Mo Lun felt an unprecedented crisis, this kind of aura he had never experienced before, the person had not yet arrived, but that kind of coercion had almost made Mo Lun breathless, not good, run! Thinking of this, Mo Lun's feet moved, and the person disappeared in place, appearing in the void a hundred zhang away, although Mo Lun was fast enough, but that kind of coercion just followed him, and did not disappear, as if it was getting closer and closer. "Boy, where are you going?" an old voice came from afar. Immediately after, a thin old man appeared in front of Morun.

This old man is angular, the flesh and skin are attached to the bones, the eyes are deep-set, like a skeleton, and he still has two mustaches, it looks like a person is not a ghost, and he feels crazy at a glance. However, this person's cultivation is not weak, and he is close to the Great Perfection realm. Since Mo Lun's divine sense has been enhanced, Mo Lun can see their cultivation if it is not much higher than his realm, but this is such a realm, two levels higher than the current Mo Lun, and it is not easy to defeat this person. It is very likely that the enemy will be injured by 1,000 and self-inflicted by 800.

Mo Lun doesn't joke with his own life, his self-confidence is based on his own ability, without this ability, he will definitely run as far as he can, how fast he can escape, if he doesn't even have his life, what's the use of being confident. This is Morun's credo.

"You hurt my son's life, do you still want to run?" A coercion came from the other party's body, causing Mo Lun to involuntarily slow down. Mo Lun didn't dare to slack off, his hands formed a handprint in the air, and the colorful diamond body on his body gushed out. Constantly rotating around his body, even the air around him flashed outward, and the color of Mo Lun's skin changed from flesh to jade. Finally it turns golden yellow. With the appearance of the colorful diamond body, that coercion also disappeared.

But this did not increase the confidence of Moren to defeat his opponent, or his feet slipped and flew backwards, this time, Moren did not reserve at all, and ran into the distance as best he could. He has no sense of direction at all, as long as there is no one in front of him to stop him, he will rush forward desperately.

The person chasing Mo Lun behind is Feng Qianshu's father. It was the boss of this underground auction, but when the auction ended, he got a report from his subordinates, saying that Feng Qianshu and Pang Shaoji had led more than a dozen people out. As soon as I heard about it. Feng Wanli felt bad. If it's just two people who go out, at most they will drink together, or go to Cuihualou to find a girl, but if they go out with so many people, they must have taken a fancy to who took a picture of the baby, and this is not the first time such a thing has happened. Fortunately, the opponents they met in the first few times were weak, and they had a lot of people. Didn't suffer a loss, and got it every time.

For these things. Feng Wanli taught Feng Qianshu a lesson, but Feng Qianshu seemed to be addicted to playing, and he always secretly did these things with Pang Shaoji. I heard that I went out with someone again just now, Feng Wanli was still not at ease, and chased him here along the route indicated by his subordinates, but it was still too late, Mo Lun's cruel methods made him lose his son, although it was his son who was wrong first, but Mo Lun should not have asked for his son's life. No matter how much their children are spurned, no matter what bad things they do, in the eyes of their parents, their children are always the best.

Just after Feng Wanli chased after Mo Lun left, it turned out that there were already many people standing in the place where Mo Lun taught Pang Shaoji. When Mo Lun didn't leave, they didn't dare to come out, and when it was quiet, they walked out of their houses one after another, looking at the stumps and broken arms on the ground, and they couldn't help but feel terrible. In Liuyang City, they all knew how powerful Feng Qianshu was, and they also knew that Pang Shaoji was the first disciple of the Yansong Sect, and no one dared to say a word about their behavior, but the young man named Mo Lun did not hesitate to kill these two people. Before killing them, they were also asked to kneel on the ground and kowtow to confess, and called Grandpa Molun, and the common people felt relieved when they peeked in the house, and this young man named Molun gave them a bad breath.

The day soon dawned, and the news of the killing of Pang Shaoji and Feng Qianshu spread quickly, and the people who were close to them were indignant, they lacked a friend who smelled like, and lacked a person to provide them with information, because every time there was something good in the auction, Feng Qianli would notify them in advance; there were many people who also lacked a backer, because Pang Shaoji was the pride of the Yan Song Sect, and with this genius disciple covering, no one dared to provoke them in Liuyang City; while the ordinary people were rejoicing, Liuyang City lacked two scum, which could make people's lives more stable, no matter what good things you have at home, you don't have to be afraid of being remembered.

And Mo Lun became famous in Liuyang City, saying that he was a big hero of hoeing and raping, saying how he beat more than a dozen strong people in the middle stage of the god transformation to the ground with one move, and some people were learning the scene of them kowtowing to Mo Lun and confessing their crimes, and some people even learned their voice to call Grandpa Mo Lun. In short, it's not yet noon, and there is no one in Liuyang City who doesn't know the name Mo Lun.

At this time, Mo Lun didn't know what was happening in Liuyang City at all, and he was still running away without his life, because Feng Wanli was chasing after him, and no matter how fast Mo Lun's speed was, it was two levels less than the other party. It didn't take long for Feng Wanli to catch up, Mo Lun had already used the fastest speed, but he still didn't get rid of him, at this time they were all flying over the sea, and they couldn't go if they wanted to, Mo Lun casually threw the silver sword and golden hammer into the sky, and then there was the Sifang Tiandu Seal, and he used his divine sense to control these spiritual weapons and constantly attack Feng Wanli.

Seeing that Mo Lun finally stopped running away, Feng Wanli's face showed a sneer, and he waved his big hand towards Mo Lun's spiritual weapon, and a powerful spiritual power roared out of his hand, like an enraged tiger, making a deafening roar, and when Mo Lun's spiritual weapon came into contact with this spiritual power, the silver sword and golden hammer weighing ten thousand catties fluttered in the wind like a flat boat, gradually moving away from the two of them, and Feng Wanli's offensive disappeared.

Seeing that he could easily defuse his attack, Mo Lun didn't dare to slack off at all, raised his hands, six fingers were frequent, and two flames erupted forward like a dragon, for ordinary people, one cold and one hot flame is difficult to resist, because they belong to two types of flames, resisting the red flame, the blue ice flame will turn the other party into an iceman, and resisting the blue ice flame, the red flame will turn the other party into nothingness. But in the face of absolute strength, even if you have a thousand flames, they are all vulnerable.

Seeing the two flames attacking him, Feng Wanli's palms shot together, and the spiritual power emitted from his palms was like two hurricanes, sweeping the white clouds in the air, and even the void was about to be torn apart. This is not the end, the powerful spiritual power has been rushing towards Mo Lun along the route of the flames, and at this time, Mo Lun is sealing with both hands, when he realizes that the spiritual power is rushing towards him, the seal has not yet been completed, and the Summoning Sea Sutra is just half ready, if he gives up halfway at this time, Mo Lun will never have the opportunity to use the Summoning Sea Sutra again.

But the danger has come to the front, and the colorful diamond body on his body does not dare to guarantee that it can completely block Feng Wanli's attack, as soon as his divine sense moves, a huge shield is blocked in front of Mo Lun, this is the shell of the six-eyed sky tarantula, Mo Lun is very confident that with the shell of the six-eyed sky tarantula, the colorful diamond body plus the treasure armor on the body, can it still withstand the remaining blow of Feng Wanli?

There was a constant steam-like energy rising from the sea water on the sea surface, and little by little it entered the sea of Mo Lun's qi, at first it was very slow, like falling raindrops, rhythmically instilling into Mo Lun's body, and the more back, the more steam-like energy came out of the sea water, the thicker it became, and finally they all joined together, frantically surging into Mo Lun's body. Mo Lun's silhouette began to swell, like a balloon that had been blown up, bloated like Zhu Bajie, and the original golden skin began to fade and become somewhat transparent.

The shell of the six-eyed tarantula in front of Mo Lun was shattered by a huge burst of spiritual power, and even the colorful diamond body became a lot darker, but Mo Lun did not move in the slightest, although there was not much spiritual power left, his clothes were still blown and hunted, and his skin was as painful as if it had been cut by a knife.

At this time, Mo Lun didn't care about those at all, absorbed the last drop of spiritual power into his body, and then pushed his palms outward, and a mountain of spiritual power erupted from his palms, the sky was shattered, and the sea was even more windy, and the fish without spiritual power kept leaping towards the sea. Mo Lun had already exerted his ability to the maximum, and the spiritual power in the sea within a radius of ten miles had already been absorbed by him, even if it was a powerhouse of the Great Perfection Realm. Besides, Mo Lun is saving his life, he has done his best, if he still fails, it can only mean that Mo Lun's current realm is still too weak, and there are many people who can crush him to death lightly.

Looking at Mo Lun's attack, Feng Wanli also felt a trace of danger in his heart, he had never seen the spiritual power of the sea water as his own, and this kind of power was only possessed by those powerhouses of the Great Perfection Realm, and he had just set up a side. Despite this, Feng Wanli couldn't sit still, as soon as his hands moved, a low-level artifact Yellow Dragon Sword appeared in his hand, he instilled all the spiritual power into the Yellow Dragon Sword, and slashed at Mo Lun's roaring spiritual power, like a yellow dragon, opening its teeth and dancing claws, winding and circling, and the huge dragon's mouth was sprayed with the spiritual power that destroyed the world and the earth.

After all, Feng Wanli has already stepped into the Great Perfection realm with one foot, and the strong spiritual power is obvious, and with the low-level artifact in his hand, that kind of power is not something that a strong person in the middle stage of the god transformation can resist. Although Mo Lun had already absorbed the spiritual power in the sea water within a radius of ten miles, after all, the realm was there. It's like a five-year-old child, no matter how he defends the sky, he will not be the opponent of a twenty-year-old young man. (To be continued......)