The Moon Cold Sky Breaking Hook is like a saw blade, and when it turns, it actually brings out a power similar to the law.

This is the accumulation of cultivators in the Yin and Yang realm over the years, and it is the comprehension of the Dao.

It is different from the power of Wang Zimo's law, which does not cost longevity, and is accompanied by an innate understanding of the exercises.

This time, Wang Zimo really met a fierce opponent.

He didn't dare to guide Pingyou to continue to perform the "Yunkai Shadowless Falling Dragon Yin", hurriedly put away the filial piety whip, Pingyou started, put his feet on the ground and slightly on the side of his body, and at the same time the tip of the knife was violently inserted into the gap between the Moon Cold Sky Breaking Hook, and turned around to the top of his head, trying to throw it back again.

This move Wang Zimo was completely imitating Feng Xuan King Cui Xiuran, and in the duel in the City Lord's Mansion that day, King Feng Xuan used this method to resolve the "Yunkai Shadowless Falling Dragon Yin".

Unexpectedly, this sky-breaking hook was like a spinning top, and it actually went around Pingyou and cut Wang Zimo's wrist with the inner blade.

Lu Man's eyes were cold, and the goose-yellow vitality in his hand continued to inject into the Sky Breaking Hook.

Now that Wang Zimo is completely shrouded by the Moon Cold Sky Breaking Hook, she has already planned the route, and after the Sky Breaking Hook cuts off Wang Zimo's right hand, she will cut off the head that makes her extremely disgusted.

The prince didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly withdrew his right hand and threw Pingyou behind his back, raised his hands flat, and dragged the rapidly rotating Moon Cold Sky Breaking Hook with his flesh and blood.

Strings of dark red blood beads were flung out along with the blades on the outside. In an instant, Wang Zimo's palm was ground into flesh and blood by the dark flower and bright moon diagram on the sky-breaking hook.

Lu Manhan stepped on the ground and continued to exert his strength, and the goose-yellow Yuan Force continued to submerge into the Moon Cold Sky Breaking Hook.

Suddenly, the pressure increased dramatically!

Wang Zimo felt that his entire palm was grinding off, and he immediately regretted not putting on the Ice Silkworm gloves in advance.

At this moment, even if it is too late to regret it, Lu Manhan will not give him time to wear the ice silkworm gloves again, and he will not even prepare for the time to regret it.

The thin ribs bulged at the root, Wang Zimo was pressed down by the Sky Breaking Hook, and the powerful force was buckled on his shoulders, and the Sky Breaking Hook and the Liqian Bell rubbed against each other, bursting out full of sparks, and suddenly pressed Wang Zimo's bones all over his body to make a sound of "Click! Click!"

"Ahh

Wang Zimo was like a lion who endured to the limit and roared from his throat, but the strength of the cultivators of the Yin and Yang Realm was too strong, and the prince Mo hit the stone with an egg, which was equivalent to sending him to death!

"Use your head to give the immortal master an explanation!"

Lu Manhan's eyebrows were upside down, her apricot eyes were round, she decided not to delay any longer, her hands touched lightly in front of her chest, and the strands of Yuan Force wrapped around her fingertips, dancing with her fingers like goose-yellow ribbons.

Suddenly, the fingertips were actually wrapped into a blooming yellow peony, which was gently dragged by Lu Manhan and slowly sent to the bottom of the Moon Leng Sky Breaking Hook.

At this time, the moon is cold, and the hook rotates like a full moon.

Peony under the moon, how pleasant.

But this was full of danger, and every petal was as sharp as a blade, and it actually crossed the defense of the Qianzhong and directly cut the back of the prince's silent bow, revealing rows of white ribs.

"Ah——!h

Wang Zimo's hair flew wildly, and he threw off the pigtails one by one, and the blood flowing from the palms of his hands wet his black hair, sticking to his face hideously and terrifyingly. The prince's eyes were red, his eyes furious, but he couldn't resist. The shoulders were pressed down little by little by the sky-breaking hook, and the back was cut into pieces by the yellow peony little by little.

Is this retribution?

Just yesterday, the prince used the same method to smash those who pursued him to pieces, and at this moment, retribution really befell him.

"Let go of my brother!"

When the prince closed his eyes and wanted to give up resistance, a crisp cry suddenly came into his ears.

The immature voice beating the eardrum gave Wang Zimo a new life, but it also tugged at his heart.

"Bai Su, get out of here!"

No matter how Wang Zimo shouted, the purple-pink phoenix had already flown between him and Lu Manhan. After circling Wang Zimo twice, he actually cut off Lu Manhan's Yuan Li Silk and stopped the downward pressure trend of the Sky Breaking Hook.

Wang Zimo was surprised!

I didn't expect Bai Su's "Fengtian Jue" to be so powerful.

He hurriedly used his legs to exert his strength, and used all the strength of his body to push the Moon Cold Sky Breaking Hook towards the sky.

As soon as he turned around, he found that a Ruyi Golden Cicada Thorn flew out of the hands of a small priest and stabbed directly at Bai Su's petite heart.

"No!"

The prince went berserk for a moment!

Layers of black flames emerged from the dantian, and at this time, he was like a demon god, staring at the scarlet eyes and rushing forward.

Who knew that Lu Manhan was faster, and he retracted the Moon Leng Sky Breaking Hook and stepped on the ground with both feet, leaving a string of afterimages straight in front of Wang Zimo.

"Die!"

The prince roared silently, and suddenly raised his head and grabbed the Moon Leng Sky Breaking Hook with his bare hands, and threw it into the sky again.

The monstrous demonic qi instantly dyed the luster of the Heaven-Breaking Hook Moonlight black, and burned directly onto Lu Manhan's fingers along the extremely thin goose-yellow Yuan Li silk.

She panicked, her mouth wide open in disbelief.

In front of him, the little monk who was still weak just now turned his eyes like a demon god, and the monstrous demon flame could actually incinerate the yuan force, if she hadn't cut off the connection with the sky-breaking hook in time, I am afraid that she would have been burned to ashes by the demon flame by now.

A short split second is enough to change everything.

Bai Su's short body suddenly staggered, and he suddenly felt a hot pain in his right shoulder, and the golden Ruyi golden cicada thorn shot directly through the thin shoulder blade, directly exposing a tip on his chest. Bai Su looked down at the tip of the thorn on his chest, and then raised his head to look at Wang Zimo, whose face was covered with blood stains and a silent howl with a bloody mouth open, and then his whole body was sore, and he slowly closed his eyes.

"No ——!"

Wang Zimo hugged Bai Su tightly in his arms.

The purple lips couldn't help but tremble, the teeth were stained black and red with blood, and they trembled, and there was no sound in their throats.

He raised his right hand tremblingly, patted Bai Su's weak spine gently, and wanted to pull out the golden cicada thorn, but he was afraid that Bai Su in his arms would hurt, so he finally put his hand down again.

"Bai Su, good, let's go home!"

The prince choked and stroked Bai Su's chubby cheeks, leaving a layer of blood on that pale face.

He picked Bai Su up, turned around and glared at Lu Manhan fiercely, took off the Liqian Bell on his body casually, and shone the sneak attack little priest in it with a wave of his big hand.

"Woo——! woo!"

At this time, a terrible ghost cry suddenly sounded in the city lord's mansion.

It came from the ground, and everyone stared at their toes and ducked backwards. Wang Zimo and his party, except for Xue Lianzhu and the man in black, all hung colors, and when they heard the miserable cry, they all withdrew their hands and looked at Wang Zimo.

At this time, Wang Zimo was holding Bai Su in one hand and the Heavenly Pestle in the other.

The monstrous demonic qi came from this inconspicuous black iron rod, covering half of Wang Zimo's body in the black qi, and even the white forehead was dyed with a layer of shadows.

The two Heavenly Pestles were combined into one and turned into a Xuanyao stick, which was five feet long in his hand.

The terrible ghost cry did not come from the Xuanyao stick, but from the tomb under the city lord's mansion.

Everyone saw a shadow suddenly appear behind Wang Zimo, with his hair scattered and a pair of dark eyes on his pale face staring at Bai Su in Wang Zimo's arms in a daze.

There were no whites in those eyes.

No, it's not that there are no whites of the eyes, but the whites of the eyes are completely replaced by dark red, and they are just indistinguishable from the pitch-black pupils.

She took Bai Su from Wang Zimo's arms, like a child, gently stroked the corners of Bai Su's pale lips, and suddenly screamed, which shook everyone's eardrums wildly, and those who cultivated low were even more bleeding, and couldn't help but crawl on the ground.

Wang Zimo did not resist, but on the contrary, he was very relieved to put Bai Su in her hands.

Now it's time to settle the score!

The prince glanced at Lu Manhan coldly, her account was pushed back for the time being, and now what she had to do was to wash the little priest of the Heavenly God Sect in blood.

These little priests were all raised by the immortal master, so naturally they didn't take him, the young master, and the high priest Xue Lianzhu in their eyes.

They are different from the Eight Helm Lords and the Rank Hall Masters, they were dug up by the Immortal Master from the Mishui Palace, and their feelings for the Divine Cult are not as deep as the Helm Lord Hall Master, and they only listen to the Immortal Master.

If it weren't for the sneak attack of this little priest, Prince Mo didn't want to do it. If you want to blame, blame the little priest. It was she who pushed the lives of dozens of small priests to a desperate point.

The bell was shrouded by the little priest, and without the operation of the prince, the inside would not have felt the surging flames outside.

At this time, the little priest curled up in the Liqian bell, gritted his teeth, clutched the hem of his clothes, and looked at Wang Zimo with pitiful eyes.

"Young master, Mixin knows that it is wrong, please let the young master let Mixin go!"

People's hearts are terrible, and they should be punished!

Wang Zimo's elder brother Wang Ji had already told him with his actions that he could not be merciful to the enemy, otherwise the blade behind him would make you understand that now you are merciful and you will sooner or later become the soul of your own benevolent sword.

"Young master, Mixin knows it's wrong, Mixin knows it's wrong!"

The prince ignored the pleading priests and looked at the other thirty-two priests. Under his piercing eyes, the little priests bowed their heads one after another.

"If you don't take the initiative to express your heart, it seems that these little priests can't stay!" the prince immediately made up his mind, but saw that countless tongues of fire suddenly splattered from inside the dry bell.

The girl's face was covered with cold sweat, and the blazing heat could not melt her terrified heart. Beads of sweat were stained red by tongues of fire, first scorching his hair, then his emerald clothes, which turned into raging flames and wrapped around his body.

Mi Xin opened her mouth wide and wanted to breathe, her sharp nails tore her milky white neck to reveal the grumbling blood arteries, and her roasted hot face was torn off piece by piece, and it was bloody and shocking.

She struggled to open her five fingers that were glued together, and gently tugged at the top of her head, tearing her burnt hair and scalp down.

She was terrified, she was helpless, she screamed.

only to find that his throat had already been torn by himself, and he couldn't make even half a sound.

The prince stood silently.

Suddenly, someone rushed up from behind, kneeling on the ground with his head down and shivering!

Then the little priests came out one by one, and fell to the ground, not daring to squeak.

To kill, or not to kill?