The slaughter continued, and the terrible screams echoed from all directions, and the strange-looking creatures that surrounded the Tianliang Dao people and attacked with the Lord of the Torture Hall scattered at this moment, and went straight to the Lord of Zhongheng who was killing like mowing grass with an indifferent face below.

"In front of this master, even a ghostly thing dares to fang!" The cold light flashed in the eyes of the Lord of Zhongheng, and his left hand was raised and waved forward, and suddenly a black storm roared, and this black storm contained blood and qi in it, and it went straight to the sky, and the moment it touched those strange creatures, the storm collapsed.

The blood and qi within it quickly dispersed, sweeping past the group of strange creatures that rushed towards them.

At the moment when it swept by, all these creatures trembled, and there was a clicking sound outside their bodies, but in an instant, they turned into black ice cubes!

They're all frozen!

If it was just ice, it would have been fine, but in that many black ices, countless ice spikes appeared, piercing through those strange creatures.

Wang Mo's body took a step forward, and he didn't look at the immortals outside the formation killed by the Lord of Zhongheng, nor did he go to the place where the Tianliang Dao people were fighting, but in the middle of the step, his body speed broke fast, and in a blink of an eye, he was approaching the magic fruit under the colorful clouds!

All of this was in an instant, from Wang Mo and the Lord of Zhongheng to enter this place, but a few breaths! The Lord of the Torture Hall turned his head suddenly, and saw Wang Mo at a glance, his expression showed surprise.

"Kill the gods!" The eyes of the hall master of the torture hall flashed, and he was about to retreat to intercept and kill, but the Tianliang Daoist looked indifferent, and flicked his sleeves forward, and suddenly there was a vicissitudes of life around him, blocking the footsteps of the hall master of the torture hall.

"Between you and me, there is no victory or defeat. ”

There is a heavenly conscience Dao person blocked, the eyes of the hall master of the torture hall are filled with cold light, seeing that Wang Mo is going to the place where the magic fruit is, he simply ignores it, in his opinion, in addition to the name of killing the god, his cultivation is vulnerable, especially trying to save the true Yangzi, it is even more beyond his strength.

At this moment, under the pinching of both hands, the power of faith was condensed, and the Tianliang Dao people fought again!

In this place, under Wang Mo's steps, he came to the outside of the magic fruit, looking at the true yang son inside, Wang Mo's eyes flashed, and his right hand raised to pat the magic fruit.

With a loud "boom", a force of countershock came out from the fruit of the law and fell on Wang Mo, causing Wang Mo to take a few steps back, and there was a flickering color in his eyes when he raised his head.

After the magic fruit was hit by Wang Mo, the filaments connected to Zhenyangzi's body were twisted, as if all the power was transmitted into Zhenyangzi's body, which made Zhenyangzi's expression even more painful, and he opened his eyes suddenly, revealing a hollow.

Wang Mo stepped forward, raised his right hand and slapped it six times in a row, the power of the anti-shock roared, and there seemed to be no change in this magic fruit, except for the true yangzi inside, his expression was more painful, and his eyes were more empty.

"Just a cultivator, you dare to destroy the Fa Fruit to save people! This Fa Guo can't say that it is you, even the old man can't destroy it, I see how you can save that True Yangzi! The seal arranged by Changzun, how can you break it!

The more you attack, the more you will help this magic fruit to refine the True Yang Son and make it a puppet outside my formation!"

Wang Mo stood in front of Na Faguo, heard the words of the master of this torture hall, glanced back at him, and slowly spoke.

"Really..."

The hall master of the Torture Hall sneered, he was still a little worried about the other party's name of killing gods, maybe there was some strange way to break this magic fruit, after all, the strength of the previous generation of killing gods, he remembered it extremely deeply.

But now he was relieved, he concluded that Wang Mo would never be able to break this magic fruit, and after reassuring at this moment, his eyes flashed, and when he was fighting with the Heavenly Conscience Daoist, he continued to sweep towards the Lord of Zhongheng who was killing.

The more I look at it, the more frightened I become!

"Fundamentally, it's actually the flesh fundamental... Once they join forces, this battle will be difficult, and they need to choose to retreat!" In the middle of the battle, the body of the master of this torture hall shook, and the roar under the pinching of his hands was shocking, and after slightly shaking the entanglement of the Tianliang Daoist, he took a step towards the exit of the colorful alien world.

"The three of you work together, maybe you can really save Zhenyangzi, the old man farewell!" The body of the master of the torture hall flashed, and he was about to leave, but at this moment, the lord of Zhongheng raised his head suddenly, raised his right hand and waved forward, a piece of black gas suddenly transformed, and the blood qi spread at all, forming a piece of cold ice, not an attack, but a straight exit of the colorful otherworld, as soon as it fell, it turned into a piece of ice, and the exit was sealed.

"The master hasn't killed enough. ”

That day, the good Taoist also raised his right hand and pinched the trick, and a scene of the society diagram burst out, blocking in front of the master of the torture hall, and went straight to the old man in black in his steps.

"The old man is not in a good mood, you don't have to leave in a hurry. ”

The eyes of the Lord of the Torture Hall showed a cold light, and he suddenly turned to look at the Lord of Zhongheng and the Heavenly Conscience Daoist, his expression was gloomy, and he simply did not leave, but flicked his sleeves, and his belief world appeared behind him.

"If you don't let the old man go, then you will have to pay the price!"

The Tianliang Daoist was silent, and under the pinching of his right hand, the conjured up Sheji diagram suddenly emitted bursts of absorbing and withdrawing power, and the mountains and rivers within it seemed to have awakened, and they suddenly appeared in this colorful alien world.

The Tianliang Daoist took a step forward, and the whole person dissipated directly, and actually merged with the Sheji diagram, rolling under the mountains and rivers, and directly pressing towards the Lord of the Torture Palace!

He had already burned his vitality before, and now he didn't care about himself, and the mountains and rivers suddenly turned into a huge palm, which burned, and burst out with the strongest cultivation in the life of the Tianliang Daoist, and grabbed it towards the master of the torture hall.

And at this moment, the Lord of Zhongheng raised his head, pinched his right hand, and said gently: "Yinzhong!"

The moment his words came out, the right hand of the Lord of Zhongheng waved forward, pointing at the Lord of the Hall of Torture through the air, and immediately the colorful alien realm shook violently, and outside the body of the old man in black, wisps of dark clouds appeared out of thin air.

This dark cloud appeared extremely suddenly, and at the moment of its appearance, a circular totem suddenly appeared on the face of the old man in black.

This totem looks like a bright moon!

"Qingzhong!" The eyes of the Lord of Zhongheng flashed murderously, and immediately the bright moon on the old man's face directly burst out with a thousand rays of light, this light, like the sun, flashed out at the moment, as if it was about to collapse the bright moon on his face.

The bright moon on the old man's face was distorted, if it was a normal time, he could resist this technique with his strong cultivation, but now, almost at the moment when the sun rose on his face, behind him, the huge palm of the good Taoist who burned everything was turned into by him, and the boom came.

The Lord of Zhongheng took a step forward, and an earth-shattering aura filled the air, heading straight for the black-clothed old man.

At the same time as the Lord of Zhongheng and the Heavenly Conscience Dao people, the roar surged up in this instant, and the roar shook the entire Colorful Otherworld, and it turned into a great impact and swept and pushed around.

The three continents floating in the sky collapsed directly under this impact, turning into countless rubble and rolling upside down, they shattered again and became a cloud of flying ash.

The many immortals outside the array who had not been killed by the Lord of Zhongheng before around them had nowhere to hide at this moment, and although they sacrificed the strongest magic weapon, they still disappeared one by one under this impact, and all of them died.

As if the entire Colorful Otherworld had been wiped out, a large-scale collapse began.

The palm of the Tianliang Daoist was shattered under this impact, and the figure of the Tianliang Daoist appeared, retreating several feet in succession, spewing out a breath of immortal qi, his expression was sluggish, but his eyes were always calm.

The body of the Lord of Zhongheng was reversed, his cultivation was insufficient, although his blood qi was fundamentally strong, he still had injuries, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, but his expression was extremely cold.

The Lord of the Torture Hall spurted blood, his body shook violently, and the countless beliefs that surrounded him to block the blow of the two of them were shattered together, and with the dissipation of the bright moon, five deep cracks appeared on his face, and this crack went directly into his head, and even spread to his body.

Bursts of sunlight flickered out from the crack, and as it spread, the great pain enveloped the old man in black, and there was a blood impact in his body, half of his clothes were torn, and there was a huge palm print on his back, and there were mountains and rivers in this palm print, which made the old man's body wither in an instant.

His expression was gloomy, and he said coldly: "I'll help you save Zhenyangzi, let's open the magic fruit together, and use this matter to exchange the old man for leaving, how about it! Otherwise, the old man will be seriously injured, and both of you will be buried together!"

"No need. What answered him was Wang Mo's cold voice.

In the disbelief gaze of the old man in black, Wang Mo's right hand was raised, and under the diffuse of a soft light, it directly reached into the huge magic fruit, without causing any backlash, grabbed the true yang in the magic fruit, and pulled it outward, and rescued the true yang seed from the magic fruit.

The countless connected filaments on Zhenyangzi's body were shocked by Wang Mo, and they all collapsed, and Zhenyangzi's empty eyes immediately reawakened with radiance!

"No one knows this fruit better than I do... Even if it's the Changzun in your mouth, it's not good..."Wang Mo let go of the true yangzi, and waved his right hand towards the branch on the magic fruit, the blood light flashed, and the blood sword swept and directly cut off the branches, and the magic fruit fell and was held by Wang Mo, and turned to look at the hall master of the torture hall with a shocked face.

"This can't be!!" The Lord of the Torture Hall subconsciously took a few steps back, staring at all this blankly, he couldn't believe that Wang Mo had rescued Zhenyangzi so easily.

"I swallowed a magic fruit and absorbed it all. Wang Mo waved his hand and took away the magic fruit in his hand and spoke calmly.

Zhenyangzi's eyes became brighter and brighter, he took a deep breath, and a thumping sound came from his body, and a red mist diffused from his sweat pores, turning into a bloody coat on his body.