly searched for Gu Feng's master many times, but no matter how he looked for it, he couldn't find any traces.

It's just that the chess game has already begun, and there is no way to stop.

The Demon Ancestor originally chose Gu Feng's chess, and the chess was a dangerous move, and he already had the worry of not being able to eliminate future troubles forever. It's just that because he can't find any other solution, in the years that Gu Feng has been loyal to guard, the Demon Ancestor has constantly hinted that Gu Feng has absorbed the demonic energy of the people in the world, and has continuously improved Gu Feng's own cultivation.

In order to feed the demonic qi of his own fetus, for ten thousand years, Gu Feng has been like a cultivation container that can resist the enemy, only thinking that he is improving himself and allowing himself to reach the top of the five clans, but in fact, all his efforts are just making wedding dresses for others.

When the cruel truth was peeled back layer by layer, Gu Feng's arrogance finally showed traces of cracking.

Only now, relying on the weak divine soul supported by Xiang'an's internal cultivation, he wanted to take advantage of the situation to rush into Shen Moli's body to plunder his cultivation in the fight with Shen Moli.

Although Shen Moli looked like he was only a Saint Rank Nine Heavens, Gu Feng, who had been plundering other people's cultivation for a long time, could clearly sense the powerful power hidden in Shen Moli's body.

Although he didn't know the source of that power, because of the greed and thirst for cultivation in his heart, Gu Feng's spirit manipulated Xiang'an's body, and waved his sword at Shen Moli's body several times.

Is it still a little weaker? After a few rounds of sword and killing Shen Mo Li, Gu Feng's mind flashed with a trace of loss.

The sword light and sword shadow floated between the two, combined with the background of ten thousand thunders, which made everyone's hearts tense when they saw the center of such a fierce fight.

Xiang An and Shen Moli were in the same Holy Rank Nine Heavens, and there was no distinction between high and low in the realm, and this hostile fight became a battle to the death where no one could get the slightest benefit. Under this enemy battle where the sword shadow was flying, although Tang Yuan looked up and watched, although he was extremely nervous, because of the rapidly changing moves and positions of Xiang'an and Shen Moli, Tang Yuan didn't know where to intervene if he wanted to intervene.

If you are not careful, one of its sideways intervention may not be able to help Shen Moli, but will cause Shen Moli to fall below due to distraction.

As a monster, although Tangyuan's cultivation is unpredictable, it makes people feel extremely profound. However, in front of the people who cared, Tang Yuan didn't know how to act for a while.

In vain, Tang Yuan couldn't help but gesture with his little fist, so excited as if he was the enemy himself. A bloodthirsty light also appeared in its seemingly harmless face, and it burst out in an instant: "Mother, you will definitely be able to beat that villain to the ground, don't let that self-righteous villain be flattened!"

The words sounded like they were cheering up, but they faintly made people feel a little bit of Shen Mo Li's lack of cultivation.

It's just that Tang Yuan is in a hurry to cheer Shen Moli at the moment, and where is he thinking about what is wrong with his words.

"Tangyuan, remember what I told you. Seeing that Tang Yuan stopped there and watched his fight without blinking, Shen Moli's willow eyebrows twisted slightly, and he prompted between a sword block.

As if the whole world had been forgotten, under Shen Moli's reminder, Tang Yuan suddenly realized that without anyone from the Sand Tribe, he turned around and disappeared into the crowd again.

Every word my mother said was extremely reasonable, and she must listen to her mother's words and act!

Hearing that Shen Moli was still having time to answer Tang Yuan, Gu Feng's dissatisfaction with Xiang An's cultivation in his heart reached the extreme.

"You're kind to the Sand people. It's a pity, no matter how hard you work, these people will eventually become the victims of my cultivation!" Xiang An's eyes flashed with a calculation that was incompatible with his own heart.

"With me, no matter what you do, you will never succeed. Shen Moli replied firmly.

At the moment when the shadow of a sword fell, she stabilized her mind and turned over like a butterfly borrowing skill, but in the blink of an eye, she had turned the Puchen Sword in her hand thousands of times.

This is the thaumaturgy that Shen Moli cultivated in her previous life, which can help her compare ten thousand unexpected swordsmanship in a dangerous situation, so that the opponent who is stronger than herself will be defeated in the unguardable swordsmanship.

Xiang'an's demonic cultivation was comparable to his own, and in Shen Moli's eyes, he could already be sure that this would be an extremely amazing long-term battle.

If the long-term hostility can be fought Xiang'an, it can be regarded as a defeat against Shen Moli. Bai Yan struggled to hold on to the enchantment, and she would never be able to endure the consumption of time like this all the time.

Using Tang Yuan to disguise himself as his own appearance, Shen Moli moved the location of the Sand Tribe with Bai Yan in the middle of Tang Yuan's right time and the Sand Tribe.

In order to reduce the worry and panic of the Sha people, Tang Yuan transformed into Shen Moli's appearance earlier, and that scene was really well performed, and it also brought Shen Moli and the others one step closer to the exit of this place where thunder and lightning were released.

Only now, seeing that he was only one step away from breaking out of this place, he suddenly killed such a character, which made Shen Moli's eyes darken, and he wanted to end such an enemy fight as soon as possible.

White Flame struggled to hold on to the barrier, suffering from the whipping of ten thousand thunders.