......

Chen Mo stuffed a pill for Xiaoba, walked to Zang Pengwei's side, leaned down, lifted the corner of his clothes, and helped him wipe away his tears.

I didn't forget to complain about Xiaoba's sentence here: "This little turtle has made people cry, and I will teach him a good lesson when I go back." ”

"In the next game, the scattered cultivator Fei Mo Mingyang faced off against Qinghua Sect Shen Tu Wenbin. The referee elder announced. He beckoned someone to drag Zang Pengwei, who was crying bitterly, down.

"Fei Mo mixed yang?"

This person took the stage again, but Chen Mo was moved, and defeated Zhao You of Tianjimen in one move, and the Qingming coffin on his back did not play at all. It can be seen that this person is not very human, maybe he is a strong opponent behind.

"Senior brother, be careful. From afar, Ouyang Tuo of the Qinghua Sect reminded loudly, attracting Chen Mo's look.

only met the expressionless Shentu Wenbin, so calm that people couldn't guess what he was thinking. glanced at the three-foot long sword in his hand and walked towards the ring.

The diminutive Fei Mo Mingyang was already standing in the ring. Zhao You, the Tianji Gate in World War I, can be said to have become famous, and no one dares to laugh at his short height and unattractive appearance.

The Qingming coffin wrapped in black cloth was still on his back, and his deep pupils were like two ancient wells, calm and waveless, and bursts of coldness emanated.

"Please. Shentu Wenbin raised his sword and said coldly.

Closing his deep eyes slightly, the gray-brown wisps of Xuangang on Fei Mo Mingyang's body lingered all over his body, and his body did not move, but his yin qi was pressing.

"Qiang"

Shentu Wenbin pulled out the long sword in his sheath, and a blush flashed under the scarlet sun. It seemed to be stained with blood, cutting through the coagulated breath.

Fast!

Knowing the other party's strength, Shentu Wenbin could only think about it in his heart. When he hasn't shown his ultimate, win quickly.

In the middle of his thoughts, a phantom figure had been pulled out behind him, and the long sword was in front of him.

Stirrup~

There was a tremor of the blade entering the wood, and the long sword in his hand pierced into the soft Xuangang, but it seemed to be nailed into the sunken wood. It was difficult to pierce for half a minute, and the tremor made Shentu Wenbin's mouth numb.

Suddenly, Fei Mo opened his eyes suddenly. The scattered coldness made the figure tremble. The Xuangang of the protective body was like a splash of ink, spreading along the blade of the sword.

In an instant, the two of them were enveloped, and the gray-brown aura turned into a hideous soul. With a terrifying wail. Surrounded by all sides.

"Corpse Howling Array!"

Shentu Wenbin's eyes froze, he had already seen this move, and then he waved sideways and threw out the long sword, and the long sword came out of his hand, drawing an arc, and rising into the sky.

In mid-air, the long sword suddenly turned into countless sharp edges, like a rain of swords. The target reaches the surrounding "Spirits".

"Break the formation. ”

Bang bang......

The long sword with sword qi was injected into the corpse howling array, causing an explosion. The wailing "unjust soul" turned into wisps of gray-brown breath and gradually dissipated.

Suddenly.

The scattered aura was instantly retracted into Fei Mo's mixed yang body. His childlike body, facing a red sun, soared back two or three feet into the air.

But the person still landed on the ground, and a black gauze tent rose from his back, covering the scarlet light of the slanting sun, like a devil elf with wings, full of hideousness.

Immediately after, a dull wind sounded, and a bronze coffin had passed over his head.

"Qingming coffin. ”

In an instant, tens of thousands of people, including Chen Mo, held their breath.

I saw that the bronze Qingming coffin was slightly one zhang long, and the four walls were inlaid with a string of fist-sized skulls, and the head of the coffin lid was carved with this dense charm, exuding this eerie atmosphere.

Suddenly, ...... The sound of the coffin opening was heard.

Wisps of eerie black gas, with the smell of rotting corpses, emerged from the crevices that were gradually growing.

Suddenly, a palm with green nails rested on the edge of the open coffin.

No, not one, two, three......

As the coffin opened, the edges of the long Qingming coffin were covered with claws, and even some of them that couldn't find a place to put their hands had overlapped together.

"How many are there?"

Shentu Wenbin, who had witnessed all this recently, was almost out of breath by the gloomy aura that filled the surroundings.

A sharp wail suddenly came from the coffin, echoing over the entire hall of tens of thousands of people. With that chilling hiss, a man dressed in tattered clothes flew out of the Qingming coffin, and it would be more accurate to say that he was a living corpse than a person.

The sparse white hair, its skull can be faintly seen, especially the sunken pupils, maybe they are no longer pupils, but two bottomless holes, just some dry flesh on the surface.

"Demon corpse?" Chen Mo couldn't help blurting out, but when he looked closely, it was not a demon corpse.

"I'm dripping mom. Yuan Haocang exclaimed in amazement.

Yes~

The walking corpse raised his head and wailed again, and suddenly woke up Shentu Wenbin, he didn't care about wiping away the cold sweat overflowing from his forehead, and his fingers together stirred up a layer of Xuangang protection in his body, and the sword array around him seemed to be induced, and he turned to the target with a few swishs.

Just as the blade of the sword pointed at the walking corpse, Fei Mo Mingyang, who was above the sky, opened his arms, his small palm was claw-shaped, and wisps of ink-like breath rushed into the Qingming coffin.

There were a few more hisses, and more than a dozen walking corpses flashed in the coffin like phantoms, all of them hideous and lifeless.

Fei Mo Mingyang recited an incomprehensible incantation in his mouth, and more than a dozen walking corpses seemed to have been injected with stimulants, pulling black phantoms behind them, and pounced on Shentu Wenbin with crossed teeth and claws.

Woo ......

Directly breaking through the sword formation of Shentu Wenbin's body, the Dao Dao sword almost penetrated the body of the walking corpse, but the walking corpse did not feel it at all and continued to rush.

In an instant, he was surrounded by it, accompanied by a terrifying wail, and his blade-like claws slashed around Shentu Wenbin's side.

And the other party has no chance to fight back at all.

Bang.

Suddenly, there was an explosion, and Shentu Wenbin was thrown out of the walking corpse array and fell heavily three feet away.

The clothes on his body have long been gone, the naked upper body, the scratches that are deep and visible are clearly visible, and the bright red blood is dripping one by one, and under the red sun, this person seems to have just crawled out of the pool of blood.

He tried to stand up a few times, but obviously the pain in his bones made him unbearable, and after a few to no avail, Shentu Wenbin lay on the ground and stopped moving.

And Fei Mo seems to have already concluded that the opponent has no power to fight back. The walking corpse has already been put into the coffin, and the Qingming coffin is wrapped in black cloth and carried on the back.

Standing in the middle of the ring, he seemed to have nothing to do with what had just happened, and he was calm and frightening.

"Fee...... Fei Mo Mingyang wins. As a member of the Qinghua Sect, the referee elder saw this scene and said tremblingly.

Whenever a pair of players face off, it will always cause a boiling discussion on the scene, but now, it is quiet and makes people feel like they have an illusion.

This...... Is it still a venue where tens of thousands of people gather?

"I suspect that Fei Mo is not human. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, be careful that he lets you into the coffin. ”

Gradually, the sound of similar discussions spread like a spark.

At this point, the 39th Youth Heavenly Dao Conference of the Great Yan Realm, the Forty-Twenty Elimination Tournament, and the Forty-Twenty Promotion Tournament were all over.

With the announcement of the referee elder, the list of the top ten was displayed on the four surrounding Qianyuan canopies.

In order, it is Chen Yue of the Rakshasa Gate, Yan Powu, a loose cultivator, Shen Yu of the Holy Ming Sect, Qing Shui Yahe of the Yin Kui Sect, Shen Tu Guanghe of the Qinghua Sect, Xi Peiya of the Wu Gu Sect, Feng Lingshuang of the Heavenly Thunder Dao, Yuan Haocang of the Tianji Gate, Chen Mo of the Heavenly Thunder Dao, and Fei Mo Mingyang.

After half a month of preparation, the top ten players will challenge the three Sanctuary seed players to compete for the first place in this year's Heavenly Dao Conference.

"Hehe, there is hope for the Heavenly Thunder Dao to achieve the Holy Rank. ”

Feng Chonglei had tears in his eyes, looking at the names on the Qianyuan Heavenly Canopy, two of the top ten were from the Heavenly Thunder Dao, which was very likely for him to change the fate of the Heavenly Thunder Dao for thousands of years in his lifetime, and then re-embark on the ranks of the Holy Domain.

There was only a trace of light left in the crimson sunset, and the disciples of the top ten sects who broke into the top ten left in the stars and the moon, and the earth began to be shrouded in a layer of dark blue, and the venue of tens of thousands of people gradually dispersed.

Of course, some people are happy and some are worried, it is said that on the roof of the martial arts pavilion, there was a man surnamed Zhang standing just now, wailing that he was sorry for his wife at home, and shouted that he would apologize for his crime with death.

Fortunately, he was relieved by a virtuous wife and saved his life.

A small gamble hurts the spirit, and a big gamble kills you......

......

It was early in the morning, and the breeze in Qinghua City was gentle, and it was drizzling like a cow's hair.

Even on a rainy day, Qinghua City, which is known for its prosperity, is still open to merchants on the streets, and pedestrians are holding a folding umbrella, coming and going, so lively.

In the martial arts pavilion on the bustling street, from the wooden window of a luxurious suite on the third floor, wisps of moon-white light radiated, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In the room, however, the afterglow has not disappeared, reflecting the entire room of more than 300 square meters.

Looking towards the glowing core, the closer you go, the more you feel the light coming out, which is extremely dazzling. I saw that wisps of electricity appeared on a pair of fist gloves made of dark iron, extending to the curved knuckles and integrating into the palm.

And next to the sandbag-sized boxing gloves, Hachi stood aside, staring at the electric patterns on the boxing gloves in a daze.

Rumble.

The electric rays on the fist gloves were staggered, causing a ball of white fluorescence to be pulled out, and a fine light suddenly appeared.

Shocked, Xiao Ba took two steps back, and looked at Chen Mo who was cross-legged on the bed along the fist gauntlet. I saw that he was naked, like a knife and an axe on the muscles, sweat flowing, and beads of sweat the size of beans trembled.

Pure light Xuangang lingered around his body, like a scurrying silver snake surging into the thunderstorm in his hand.

Lei Ling scurried on top of the thunderstorm, frantically absorbing the Xuangang on his body, as if he couldn't meet its needs, and now the light was weakening, and it was gradually integrated into the fist gloves.

Suddenly, Chen Mo's fists were clenched, the green tendons on his strong arms bulged violently, and the thunder spirit on his fist gloves swelled as if he had been filled with energy.

Bang bang bang.

There was a knock on the door, causing him to tremble.

...... (To be continued......)