"Look for death!"

The man snorted coldly, his sword eyebrows were upside down, his eyes were like torches, and with a wave of his hand, the demonic qi around his body suddenly turned into a sharp black magic sword, like a raging storm shooting out towards Mo Lang.

"It's all secret!"

Mo Lang didn't hesitate, and directly used the word secret to increase his attributes tenfold!

Rumble!

Mo Lang was just a simple punch, and suddenly everything was quiet, and then the heavens and the earth roared, like a spring thunder exploding, and the entire Wuhun City was shaking!

What's even more terrifying is that with Mo Lang's punch being delivered, where the fist light passed, a large area of space fell off casually, and even the chain of order of this piece of heaven and earth emerged, making a deafening sound of chain turmoil!

If it weren't for the fact that [All Character Secret] could only improve Mo Lang's own attributes, and could not be increased together with the artifact set bonus, this punch would be even more terrifying!

But even so, with the addition of the word secret and the artifact set, Mo Lang's punch had already exceeded one million catties!

Even if an ordinary second-level divine mansion appeared, he wouldn't be able to take Mo Lang's punch!

Unless it is a god who walks the strongest path to godhood.

But the Shura gods have said that the strongest path to becoming a god is an ancient road, even if he has only heard of it, he has never seen it at all.

I saw that the flying sword of demonic qi that was as dense as a torrential rain, under the light of Mo Lang's fist, was like a mud cow entering the sea, disappeared and disappeared into the air.

Shoot a lonely.

"What kind of secret art is this?!"

Seeing the explosion of Mo Lang's punch, the power was so terrifying, and the man finally showed a dignified expression.

This punch was even more powerful than the sword he had just had.

If you say, your sword seriously injured the demigod...

Then this punch is enough to kill the demigods!

The question is...... Isn't this stepping horse the world of soul masters?

Appearance of a martial artist?

Is this reasonable?

Gan!

However, this move is not a simple physical attack.

As the Demon Emperor of the Abyss Plane, how could it be so simple to attack?

"No......

Mo Lang also sensed that something was wrong, frowned, stared at the dissipated demonic qi in the air, and then looked around, and the scene unconsciously changed into the Holy Soul Village!

"Child, don't cry, grandpa is happiest to see you become a great soul master, cough cough cough ......

Old Jack's white hair was sparse, his breath was dying, his originally bright eyes had become cloudy, but he still tried to make himself look energetic, and his vicissitudes of life wanted to raise his hand to touch the boy he had brought up again, but he tried his best to still only lift a few fingers.

"Old Jack ......"

Looking at Old Jack's appearance, Mo Lang's heart tightened, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

It was the last thing he wanted to see.

That is to see Old Jack grow old in front of him.

He has been an orphan for two lifetimes, and he has some inseparable feelings for Old Jack, who adopted him.

This is also what, when Mo Lang saw the ancestral dragon's essence blood, the first thing he thought of was to improve Old Jack's physique.

Perhaps this is the first time he has felt the warmth of family affection in his two lives, which is hard-won, and he cherishes and cares about it.

Or perhaps, filial piety comes first, which is engraved in the bones of Chinese people.

So when he saw Old Jack's appearance, he was touched in his heart.

The scenes that came to mind when I got along with Old Jack came to mind.

"Bunny, you drink so young!"

"Old Jack, you don't understand, I'm calling it drinking to kill my sorrows."

"You're so small, what's so worrying?"

"I'm worried that you're so old, and you're still single......

"Stinky boy, no big or small, come, accompany grandpa, it's not grandpa blowing, the widow next door secretly steals me!"

……

"Boy, guess what kind of meat this is?

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"Old Jack, you're not going to slay dragons, are you? This must be dragon meat!"

"Go, go, go! This is soul beast meat, I heard that it can increase your chances of awakening the martial soul!"

"Old Jack, why do you want me to be a soul master so much?"

"Then you need to ask? Soul master is the most noble duty in this continent, how can anyone who is a grandfather not want his grandson to have a career?"

"In the future, your kid will strive to let the Holy Soul Village be renamed Contra Douluo Village, and grandpa will be satisfied, if you kid can make the Holy Soul Village renamed Title Douluo Village, even if grandpa dies, he can smile Jiuquan!"

After returning to the Holy Soul Village for a month, Old Jack drank high, patted Mo Lang's shoulder with red light and said three good words in a row.

But what is good, everyone present understands.

The first granddaughter-in-law is good.

The second one is good.

The third one is getting better and better.

"Hehe, seven emotions and six desires are really the most constant concern of human beings, no matter how strong you are? Isn't it easy to fall into a fantasy?" Seeing Mo Lang's eyes gradually become sluggish, the Demon Emperor showed a disdainful sneer.

Immediately with a wave of his hand again, the Abyss Demon Sword appeared again, slashing at Mo Lang with a sword!

Burst!

In an instant, Mo Lang was beheaded by a sword and fell in a pool of blood.

Looking at Mo Lang's corpse, the Demon Emperor's body changed into an indescribable giant beast wrapped in demonic energy, and then opened his mouth, sucked violently, and directly swallowed Mo Lang in one gulp.

After swallowing, he licked his lips and showed a satisfied look on his face.

"Doesn't it taste good?"

The Demon Emperor subconsciously wanted to nod, but the whole person was instantly terrified, as if facing a great enemy, and every hair on his body stood up!

He turned his head to look at the figure behind him, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Didn't you get swallowed by me?"

The Demon Emperor just wanted to speak, but found that the young man in white had said what he was thinking.

"How do you know what I'm trying to say?"

This time, the young man in white didn't steal the Demon Emperor's lines.

I saw that the young man in white smiled, his white clothes turned into a red armor like blood, his long black hair also turned red, and a monstrous demonic aura erupted from his body, like an ancient demon god, sitting on the highest position, shocking the Liuhe Eight Desolations!

Especially when his red eyes, which did not contain a trace of emotion and were extremely indifferent, scanned the Demon Emperor's body, the latter felt that the sky was about to fall!

The former said lightly: "Because I am the ancestor of all demons, you are just a wisp of my doppelganger, and I don't kneel down when I see the deity!"

The tone was understated, but it seemed to contain the coercion of the Supreme Dao, which made the Demon Emperor terrified, his legs were weak, and his Dao heart almost collapsed directly!

"Why haven't I heard of the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons? Boy, you want to use the illusion to blind me, and you're a little tender!" The Demon Emperor forcibly kept himself from kneeling, and struggled to raise his head to look at the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons that Mo Lang had turned into.

It's just that if this is really an illusion, then what's going on with this powerful coercion?

The Demon Emperor was also shocked in his heart.

"If you don't believe it, then you can die!"

I saw that the ancestor of ten thousand demons sitting on the highest position waved his hand, and a huge palm turned into a monstrous demon qi slapped at the demon emperor!

Rumble!

There was a loud bang.

A smile suddenly appeared on the Demon Emperor's face, and he let the huge palm slap down.

It's just that the huge palm, when a smile appeared on his face, suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding area also returned to the original scene of Wuhun City.

He looked at the young man in white in front of him, who also looked at him.

It turned out that Mo Lang had seen through his illusion, and when he thought he had succeeded, he fell into the illusion arranged by Mo Lang again.

This round can be said to be a dead end.

But then, it's not about high and low.

It's life and death!