Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the resentment of the resentment continued to converge towards the boundary knot channel, and the monks present all knew that this was someone fighting with the resentful spirit king.

Where is there any leisure, the broken things of the Mo Dynasty have run towards the boundary knot channel.

Qiu Yu said goodbye to Han Qiusheng, and ran over, and now there is left, Xuanyu, the wind is green, the rain falls, the light smoke, Mo Lianyu. There are also several surviving monks of the Moser Dynasty.

Luo Chengyu asked, "Xuanyu, why don't you follow?"

Xuan Yu smiled gently and said, "Don't worry, the Xuan Realm monks should help each other, I'll stay here and wait for a few people to go together." ”

Han Qiusheng, looking at Xuanyu, hugging his fist is a thanks, Xuanyu also hugging his fist in return, there is no need for too much nonsense between monks, just keep the kindness in mind.

Mo Yuexi, the momentum is like a rainbow, the green lin gun in his hand, the cyan aura, surging, and the light is blazing.

Han Qiusheng, the green jade refining in his hand, the soul fire spirit weapon, bloomed with a dark green soul fire, the fire became more and more intense, falling to the ground, surrounding and surrounding, surrounding Mo Yuexi.

Mo Yuexi, the soul bell sealed on her wrist, and the "jingle bell, jingle bell" rang, releasing a strange ripple to resist the soul fire and shock the soul.

The Qinglin spear in his hand was ready to go, and the spiritual power gathered on the body of the spear, passing through the soul fire, and a green mang swept out.

Han Qiusheng, swinging the sword, the soul fire flowed backwards, returned to the sword body, and a soul fire sword qi broke through the green mang.

Mo Yuexi, holding a spear and stabbing directly, Han Qiusheng, swinging a sword and slashing obliquely, "Ping Pong", the two of them withdrew their spiritual power at the same time and competed with techniques.

Mo Yuexi, the gun is like a streamer phantom, swinging the gun with one breath and stabbing it hundreds of times.

Han Qiusheng, close your eyes, the sword is like an ocean, the waves are magnificent, no matter how fast you are, I can deal with it freely.

The collision of spiritual power spells is not uncommon, but the competition of simple techniques is rare, and a few people can see it, relish it, and be fascinated.

Falling Xinghe, dispersed, lost pollen, paralyzed nerves, stayed quietly in place, did not come forward to disturb, and respected Mo Yuexi's decision.

Mo Yuexi, unable to attack for a long time, was a little anxious in her heart, and accelerated the speed of the gun, so fast that there was only a little light left, and it disappeared in a flash.

The cold autumn is born, the ancient well has no waves, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and there is no one, it is so fast that there is no shadow, and the Qinglin gun is taken seriously.

Seeing the right time, the sword was like a filament, gently winding, Qinglin's spear body, and his right arm followed suit, and the sword detached from his palm and flew straight out.

Han Qiusheng had his right arm, grabbed Qinglin's gun body, Mo Yuexi, and had to stop with the momentum of the spear.

Surprised: "I can actually sense the trajectory of my gun at such a fast speed and catch it." ”

Looking at the flying sword, he decisively gave up the Qinglin spear, and pressed his fingers to grip the tip of the sword.

Han Qiusheng threw the Qinglin spear back to Mo Yuexi, and Mo Yuexi threw the green jade sword back to Han Qiusheng.

In the competition of techniques, although Han Qiusheng is slightly better, the gap is not large, and it is easy to deal with, which does not mean that he can fight back.

The technique originates from the fact that mortals do not introduce spiritual energy into their bodies, and after diligent practice day after day, it is not an exaggeration to call them martial arts grandmasters after combining with spiritual energy.

The existence of spiritual power has caused many monks to forget their original intentions and rely more on the power of more admiration and supreme.

Mortal fights are childish and ridiculous in their eyes.

Everything in the world investigates its essence, but it is all mortal, because of the baptism of spiritual power, the level of life has evolved, and the most fundamental and basic is the purest.

Han Qiusheng looked at each other with admiration and said: "The useless dynasty, not everyone is useless, the matter of Lianyu has been revealed." ”

Mo Yuexi bowed solemnly to Han Qiusheng and said, "Thank you, I won't divulge half a sentence about Mo Lianyu." ”

In the Mo Dynasty, the Mo people were the masters of the house, and the marriage object was also chosen by the Mo women.

The young Mo Yuexi was very sensible, and after learning of his fate, he did not compromise, but chosen, the penance of the technique, and the strength to break through ten thousand laws.

Because of his slow cultivation and late entry, he was ridiculed by his peers, only Luo Xinghe was very good to him, and he stood up to defend himself every time, and at that time he secretly felt feelings in his heart, and made a promise to marry him when he grew up.

After the combination of aura and technique, Mo Yuexi has been transformed, and there is no spiritual power out of the body in the first layer of the mortal realm, and the fifth layer of the mortal realm is not a problem.

After that, the road became smoother and smoother, and the people of the same realm, even the outstanding Tianzi, and the falling stars were willing to bow down.

Mo Yuexi, relying on his own efforts, showed a peerless appearance, thinking that he could escape the fate of being married, but no, in the eyes of the emperor, the millions of years of the Mo Dynasty are important, and it is not worth fighting for Mo Yuexi once.

After agreeing on the marriage, the ancestral inheritance shocked the Three Realms and Six Realms, and the marriage was postponed, Mo Yuexi knew that the opportunity had come, and only by winning the ancestral inheritance could he completely get rid of the shackles of fate.

Luo Xinghe also knew Mo Yuexi's intentions, and promised to fight to the death to help her seize the inheritance of her ancestors.

In the resentment land, I met Mo Lianyu to use, Qingyuan Divine Method, and carefully confirmed it for a long time, and the first generation of marriage, the princess is too similar.

It is certain that this is the idea that more than 20 years ago, the missing princess gave birth to the idea of snatching her back and offering her to the emperor in exchange for Mo Yuexi's freedom.

Mo Yuexi and Han Qiusheng can be said to be sympathetic to each other, and only each other knows the hard work of practicing techniques.

Mo Yuexi returned to Luo Xinghe's side, took his hand and said, "Fate is so unfair, let's break him and escape from him, is it okay?"

Luo Xinghe, knowing what Mo Yuexi meant, said with a smile: "Okay, our own destiny doesn't need others to face it for us." The two of them held hands and walked towards the knot passage.

Luo Chengyu sighed: "Alas, the pitiful place of the hateful person has been destroyed by the emperor, senior sister, it's good for us to stay in the Xuan Realm, the Dharma Realm monks can't enter the realm, stay in the academy with peace of mind, no one can snatch you away with the dean." ”

Mo Lianyu sighed slightly, nodded and agreed, not wanting to cause trouble to Han Qiusheng.

Xuan Yu is well aware of the situation of the Three Realms and Six Realms, and he will not take care of those things without his ability, and it is the rule of Xuantian City to help if he can help in the Xuan Realm.

"Now that the matter has been settled, let's go to the beast area." Several people followed.

Han Qiusheng took out a few spiritual fruits from the treasury of the Yuan State and gave them to the third daughter, Mo Lianyu ate them, and the slap marks on his face disappeared instantly, making them even more beautiful and moving.

took her hand and said, "Don't worry, if you go to the Three Realms and Six Realms, I will definitely teach the useless emperor a lesson." ”

Mo Lianyu, feeling the warmth and happiness in his hands, said with a smile: "I believe in you." ”

Luo Chengyu sighed and said, "If you have a husband and don't want a senior brother, it's really a waste of my years of care for you." A few people smiled and didn't speak, and in Luo Chengyu was talking to himself, complaining that he came down, and the boundary knot channel.

Thousands of monks, and the last remnants of the resentful spirits, launched a fierce battle, several strong figures, beating the resentful spirit king, the body of resentment, constantly shattered, and once again relied on resentment to recover the body.

Han Qiusheng, Qingyan saw it, two acquaintances, Ling Ziyan and Xiao Cheng, the two stood side by side, and the relationship was not ordinary.

Xuan Yu exclaimed: "In this southern land, there is an incredible monk! With the cultivation of the mortal realm, he fused two broken holy relics and refined his body, which is even stronger than his physical body. ”

Light smoke, there is not too much expression, the past is like smoke, drifting away with the wind, and Xiao Cheng has nothing to do with it.

Han Qiusheng frowned and said: "Qingyan, I have a hunch, this Xiao Cheng will not let us go, if there is a battle of life and death, you don't want to participate, understand?"

Qingyan sighed and said, "I know, my good brother, you have to carry everything, aren't you tired?"

Han Qiusheng said: "There is no way! The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, chivalry, extreme affection, and polarity." ”

Luo Chengyu roared angrily: "You two, do you want to go to the beast area, are you still chatting there, is it fun?"

Han Qiusheng, looking at the empty hands, didn't know when Mo Lianyu ran to fight with the resentful spirit, without notifying.

The whole body was shining with golden light, the golden light Buddha qi lingered outside the body, the figure flashed, and a palm was punched, and the resentment of the resentful spirit was purified in an instant.

Not far away, a few monks were chanting scriptures, wearing costumes, and several senior monks of the pagoda temple were almost certainly their disciples.

Decisively joined, and they recited the scriptures, and the cold autumn students joined, and the golden light was instantly magnificent, blazing, and purifying the grievances.

In the sixth heaven, the Buddhist scriptures of the world, the understanding of the Dharma is becoming clearer and clearer, and the power exerted is naturally different whispers.

With the purification of resentment, the resentful spirit king is immortal, the source of life disappears, it is difficult to support, and everyone attacks.

In the black gas, the red light shone, and the monks, the resentful spirits who were still fighting, suddenly disappeared mysteriously.

The Resentful Spirit King's body is changing, the black gas turns into reality, and the ten-meter body continues to grow, and it is a hundred meters high.

The cultivation of the first time to enter the spiritual realm, breaking the threshold, growing to the sea realm, raising his feet and waving his hand, resentment erupted, like a tsunami and huge waves, churning and roaring.

The red light in the center of the eyebrows is locked, where Han Qiusheng is, the resentment is restrained by the Dharma, several people are dead, and the others are insignificant.

The hundred-meter body, wrapped in terrifying resentment, blasted out with a punch, crushing down like a mountain.

Han Qiusheng hurriedly got up and retreated, but the terrifying fist marks, like maggots on the tarsal bones, were blocked with resentment, and the range of ten meters did not allow a few people to survive.

Han Qiusheng, regardless of the consumption of spiritual power, took out a bunch of mortal weapons from the storage ring, threw them out, triggered the internal spirit pattern, and exploded in an instant, wanting to weaken, fist mark energy.

A few monks followed suit, and even throwing out the most beloved spiritual weapon was to no avail.

Han Qiusheng took out a pile after pile, and the monks took it and threw it out in an instant.

Barely blocked, the terrifying and ferocious momentum of the fist print, and the attacks of the other monks were all concentrated, and the resentful spirit king helped Han Qiusheng and several monks, weakening most of the energy.

Han Qiusheng himself was difficult to protect, and he didn't care about the life or death of several monks, so he mobilized all his spiritual power, covered his whole body with mud, and buried it deep in the ground.

The terrifying punch finally fell, and under the protection of the multicolored divine light, the ground only shook slightly and did not collapse.