The demon ape shouted, and immediately shrank its body, wanting to leave. But seeing that thunder lotus shining for nine days, the petals scattered, and the power of destroying the heavens and the earth rushed away.

"Broken!"

"Extinguish!" Two angry voices sounded, and two figures appeared in Yuanyang Peak, and behind them were the image of an eight-armed Moro, as if they were all through the heavens and the earth, wanting to fight against the sky.

The purple thunder turned into an ocean, sweeping a hundred miles in a radius, the thunder was surging, and even the space left black marks, the power was immeasurable.

"The Netherworld falls, the demon destroys the blue sky!" But seeing one of the figures, the long black hair was scattered, the red light flashed in the eyes, and the eight-armed Moro phantom illusion behind him was one hundred and sixty zhang. The black mist was steaming, the demonic aura was permeated, the red light rose to the sky, and the eight-armed Moro phantom roared up to the sky. Then the eight big hands shot out towards the void one after another, condensing the Dao Demon Pattern, turning into a mountain, and suppressing it towards the sea of thunder.

"Mo Luo stepped on the sky, ten thousand ways collapsed!" the other person also shouted angrily, and a mouthful of infant fire erupted from his mouth, and then condensed the rolling demonic qi and turned into a monstrous sea of fire. The appearance of the demon behind him is eight feet high, and it doesn't seem to bluff people, but the power contained in it is above the hundred-zhang demon luo. The sea of fire boiled, and the demonic qi swirled, and then a black firebird the size of a thousand zhang rushed out of it.

The firebird soared, but saw that it was a Bi Fang, although it was not a real creature, but it had a good spirituality. With a long roar, Bi Fang condensed into a hundred miles of fire and turned into a pillar of light that filled the sky, all of which were demonic fires. But seeing that the mountains covered the blue sky, the pillar of light rose to the sky, and there was a great tendency to wipe out the thunder.

"Xuanhuang motherhood" Zhou Heng snorted coldly, how could he watch the other party break the thunder exhaustion. With both hands pinching, the magic power of pressing the box was fully revealed, and above the high dome, a space was shattered, and a Xuanhuang gas fell from it. With the simplicity and vicissitudes of life, it covers the heavens and the earth, and can destroy all souls.

"Call, Mo Luo True Form!" Two more voices came out from within Yuanyang Peak, and the infinite demonic qi was triggered, and the entire Yuanyang Peak, with a radius of seven thousand miles, turned into a large array. This array of isolating heaven and earth is not a conventional move to hook the general trend of heaven and earth and mobilize the aura of heaven and earth, but to circulate on its own, with infinite demonic energy as the source. Then two figures flickered, each standing in a corner.

Seeing this, the two primordial monks who had sacrificed the Demon Law Aspect earlier did not hesitate to perform the teleportation technique, and each stepped into a corner. Then the four of them sacrificed their surging mana, and the disciples in Yuanyang Peak all sat cross-legged, and there was a demonic qi on their bodies, coming out from the heavenly spirit. Thousands of disciples condensed, and the demonic qi surged, and in the center of the large array, an eight-armed Moro shadow gradually condensed.

Moro is fierce and has always existed only in myths and legends, and even monks have always believed that they are just stories. Now I can see the existence of ancient myths, even the ancestors of the Yuan Infant are also out of a trance. The eight-armed Moro can open the world and have real supreme power, as for how strong it is, Luo Yuan guessed in his heart that maybe at least he has a true immortal cultivation.

At least stepping on the galaxy, the sun and the moon can be destroyed with a gesture, and the stars can be used as dust to disperse, such a terrifying means are not far behind even those who refine the void and the strong.

Luo Yuan still looked at it indifferently, and then chuckled and said: "In front of us, such a swaggering display of magical powers, do you think we will let this eight-armed Moro take shape?"

As soon as the words fell, Luo Yuan raised his hand and a sword slashed away, roaring the heavens and the earth, shattering the mountains and rivers, and wanting to cut the world!

The thunder cloud force was agitated, and the Thunder Fire Sword Dao merged into the thunder sea transformed by the thunder exhaustion, and the two complemented each other, and the power surged in an instant.

Gui Yunzi's eyes narrowed slightly, the long sword in his hand flickered, the mana swung, and a type of Zhongtian Falling Sword ran out, and the sword light shone, shocking ten miles of rivers and mountains.

The monks of the two families of Zhou Lei also joined forces, thundering the nine skies, Xuanhuang Hengshi, and the motherly spirit fell with the power of suppressing the eternals. Thunder is like the destruction of the world and regeneration, vitality and destruction merge and constantly transform.

The old man Wanzhu was holding the dust in his hand, cultivating for operation, and threw it towards the person above the eyes. The dust is lit up, the filaments are flying, hooking the stars outside the sky, arranging the layout, the starlight is diffuse, gorgeous and strong. The blow of the Tongtian Ancient Treasure is naturally extraordinary, this is the way of the Supreme God of Transformation.

Guang Wuzi turned his palm over, and a broken longbow appeared. There are cracks all over the bow body, which was left during the great war, and I saw him bend his bow and arrows, and he had the momentum of shooting down the Taiyin sun. An arrow blade broke through the air, as if it could pierce through the space and shoot straight at the center of the black-haired man's eyebrows. If this blow hits, even the Yuanying Monk will die, and it will turn into a handful of loess, leaving only dry bones. This arrow runs through the Tao of Guang Wuzi's life and the great hatred of a hundred years.

Gray qi appeared outside Changhezi's body, and the ancient big sword behind him reappeared, only to see him spray a mouthful of essence blood on it, the big sword buzzed, and then the sword body trembled, manifesting hundreds of zhang. With this blow, what he was going to cut was the thousands of disciples sitting cross-legged in Yuanyang Peak. As a sword cultivator, he naturally had a keen insight, and those thousands of disciples were also the key to the transformation of the eight-armed Moro, so how could he tolerate it.

The red and blue rays around Wu Fuzi's body rose up, and his spirit and spirit were highly united, but when he threw a punch, the fist was groundbreaking. Even if it is dozens of miles away, he can open the mountain, and his physical attainments are extremely strong. This punch, even if the Empress Yuan monk saw it, he needed to be shocked, the strength of his body was majestic, far beyond that of ordinary monks.

Xuanya didn't make a move, just watched quietly from the side, but she was playing with a jade slip in her hand. As long as the mind moves, you can blast out a real unparalleled blow, which is a magical power of the platform. In fact, if it weren't for Luo Yuan's thoughts, she could have thrown out jade slips from the beginning of the Blood Moon Sect, one jade slip from one sect to another, and there was no grass everywhere she passed.

Don't say that the eight-armed Moro shadow has not yet condensed, that is, Hao Chengzi is still there, and this eight-armed Moro phantom is not an opponent of the Taihua blow. This is a qualitative disparity, and it is by no means a quantitative comparison.

As for Qin Fan, he didn't make a move, but controlled three warships, each of which struck again.

After a few breaths

There is no peak in Yuanyang Peak, and there is only a deep pit with a radius of 7,000 miles. Even the bones are very few, and under the golden pill, there are no bones, and all of them have turned into ashes. And those few Yuanying monks completely dissipated, leaving only broken bones, proving their former existence.

Looking at the ruins in front of him, a radius of seven thousand miles, turned into a Jedi. I don't know if it's Luo Yuan, except for Xuanya, everyone is in a trance.

From now on, as long as you Luo Yuan is still in the day, my Shaking Mountain Sect will always stand on your side of the Liuyun Sect!" Guang Wuzi held his forehead with his hand, looked up to the sky and roared, and the old tears in the tiger's eyes were crisscrossed. He never thought that he would be able to kill the enemy one day, and even more so to bulldoze Yuanyang Peak and take revenge.

Nagako's body trembled, and the big sword in his hand seemed to be as heavy as ten thousand pounds, and even he couldn't hold it anymore. He didn't say anything, just bowed to Luo Yuan, he didn't need to say much, he was at ease. And dozens of days later, in front of a grave in the burial area of Tianjian Gate, the figure of Changhezi appeared. He poured a pot of wine down at the grave, put down the great sword that had followed him for thousands of years, took off the sleeve robe of the master, and gently placed it in front of the tomb.

I saw that the tombstone was engraved with blood characters, and it was written "The Tomb of His Beloved Son He Changqing". A generation of Tianjiao once competed with Luo Yuan, even if Luo Yuan was talented, he couldn't completely suppress his light, but he ended up like this.

Changhezi left, Guangwuzi also left, and the monks of the Liuyun Sect were in a trance. They took revenge, and they should have laughed, but right now, no one can laugh. They still remember that they laughed when they cried and cried, and now they cry when they laugh and laugh, and those people are far away from them after all. No matter how many enemies they kill, they can't get their dead relatives back alive.

Luo Yuan was silent and did not make a sound, he handed over this heaven and earth to the monks of the Liuyun Sect. For them, the great revenge is avenged, and all they have to do is to return to the cultivation again. For Luo Yuan, it was different, because he had only taken the first step of revenge. For him, it's not the point, it's just a starting point, it's another beginning. Hao Chengzi is certainly strong, Yuanyang Peak is indeed mysterious, comparable to the Infinite Demon Lord, compared to the Equilibrium Sect, it is just an ant.

He still has a long way to go, and there are too few people to be by his side. Luo Yuan at this moment is lonely, because within a few days, he will inevitably go on the road again. And this time, even the old man Wan Zhu will leave his side and go to the Han family to enjoy the joy of family and protect his children and grandchildren. As for Zhou Lei's two families, Yuan Li, Liu Geqiu, and Wu Fuzi will stay in the Yuanmeng and strengthen themselves. It will become the foundation for the Liuyun Sect to go out of the Zhao Kingdom and gain a foothold in the Endless Sea in the future.

And he will embark on a long road alone, not knowing where to go and where to end. He still can't fulfill his promise to Xuanya, and even now that he has the name of husband and wife, he doesn't dare to have the reality of husband and wife. He was worried that he would fall and delay the other party's life, even if he knew that Xuanya's heart for him would not change.

"This time, you don't want to leave me again. No matter what, I'm going to be by your side, at least I can protect you. Xuanya stepped forward slowly and shook Luo Yuan's hand, this was the first time she had spoken so strongly.

Luo Yuan's body trembled slightly, and then slowly closed his eyes, he didn't know how to speak. He didn't dare to refuse, because he was afraid of breaking his wife's heart, but he didn't dare to agree, for fear of losing his wife's life. He was silent, silent for a long time, and after a while, he nodded, but he didn't respond, just said: "Let's go, first return to the Cloud Sect to live for a while, and then go to the Zhenhai Sect." ”

Wei

Ten avatar gods stood high in the sky, and eight avatar gods stood on the city wall, facing each other thousands of miles apart, without any words or actions. Between them, there is a strong aura, vaguely forming a terrifying field, as if the slightest touch will be shattered. They stand here as the rulers of heaven and earth, commanding all things and destroying all living beings.