A few days later, the elders of the major forces also went out one after another, and some of the hidden thousand-year-old monsters couldn't help but come.

In the back, even some of the next generation of mountain masters or the next generation of sect leaders who were rumored to have died have appeared.

These talents are really "old and immortal", and their cultivation is terrifying, but their qi and blood are corrupted, their longevity is exhausted, and they are really not far from death.

For a time, Kunwu Mountain was actually the top masters of the two realms of good and evil who had accumulated more than seventy percent of the Eastern Wilderness, and more than thirty percent of them were those old monsters who were even more terrifying than the current sect leader and mountain master.

There are many powerful people, geniuses are everywhere, and there are many people who have deep hatreds and haters, once they are provoked, they will inevitably set off a shocking war.

This is a real catastrophe, even if Kunwushan tries his best to suppress it, but the ultimate two fists are difficult to defeat the four hands, and many times both sides should not be offended, and it is extremely difficult to mediate.

Mo Jiuyou and the others are worried day by day, according to this momentum, it is difficult to think of accidents, but there is nothing to be done, they can only continue to strengthen their defense, but one day they will not be able to suppress it.

After more than a month, some people began to withdraw from the crowd sitting cross-legged, some of them had great gains, with smiles on their faces, and some of them stood up with gloomy faces and hopeless faces.

But they didn't leave, and they still lingered in Kunwu Mountain, and the smell of gunpowder was very strong between each other.

Cultivation is like thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge, and brutal competition erupts into brutal killings; in the hands of these famous masters, who does not have dozens or hundreds of lives, and who can not have a few great enemies of life and death? Some great sect masters, mountain masters, and so on, have done not a few deeds of slaughtering mountains and exterminating religions.

A young and vigorous monk is just when his blood is strong, how can he endure it when he encounters a great enemy?

No one knows when he will die, but when he sees the great enemy, he will fight to the death, otherwise he will die one day.

And those old enemies have died, and the new enemies have not yet existed, they all know that there will be a big excitement to see in the future, and they are even more reluctant to leave.

More and more battles broke out, and finally Mo Jiuqian said: "It's useless to force pressure, it's better to take advantage of their wishes, sacrifice the ancient battle platform, and let them go there to settle their personal grievances." ”

In the end, under the auspices of Mo Wen's grandfather Mo Jiuyou, several ancient battle platforms were sacrificed, and everyone occupied one side, or sparred, or fought to the death, as long as it was not destroyed and affected itself, Kunwu Mountain did not care.

The tragic war broke out, and as soon as the battle platform started, seven great master-level figures were killed on the same day, that is, three or four of the great sect leaders died.

In the next few days, this storm was better than one day, and with the help of well-intentioned people, even the people of Kunwu Mountain in the town were swept into the storm.

The wind and rain in Kunwu Mountain were fierce, and the Rune Pavilion was also uneasy, as soon as the stone dragon crashed into Mo Wen's chest, it burst out with extremely terrifying energy, making Mo Wen's body almost burst.

Mo Wen had no doubt that at this moment, all the pores on his body must be spurting blood, and all the bones were crushed by tyranny.

What a terrifying existence of the Holy Spirit of the Sacred Mountain, even if it is a child, it is by no means something that human beings can bear.

However, as long as it is subjected to a period of time, the Holy Spirit essence blood deposited in the body will repair the damaged body, but the premise is that he can subdue the head stone dragon, otherwise everything will be tied, and even if the body is repaired at that time, I am afraid that it will not be used by himself.

Although this is only an origin rune, it obviously has its own divine sense, and it is by no means surrendered when it enters Mo Wen's body, as soon as it enters the body, it rushes straight towards his divine sense.

Mo Wen was extremely frightened, and hurriedly mobilized all the innate qi in his body to firmly guard his divine sense.

"Roaring ......"

The stone dragon roared angrily, waving its sharp claws, and kept tearing at the innate qi of Mo Wen's guardian divine sense.

The stone dragon is powerful, but Mo Wen's Qi Cultivation Thirteen is also beyond the world's cognition, extremely powerful, and even if the stone dragon tears it with all his strength, it is still difficult to shake.

Mo Wen felt that he was more than defensive, and suddenly two innate qi separated, turned into two sharp blades, and quickly slashed towards the stone dragon across the void, and the stone dragon was immediately cut squarely.

"Whoa!

There were two loud bangs, and the sparks splashed, but they only cut off a little dust, and the body of the stone dragon was so hard that it could not be shaken at all.

But this blow completely angered Shi Long, and he slowly stopped his body, coiling in the void, a pair of crimson pupils staring at Mo Wen's divine sense, and clusters of anger were burning.

"Whew......"

It suddenly roared angrily, shook the nine heavens, turned into an afterimage, and quickly pounced on Mo Wen, the four claws seemed rough, like a newly carved stone carving, but it was sharp and difficult, and it grabbed Mo Wen's divine sense at once, and actually cut off most of the innate qi.

Mo Wen was shocked, and the two innate qi flying in the air hurriedly returned to help, but after all, he was a step too late, and the stone dragon broke through the defense with one claw, and viciously grabbed Mo Wen's divine sense.

The pain came from the depths of the soul, and it was no longer heart-rending or worse than death, and it felt like putting itself under a millstone and crushing it countless times.

Under the unimaginable pain of divine consciousness, the whole person's thinking almost instantly stopped, but Mo Wen knew that he couldn't, otherwise he would definitely be doomed.

"Ah......h

Mo asked Yang Tian roared, and the two innate qi that were outside before quickly merged into the defense.

"Whoa!"

The stone dragon grabbed it with one claw again, probed into the innate qi, and the sharp claws tore through the large layer, leaving an extremely weak layer without breaking through. The stone dragon roared, reaching out its claws and grabbing it again.

Without waiting for the claws to fall, the innate qi in Mo Wen's body suddenly condensed, turning into an invisible sword and slashing forward.

"Whoa!"

The sparks splashed, and large pieces of rubble flew, and the stone dragon was cut out several feet, and flew upside down in embarrassment, but it did not hurt its roots, but it left a white mark on the rough rock body.

Mo Wen was shocked in his heart, this sacred mountain spirit was really terrifying.

However, this is also reasonable, the Holy Spirit of the sacred mountain has always belonged to the existence of legends, and when he is an adult, he can be compared to the gods, and in ancient times, there were legends of the gods falling for him.

But even if the words in the ancient biographies are conclusive, they are still things, and for countless thousands of years, the world has not thought that it is only fiction and does not exist in the world.

The people of the Eastern Wilderness may be glad that if it weren't for the Six Kingdoms' plot of the Holy Spirit 10,000 years ago, which finally caused the bloody disaster of the Eastern Wilderness, thus confirming its existence, who in the world would dare to take it seriously?

Even if you don't ask, if you don't face the Holy Spirit when you build the foundation first, and when you break through the level the last time, you will bathe in the essence and blood of the Holy Spirit, and you will see the god-like existence of the coffin puller, and the majesty of the blood of the Holy Spirit of the Divine Mountain will be gradually bleached in his heart, that is, he has the thirteen innate qi of the heavens, and then borrow his ten guts, and he will not dare to pay attention to this origin rune.

But his ambition is very big, and it is unimaginable to ordinary people in the Great Dao, and he had to do this with an oath he once made, otherwise if her words are true, how can he fulfill his promise?

I couldn't help but think of the little girl who was huddled in the corner and shivering, she was so helpless, so afraid.

"Is there really a god in the world?"

Whenever he thought of this, he always felt a monstrous anger in his heart, and he always felt that there were gods standing high in the clouds looking down on him, and his eyes were full of mockery and banter.

He had a strong ** to knock the high creatures down from the clouds and let them fall to the dust.

"Roaring ......"

The roar of the stone dragon pulled him back from his endless thoughts, and the sharp sword that flew out flew out flew back in an instant, turning into an empty glass bell in an instant, guarding the divine consciousness in the center.

"Whoa!"

The sharp claws of the stone dragon are boundless and easily scratch the big bell, Mo Wen whispered softly, and a mouthful of the glass god bell was generated, the big bell set the small bell, and the bell in the bell, layer by layer against the stone dragon claws.

"Drink!"

He roared in his mouth, and the Endless Glass Divine Bell suddenly enlarged, and slammed into the stone dragon's body with a bang, knocking it out.

The stone dragon roared angrily, hurriedly returned, and the sharp claws quickly grabbed it, smashing a large bell, and Mo Wen was frightened and quickly laid down a defense.

The Holy Spirit of the Sacred Mountain has a long luck, and the attacks are continuous, and the sharp claws do not know how many defenses to break through.

Mo Wen was tired of coping, and for a while, not only was he powerless to fight back, but he also had the bad luck of being robbed at any time.

Looking at the stone dragon who was attacking for half a moment, and the offensive still did not stop at all, Mo Wen was shocked and frightened in his heart, desperately mobilizing the innate qi of his whole body, and resisting with all his might, which could hold the immortality of his divine sense.

But if the stone dragon continued to attack like this, it was only a matter of time before the defenses were broken.

"Roaring ......"

The stone dragon roared and shook the sky, and kept attacking, as if he wanted to completely defeat Mo Wen in one go, but at every critical moment, Mo Wen could always breathe a sigh of relief, which was worthy of resistance.

Both of them are attacking and defending, and they are both insisting, and no one can help anyone for a while.

Under such a crazy attack, the innate qi in Mo Wen's body was consumed hugely, and the thirteen innate qi was reduced from the thickness of the child's arm until it was as thick as a thumb, and his divine consciousness was even more dizzy, and there was a sign that the source power was exhausted.

But looking at the stone dragon, it was also not happy, although the arrogance was still extremely arrogant, but Mo Wen could obviously feel that it was gradually weakening.

Its body was also shrinking, and white gas was bubbling from its body, as if it had evaporated from sublimation.

On the gray rock, there were runes generated by natural patterns exposed, and a dark golden rune was revealed on its forehead, shining brightly and brightly.

Although this stone dragon offensive is strong, it will definitely not last, Mo Wen said secretly in his heart.

And he also found that the power that disappeared from the stone dragon's body was gradually replenished in his body.

Mo Wen's spirit is greatly lifted, as long as he continues to stick to it and survive this round of fierce attack, the victory will definitely belong to him.