The Wulan Mountains are so high that they run from east to west, and the tops of the mountains stand between the clouds, making it difficult for even the fierce birds that are very good at soaring to fly.

Changmen Gorge is like a line, cutting off the towering Wulan Mountains, a moat, connecting the north and south and dividing the east and west.

This is the shortest route over the Wulan Mountains, and the little war king must pass through here when he rushes back to the ancient kingdom of Nanzhao from the Holy Courtyard.

A manic storm blows, and tiny grains of sand hit people's faces. Mo Wenlei sat cross-legged on a big rock without moving, and his black clothes were blown by the strong wind.

Half-squinting in the direction of the mouth of the gorge, I had to avoid the cherry-sized pebbles blown by the strong wind from time to time.

"This bastard little war king, why is he walking so slowly?"

Mo Wen muttered angry scolding in his mouth, although he was full of righteous indignation at the beginning, plus three points because he thought that he was very good at killing people here, and his head went straight to this as soon as his head was hot.

I didn't expect that this Changmen Gorge was so sinful, the flying stones were like arrows, hitting the body and hurting, although the misty yellow sand had no power, but the eyes were sinned, and from time to time a few grains flew into the eyes, and tears flowed.

After waiting for a while, the figure of the little war king still did not appear at the mouth of the gorge, Mo Wen really lost his patience, and simply turned his back to the storm.

It's better to hit the back of the head than to hit the eye, isn't it?

As far as the eye can see, there is only a gray-black or blueish stone wall, nothing else, and the manic wind blows down three layers of yellow sand on the uneven stone wall, blowing forward, and dozens of zhang away is a foggy patch.

The wind not only tore his clothes, but also blew Mo Wen's black hair all over his head, crackling on his face, eyes, nose, and mouth, and the grains of sand were like aphids on flowers.

"Bastard, Yujian's handsome little war king later, but I'm like a beggar, isn't this a little embarrassing?"

Mo Wen, who was extremely angry, simply closed his eyes and listened to the movement in the wind.

"Hoo ......"

The strong wind blowing by his side suddenly became messy.

"Someone has stepped into Nagato Gorge!"

Mo Wen stood up suddenly, turned to look in the direction of the gorge, a stream of dust and sand was lifted from the ground, and finally dispersed by the stirring wind, and a figure slowly appeared in sight.

Dressed in a light gold python robe, with black hair and silver eyes, holding a dragon and a golden gun, he is majestic and heroic, and has the posture of a dragon and a phoenix among people.

"Little War King!" Mo Wen gritted his teeth and whispered, seeing this person again, he actually made him so angry, the injuries suffered by the eldest brother must be repaid!

"Heh! It turned out to be the little prince of the Eastern Wilderness, Kunwu Mountain is so confident, dare to let you come and kill me? Or do you think you can really win me?" The little war king sneered, with yin poison in the corners of his eyes, and the revenge of the arrow that day made him return with interest today.

"Hmph! Your subordinates are defeated, and it's easy to kill you!"

Mo Wen drank coldly, took a step forward, and the surrounding storm was suddenly disturbed by a powerful aura.

"Hehehe......" The little war king looked at Mo Wen and sneered, and said coldly: "Since this is the case, then I will be happy to remove this shame from you for the Eastern Wilderness!"

After the little war king finished speaking, he shook the spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear pulled out a beautiful spear flower in the storm, he jumped suddenly, and with the power of the wind, like a big peng spreading its wings and swooping straight to the place where he asked, the spear turned into a line in mid-air and slashed straight down.

Before the spear arrived, the powerful aura was already pressed down like a mountain, and Mo Wen hurriedly dodged aside.

"Boom ......"

The spear of the little war king did not stop, slashing to the ground, the boulders exploded one after another, and the powerful wind swept and rammed in all directions.

"Drink!" The blow missed, the little war king drank in his mouth, and the spear swept over, and the powerful Liliang made the spear cut through the void and rumble.

The strong wind pulled the clothes and hunted, and the face hurt, Mo Wen was shocked, and the cultivation of the unsuppressed little war king was really much stronger.

A thousand-pound boulder flying on his side crashed into the attacking spear, and Mo Wen's body retreated several meters again.

"Look where else you can retreat!" Looking at Mo Wen, who had retreated again, the corner of the little war king's mouth sneered, and the sweeping spear suddenly rushed towards him, stabbing at Mo Wen's throat, with awe-inspiring murderous intent.

"Humph!"

Looking at the smug little war king, Mo Wen also sneered, and the ape prince in his hand suddenly stabbed out.

"Smack!"

The ape-male's scabbard slammed into the tip of the spear, and the powerful energy escaped, and an explosion erupted.

In an instant, the little war king only felt a huge force coming, and the spear in his hand shook violently, almost coming out of his hand.

He was horrified in his heart, and after a few days of not seeing it, the brute force of this waste had skyrocketed several times!

"Huh, can you hold it?"

Looking at the little war king with a gun in both hands, Mo Wen sneered, and the arm holding the ape suddenly shook hard.

"Ahh

The little war king exclaimed, only to feel an unrelenting huge force coming from the spear, his hands were numb with shock, and the spear slid backwards with a thud, slamming into his chest.

With such speed and great strength, not to mention piercing the chest, even if it hits, it will be seriously injured, the little war king was horrified, and wanted to lead the spear to his side, but he felt that the spear in his hand was as if it was alive, and he couldn't hold it at all, so he hurriedly let go and avoided to the side in a panic.

The spear was greatly forced, and suddenly "swished" into a golden thread, and flew quickly behind him, and sank into the cliff with a clatter.

"What a domineering Liliang!" The little war king looked at the pitch-black cave left by the spear on the cliff wall, and his heart was shocked, but his mouth was evil: "Hmph! Can an empty man defeat me with brute strength?

"You're so noisy!" Mo Wen sneered, strode forward, and smashed his fist into the door of the little war king, and the domineering Liliang stirred the storm around him, flying sand and stones.

"Hmph, the ants of the foundation realm, then I will let you see Liliang who has crossed the two realms. ”

The little war king sneered, and the powerful momentum in his body suddenly exploded, forcing the surrounding storm back several feet.

Pale golden runes shone around it, densely packed, like an oven, arching it.

"Quenching the Skin!" Looking at the vision around the little war king, Mo Wen exclaimed loudly.

The realm of quenching skin is completely different from building a foundation or cultivating qi, and the two realms in front of the monk are just paving the way for quenching skin, except that the physical body is stronger than ordinary people, the rest do not have much ability at all.

However, the Quenching Realm is different, the monk Na Natal Rune enters the body, and can cultivate a powerful source force in the body, which can be turned into a Gang Qi body, and can be cultivated to a high and deep place, or it can be attacked out of the body, which is terrifyingly powerful.

But even so, Mo Wen was not afraid, and the more powerful Liliang burst out and smashed forward with a punch.

"Hmph!

Seeing that he had used the Liliang of the Quenching Realm, the waste actually dared to force it, the little war king suddenly sneered, the golden source power wrapped his fist, and he punched forward.

"Bang!"

The fists collided, and a shocking bang suddenly broke out. Powerful energy catharsis, and the surrounding boulders were shattered.

The two figures flew out upside down at the same time, both of them stood still after more than ten steps, looking at each other in horror and inexplicably.

"Is this the realm of quenching skin? Liliang has actually strengthened so much, even if he cultivates the thirteen precedent weather against the sky, it is still difficult to resist. ”

Mo Wen was shocked in his heart, even if he had overestimated the combat power of the Little War King Quenching Realm before, he still didn't expect it to be so strong.

He didn't know that the little war king at this moment was even more shocked, and Liliang, who was using all his strength to quench the skin, was actually forced back by that waste

Moreover, what made him even more horrified was that the force that rushed into his body just now was like the innate power of the Qi Cultivation Realm.

"How is this possible? Could it be that this waste has already broken through the realm of foundation building? If this is the case, then this son must die no matter what it is today, otherwise with the strength of the foundation, there will be no one to control the Eastern Wilderness in the future. ”

Feeling a serious threat, the little war king's eyes that looked at Mo Wen had a stronger killing intent, and the runes around him were shining, as if they were about to burn, and with boundless killing intent, they rushed straight to Mo Wen's place.

"You want to kill me?

The strong killing intent was like thousands of sharp stabs, Mo Wen immediately sneered and went straight up.

The little war king suddenly stomped on the ground with one foot halfway, leaping into the air, and instantly hung in front of Mo Wen's eyes, and his right hand slashed down with a fierce knife.

"Boom...... Click......"

Before the hand arrived, the powerful pressure was to collapse the ground within a radius of several feet, and the air rushed to the ground under the huge pressure, kicking up endless dust and sand.

In the face of such a blow containing killing intent, Mo Wen didn't dare to hold it up at all, and his momentum soared to the extreme, and he blocked it with both palms.

"Bang...... Rumble......"

With a loud bang, the ground in a radius of several feet suddenly fell, and Mo Wen's body was short, and all his calves were submerged in the ground.

"Drink!"

He let out a low shout, pulled out the stone face with his right foot, and kicked the lower abdomen of the little war king.

Mo Wen was able to block this blow without the expectation of the little war king, at the moment when Mo Wen kicked a kick, his left hand suddenly slapped out with a palm, blocking Mo Wen's kick, and his body suddenly rose into the air with the power of the countershock, and a flip fell rapidly, and his palms slammed towards the top of Mo Wen's head with a matchless momentum.

"Cluck-......"

The powerful momentum is like Mount Tai pressing on the top, the ground that was originally sinking is actually sinking again, Mo Wen looked at the top of his head in shock, only to see a pair of big palms like a millstone cover, wrapped in golden source power, one by one dark golden runes shining.

"Bang!"

His feet stomped on the ground, the gravel flew, and Mo Wen held his palms up, and his body was like a cannonball crashing into the air.

"Bang!"

The four were opposed, and the powerful wind shot out, and the storm in Changmen Gorge was suddenly cut off by the waist.