The dignity of the Temple of Razor, not allowed, he lost to a waste.

That's right, the seventh is a waste!

Mo Jiu has always hated the weak, and he doesn't even bother to bully waste.

Now, he can't even handle such a waste?

A few knives were swung down, and for those ancient tree vines, it didn't hurt at all, but it only left a few scratches.

"Hehehe, Mo Jiu, come on, work harder—what are you doing with such a soft pairing?"

Mo Nai didn't make a move, but he smiled extremely presumptuous in front of Mo Jiu, here, he is the absolute king!

Mo Jiu's strength, visually, ninety-nine percent has been controlled, and he must be working hard to death now.

He Mo Nai clearly understood that if he faced off with strength, he was not Mo Jiu's opponent at all.

I'm afraid that in the Cangyi Temple, only Mo Jiu will walk into the Mausoleum of the First Emperor unsuspectingly.

Shadow Allure City is going to die in a hurry, if even the demon Mo Jiu is killed like this, it is estimated that the few wisps she goes out will directly become negative.

Even if she goes out, the people in the Cangyi Temple know that His Royal Highness the Demon Sin chased her to the Southern Wilderness, if Mo Jiu dies, the people of the Cangyi Temple will definitely hunt her down for the rest of her life, and she can only spend the rest of her life in endless escape.

Just thinking about it like this, Ying Allure felt goosebumps all over his body, and he was uncomfortable to death.

"You think Mo Jiu is too fragile." Huang Qingwan was very calm, pulling Shadow Allure while looking for something that might weaken Mo Jiu's power.

If Mo Jiu was defeated by that sick man just because his strength was weakened, then Huang Qing would really be disappointed in him.

Even if she is her own figure, she is not necessarily Mo Jiu's opponent, such a powerful man, who has been chasing her for so long, is one of the few characters who can make Huang Qing have a headache.

"But--" Shadow Allure wanted to say something.

I only heard Mo Jiu's roar, and the ice blue light all over his body walked away in an instant, and the beautiful man who was originally as quiet as the wind, at this moment, was like a wild beast, Mo Jiu, with silver hair flying all over his head, and his beautiful and delicate face became a little hideous.

A pair of ice blue eyes were bloodshot, and it looked as if they had instantly turned blood-red.

The war knife in his hand suddenly turned blood red!

The diamond-shaped totem in the center of his eyebrows, at this time, like a flame, suddenly jumped.

Behind him, a blood-red laurel tree condensed from red light appeared!

"What?" Mo Nai was obviously startled, and subconsciously took dozens of steps back until he retreated to the edge of the pool of blood.

Mo Jiu held the blood-red war knife in his hand and swung it violently towards those vines.

In the air, there was a terrible sound like a ghost's scream.

Those vines were directly shattered by the blood-red war knife in Mo Jiu's hand.

The powerful coercion spread, shattering the spirit stone wall paved with spirit stones, and opening a few thin cracks.

And the ancient tree vines that originally wanted to attack him retreated one after another as if they were frightened.

The blood in the blood pool was shaken by his roar, and it fluctuated restlessly, as if there was a roar at the bottom of the blood pool, and several corpses were shaken out.

Those corpses, corroded by the pool of blood, were like twisted flowers, entangled together.