Xiao Fan, who was standing in the air, looked indifferently at all living beings, and many red thunderbolts fell from the sky, hitting his body.

didn't pose a threat to him, it was like hitting the 10,000-year-old black iron, without the slightest wave.

The sound of the monks below was also silent at this moment, and all the fighting practitioners seemed to be choked by the neck, unable to make the slightest sound from their mouths.

Only in a small courtyard where Xiao Fan had stayed, an embarrassed figure appeared out of thin air, but all this was not seen, after all, all the monks' eyes and fighting knowledge were focused on Xiao Fan, who was crossing the tribulation.

Seeing the tragic situation of the ancient god clone, Xu Mo couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, after all, the strength of the ancient god clone was comparable to that of a monk in the peak period, but he still felt the breath of death on that monk's body.

"Kunxu Dao Eye, Zhenyu Law Phase, Polar Mirror, and Reverse Boundary Beads, these are all things I have always relied on. ”

Looking at the ancient god clone, Xu Mo muttered bitterly.

"But without all this, what else can I do to fight against someone who is higher than my own cultivation?" Xu Mo smiled bitterly in frustration.

It was also at this moment that he clearly realized that without all the things on it, he was just a peak monk of the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant, and he could not do the absolute strength to compete with the monks of the Heavens and Ten Thousand Worlds.

But it was also at this moment that he clearly understood the importance of strength, without absolute strength, he could only rely on external objects to protect himself, which was not a long-term plan.

If he had the strength to surpass the Champion Period now, then he could suppress everything in the mortal world, but he didn't, so he could only watch his clone get injured, and he couldn't do anything about it.

"Hahaha, the sky is not worth it, and finally let the deity find the way to transcend. ”

Just when Xu Mo felt inferior to his weakness, a refreshing sound from far to near came.

Immediately afterwards, a coercion that was more powerful than Xiao Fan was wantonly suppressed by many monks here, so that the monks present all had the illusion that their chests were tight, and even more weak monks were directly living and dying under this huge coercion.

After a while, a middle-aged monk wearing a gray robe and gray hair appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Hiding in the surrounding void to watch Xiao Fan's breakthrough, an old monk couldn't help but exclaim, "Isn't this the Dao Mochen predecessor eight hundred years ago?"

These words stirred up a thousand waves, so that the individual monks watching below couldn't help but jump out and control the power hidden in the void.

The handsome young man dressed in yellow and wearing a hosta on his head gently shook the folding fan and questioned a certain void: "Do you recognize the wrong person, you must know that Dao Mochen's predecessors have broken through the sky eight hundred years ago, how can they still exist in the lower realm." ”

Before he could hear back, he waited for a vast coercion to come, knocking him away with blood in an instant, drawing a perfect parabola in the air.

Instead, an old man with white eyebrows walked out of an empty void, looked at the monk who was knocked away by him with cloudy and vicissitudes of life, and then waved his robe and turned to look at the sky.

Although all this was done between lightning and flint, someone might as well see that the originally chaotic scene returned to the usual quiet chatter in an instant.

Looking at Xiao Fan in the sky, Dao Mochen smiled slightly, and then with a look in his eyes, he punched Xiao Fan with a fist with one hand, and the surrounding space was rippled with layers of ripples.

Seeing this, Xiao Fan's hands danced up and down, pinching the seal and punching Mo Chen's air hard, but Xiao Fan was instantly knocked away, and after stopping his body, he could see that his arms and palms were all pulled down.

His face flushed, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out, leaving a mist of blood in the air ahead.

"Put the pen into a painting, and the immortal town seal!"

Without waiting for Xiao Fan to react, Dao Mochen reached into the void with one hand, grabbed a pen from it, and without hesitation, he pointed at his eyebrows, and forced out a stream of essence blood from it and hit the tip of the pen.

The figure flickered, and Xiao Fan's eight directions outlined an ancient character, each of which flashed with a pitch-black light that devoured all the brilliance, and the aura of the eight directions was mobilized, and Xiao Fan was dragged to death, making him unable to move.

"Renxian Zhenyin, who are you?"

Xiao Fan, who was imprisoned in mid-air, looked at Dao Mochen and asked with a calm face.

When he felt that Xiao Fan didn't have the slightest power to resist, Dao Mochen stopped his figure, stood on top of Xiao Fan's head, looked down at Xiao Fan and said with resentment: "In this human world, I'm afraid no one has ever remembered me, but you, how could Immortal Monarch Xiao Fan forget me!"

When he finished saying this, and saw that Xiao Fan still looked confused, he said to himself again with compassion: "Also, how could Lord Immortal Monarch, who broke into the prestige of the Thunder Immortal Realm, care about me as a small human immortal. ”

"Oh my God, he is the reincarnation of the immortal monarch of the immortal realm, and the Taoist friends who did not come missed a good show, and the reincarnated immortal monarch was crushed by the reincarnated immortal. ”

In the crowd below, a monk who didn't think much of a problem exclaimed, not caring at all about Dao Mochen standing in the sky.

The people next to him consciously gave up a vacant space, turned their backs and covered their faces, pretending not to know him.

In this regard, Dao Mochen just turned his head to look at him, but it was this glance that directly abolished his cultivation for a hundred years, and thus reduced him to a mortal who could not cultivate.

The clouds in the sky continued to rain thunder, slashing towards Dao Mochen, and he Dao Mochen also flickered and directly hit the clouds, this action was clearly to incorporate the power of thunder into his body.

In the crowd, a Douwang monk exclaimed, "Look! Senior Mo Chen, he will be fine if he hits the thunder!"

"Noise!"

Hearing this voice, Dao Mochen went crazy on the spot, and a sonic attack shook all the monks on the scene, and only a few Douzun Dou Cultivators stayed in place, but they were also extremely seriously injured.

But the most injured was not the countless monks who were knocked away, but the strong people present, after all, this sonic attack could not only attack the body, but also possess a spiritual blow.

Even if a fighter has the spirit of specialization, he will not be able to cultivate in the future, and not only that, but it is very likely that there is a risk that his cultivation will fall.

"Immortal Monarch Xiao Fan, in this eighth life, I still know too little. ”

Xu Mo, who was standing in the small courtyard, had already incorporated the ancient god clone into his body, looking at Xiao Fan in the sky and muttering in a low voice.

In addition to Dao Mochen and Xiao Fanqi nearby, there were many Scattered Cultivation Dou Emperor powerhouses and Dou Zun powerhouses who were hiding in the void, and there was no one else, and no one noticed Xu Mo standing in the small courtyard.

Dao Mochen, who was standing in the air and thinking about how to suppress Xiao Fan permanently, felt a mysterious fluctuation at this moment, flowing out of Xiao Fan's body.

"Heavenly Desolation Demon Punishment, Return!"