"You...... You!"

The magic sound poured into his ears, and he snatched the heart of the ink for a while, but at this moment, in the face of Su Musha's interrogation, he couldn't even say a complete sentence.

In the void, many dragon clan old monsters had gloomy faces.

"Hmph, like such a waste, how can I deserve the position of my dragon clan dragon uncle, shame on people!"

There was an old monster who snorted coldly, but it attracted many companions on the side to nod lightly in approval, and there was an old man among the people, who was the elder of Uncle Mo, and his face was also ugly at the moment, and he was silent for a long time before saying:

"The matter has come to this, and it depends on how this Mei Danzi will end, and the plan of the Seven Princes must not go wrong. ”

......

Under the gaze of all the primordial old monsters, Su Mu slowly stepped out from the sky.

Su Musha was just about to speak, when he suddenly noticed a terrifying coercion behind him.

Cang Junzi intervened, and the terrifying coercion of the Divine Dao Monarch contained the power of the origin of the Dao Rule, which could not be blocked by Su Musha.

For a while, Su Musha was under duress and even had a hard time speaking.

The master of the sect paced the heavenly dome, and walked in front of Su Musha in just one step.

He had to make a move, and the moment Su Musha opened his mouth just now, he clearly felt the murderous aura that flashed on Su Musha's body.

This son really moved to kill, and wanted to leave Ink Bo here, even if he had the previous words that reversed black and white, the person in front of him was not easy to move, and even Cang Junzi suspected that Ink Bo was originally a character who was sent to the Hanging Moon Demon Sect by the Seven Princes, deliberately angering them, and being abandoned.

It has only been hundreds of years since the demon clan returned to this world, this is not the previous Southern Regions sect, it has been in this world for tens of millions of years, the demon sect is a bull-eared sect, and some people will be killed if they are killed.

Since the beginning of their return, they have been hidden in the 100,000 mountains and have never appeared, and the attitude of many tribes is not easy to understand, such as the Hanging Moon Demon Sect, and they are not willing to become a tool to test the 100,000 mountain demon clan.

Therefore, Mo Bo can't die, at least today, he can't die in the hands of Su Musha.

The coercion on Cang Junzi's body slowly converged, Su Mu stopped talking here, and a gloomy light flashed in his eyes, but after a while, he was always silent, and slowly retreated into the crowd.

Ink Bo was distracted by Su Musha's magic sound, and it was only a matter of a few breaths, and by the time Su Musha walked back to the crowd, Mo Mubo had already recovered his senses here.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Mo Bo straightened his waist, and was about to take a posture, and when he spoke again, Cang Junzi glanced at him contemptuously.

"Noise!"

Just a glance made Mo Shuibo's heart suddenly, and the words that had been brewed couldn't say a word.

Until this moment, the bearing of the Great Sect of the Holy Land was vividly and exquisitely displayed.

The breath precipitated by thousands of years of killing, even if it is just a look, is not something that Ink Bo can bear.

With a wave of his sleeves.

The Void Barrier was torn open like paper by Cang Junzi here.

The mirror hung high behind him, and several streamers flickered in Cang Junzi's wide sleeved robe.

It was a quaint jade talisman, each one was crushed, it represented that the Hanging Moon Demon Sect was in crisis, and Cang Junzi awakened the foundation of a sect that had been sleeping for years as a contemporary leader.

Like this, Cang Junzi smiled and looked at the old monster of the dragon clan standing quietly in the void.

Occasionally, his gaze wandered, looking at the dragon shadow that flashed deeper into the void.

The sound of the Brilliant Dao came from the heavenly dome.

"The deity Cangjunzi, the contemporary Hanging Moon Demon Sect is in charge, the sect has been inherited for thousands of years, nine peaks and eighteen veins, this is the ancestral system! One peak cannot be broken, one vein is indispensable! What the prince of your tribe said is really difficult for the strong, the words of the seven princes, the deity is regarded as the words of war! Whether it is a war today or not, you can give an explanation!"

As Cang Junzi finished speaking, all the peaks stepped out and stood behind Cang Junzi.

For example, Zhenlong Cave, Soul Gathering Flag, Twelve Demon Evil Divine Mountain, Netherworld Nine Swords and other Zhenfeng Dao weapons are all suspended above the heavenly dome.

There is a terrible Dao is connected, and the phantom of the underworld that Su Musha once saw in the past has re-evolved between heaven and earth!

The ancient underworld has declined, and it is gone, but it is only a wisp of shadow, which is enough for the world to be frightened.

The place of reincarnation, the place of death, even if it is the dragon clan, is cautious enough!

What's more, Cang Junzi was holding a pile of jade talismans in his sleeve robe, ready to awaken the essence of the sect at any time.

If those old and immortal beings really appeared, they were destined to set off another bloody storm.

The faces of the dragon clan monsters were ugly, but they were all silent and silent.

This situation has already exceeded their expectations when they came, and it has also exceeded the plan of the Seven Princes.

They thought that with just a few words, as long as they stood in the void and were shocked, they could see the illusion of a monk bowing to him, and it would be completely shattered!

The demon clan has been in this realm for thousands of years, and it was only at this moment that they realized that they had taken it for granted, and they had despised the Holy Land Great Sect of this realm, but now they were riding a tiger.

Even the dragons are unwilling to face it.

If he rashly started a war with the Holy Land Great Sect, it was likely to be collectively hostile to the entire cultivation realm, and even the Nine Heavenly Que.

If you don't fight, you will end hastily at this moment, but you will lose the face of the dragon clan.

......

Silence.

Cang Junzi and the others did not open their mouths to urge, and the rest of the sect old monsters stood aside, just looking coldly at the dragon clan old monsters in the void, and even more, they had already blocked the four dimensions of the void with their divine thoughts, and seemed to be ready to make a move at any time.

This is not a matter of one sect, if there is a war, more sects will inevitably join it.

But within the demon clan, this is not the case, and most of them want to watch the show......

This time it was difficult to ride a tiger, and when all the old monsters were silent, in the depths of the void, suddenly there was a sharp sound of phoenix chirping!

Roar!

The sound of the dragon's groans followed.

There were violent Dao fluctuations coming from the depths of the void.

Accompanied by a terrible Void Storm.

Su Musha looked deeper into the void in surprise.

It's a battlefield where the pupil can't see the real one.,It belongs to the killing between the big demons.,The fighting method between the gods and the gods.。

There were even several figures with orange-red figures galloping from the depths of the void, and in the blink of an eye, they tore through another void barrier and descended into the world!

"The old man of the old and decayed Ao Bao clan is here to visit Cangjun Zhangjiao!"

There are clouds in ancient books: there are five colors for all phoenixes, phoenixes for more red, luans for more green, more yellow for the luan, more purple for the cordon, and more white for the birds.

One of the five phoenixes of the demon clan, the Shark clan!

Before Cang Junzi could open his mouth here, in the depths of the void, the sound of the dragon chanting and the phoenix chirping was even stronger.

After a while, the sound of the dragon's chant gradually died down, and the sound of the phoenix was also inconspicuous.

There was a muffled sound of thunder coming from the depths of the void.

"The mountains are high and the road is long, the coming days are long, all the tribes should go out of the deep mountains, Cangjun is in charge of teaching and doing it for himself, let's go!"

With this voice, the old monsters of the dragon clan present all seemed to have been pardoned, and they all retreated in embarrassment, including Ink Bo.

A crisis ends hastily like a farce.

From beginning to end, all the elders of the Orio clan looked at Cang Junzi with a smile as if they had never seen this farce.

Su Musha's gaze always fell on the depths of the void.

In the turbulent void, Su Musha seemed to see a slender figure disappear in a flash.

Such as hallucinations, such as fairies.

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