After listening to Mo Yangzi's words, Qiao Yuan's heart shook a lot, it turned out that he was planning to use himself to break through his state of mind.

I have to say that this person's calculation is too deep, from nearly a hundred years ago, Huayun City met Lin Wenmo for the first time, and the two of them formed a cause, and now the flowers are blooming, Qiao Yuan, as a listener, is also a stand-in for Mo Yangzi's obsession to dissolve.

With such a mind and such a layout and calculation, although there is a gap between it and the 10,000-year plan of Fu Zhao Immortal Monarch, it is impossible to make a mistake, because Qiao Yuan almost did nothing, just listened to him tell a story, and played an extremely crucial role in it.

Thinking of this, Qiao Yuan's inner vigilance suddenly had a killing intent towards the person in front of him, now that the Yuehe Sect and the Fengyang Sect are on the same page, once Mo Yangzi breaks through to the middle stage of soul transformation, the situation will immediately be different, as a person from the Yuehe Sect, he must consider the sect.

Although the person in front of him was just a doppelganger of Mo Yangzi, Qiao Yuan still didn't believe that destroying this doppelganger would have no effect on his deity.

But just as Qiao Yuan was about to make a move, Mo Yangzi shook the folding fan and suddenly said: "To tell you from my heart, if there is reincarnation in this world, I would like to believe that you are the reincarnation of that senior." ”

Qiao Yuan's heart was shocked, reincarnation? During this time, he has not been less exposed to this word, the reincarnation of the ice holy spirit body, the reincarnation that the little gourd said after waking up, all kinds of things are connected, Qiao Yuan absolutely believes that there is reincarnation in this world.

"Looking back at Huayun Chu, this year is less, negative wine bag, could this really be a reincarnation?" Qiao Yuan muttered in his heart, remembering the words and sentences on the top of the Yufeng Pavilion in Luoxia City, remembering the story Mo Yangzi said, and remembering the scene when he left Huayun City at night that year, he hesitated.

For a moment of hesitation, Mo Yangzi gently pulled his right hand, and the ink folding fan flew and rotated into a picture scroll of heaven and earth, instantly enveloping the entire mountain.

Danqing ink dyeing, everything around seems to have become a scene in the picture scroll, including Qiao Yuan who was standing there, Mo Yangzi waved his sleeves, and a seven-foot wolf appeared in front of him, the pen moved with his fingers, and in an instant, the wind and clouds were reversed, lightning and thunder, and black rain fell in the sky, which was ink rain.

Qiao Yuan's expression changed suddenly, knowing that he had fallen into the murderous encirclement of Mo Yangzi, those ink rains fell on the ground, it seemed that they were only dyeing the earth black, without any lethality, but Qiao Yuan understood that once he was contaminated, the consequences would be unimaginable.

His hands were like electricity, and he quickly pinched out one seal after another, but in an instant, there was a water pole forbidden and an earth pole forbidden around his body, and the moment he temporarily resisted the ink rain, he grabbed the void in his right hand, and a silver spear suddenly appeared.

Qiao Yuan held the spear in both hands, and the cultivation at the peak of the late Yuan Infant in his body completely burst out, and swept towards Mo Yangzi outside the Heaven and Earth Picture Scroll.

The power of this shot is enough to be regarded as Qiao Yuan's most peak strength now, the void is shaking, and there are signs of instability, silver light appears, it is fleeting, if there are others watching the battle from a distance, you will definitely see a magnificent scene.

There are ink-stained wind and clouds stirring in the sky, a large brush is outlined vertically and horizontally, and the weather is amazing, but at this time, there is a narrow silver line that cuts through the entire ink black, like a sword opening the wind and clouds, and the knife splits the world.

Mo Yangzi's eyes condensed slightly, and he was surprised that Qiao Yuan's strength was so strong, but his expression was still indifferent, folding the fan and turning it over, the earth shook, and the ink rain that had just fallen on the ground turned into a fierce tiger and a fierce wolf and pounced towards Qiao Yuan in an instant, at the same time, his right finger moved in the air, and between the dragons and snakes, a towering mountain was drawn in an instant, drawing both the essence, blocking in front of him, and meeting the silver light that flashed away.

"The wind rises, the wind extinguishes, the wind kills!" Facing the tigers and wolves around him who could barely kill them, Qiao Yuan did not hesitate to cast the three-style spell of the Spirit Wind Decision, the wind swept around him, and the sound of the golden iron horse came out from the flying of swords, guns, swords, and halberds.

On the other side, Mo Yangzi still underestimated Qiao Yuan, the moment the ink mountain came into contact with the silver light, a huge crack appeared from it, but the power of the silver light was also cut by half, Mo Yangzi raised his hand again and drew a long river, and completely dissolved Qiao Yuan's full strength with one shot.

It's just that Mo Yangzi is at this time, his expression suddenly changed greatly, the ink folding fan took off his hand, and the landscape scene on it floated, instantly transforming around him, this scene looks like changing the sky and the earth, the sky is no longer the sky of the past, and the earth is no longer the land of the past, several mountains are staggered, the small river under the mountain meanders and flows, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the wildflowers flourish, but they are all ink.

Almost at the moment when all this came out, a figure suddenly broke in, she was the only different color in this inky world except for Mo Yangzi, white shirt and red dress, a pair of beautiful eyes flashed fiercely, and she slammed into the place where Mo Yangzi was standing.

There was a loud bang, like a mountain collapsing and the ground cracked, in fact, the mountain did collapse, and the ground did crack, but the inky landscape was not affected at all, and similarly, Mo Yangzi, who was integrated with that world, was still standing in place, and was not affected at all.

Ling Wanchen flew out, her expression full of puzzlement, the speed and power of the punch just now had almost reached her limit, and she was sure that this person would never be able to dodge without preparation.

But the facts were in front of him, Mo Yangzi did not dodge, and the punch also fell on the position where he was standing, but he seemed to be transparent, and perfectly avoided the punch.

The sneak attack failed, and it was not easy to get close again, Ling Wanchen approached Qiao Yuan's side, and seeing that he was trapped in a group of ink tiger wolves, he couldn't help but worry and called: "Husband, how are you?"

"I'm fine, this little trick can't hurt me, you go back away first. Qiao Yuan replied immediately, and then flipped his right hand, and the Flowing Moon Fan appeared in his hand, reciting the mantra, and then raised it and went towards the sky.

Flying arrows, with Qiao Yuan's current cultivation, can be called terrifying, this fan, the entire sky was burned into a sea of fire in an instant, what wind and clouds, thunder and lightning, what ink tigers and wolves, all disappeared.

Ling Wanchen had a happy smile on his face, and immediately flew to Qiao Yuan's side, and the two stood side by side, looking down at Mo Yangzi who was standing quietly in the inky world.

It is said that brothers work together, and their profits are gold, but now they are husband and wife, who dares to fight the enemy.

Mo Yangzi's face was solemn for the first time, and he thought about it in his heart, and then looked down at the folding fan in his hand that had cracked a gap, and couldn't help but retreat.

With a decision, Mo Yangzi's expression returned to normal again, and he smiled slightly.

"A shot opens the mountain and is frightened, a fist cracks the ground and is powerful, a fan breaks the sky and burns the clouds, and a silver hook is made of ink. ”

As he spoke, he held the seven-foot pen with both hands, and swiped it hard in front of him, only to see that the void was cut horizontally, revealing a pitch-black crack.

Mo Yangzi glanced at Qiao Yuan deeply, left one last word, turned around and stepped into it, and disappeared without a trace.

"Qiao Xiaoyou, we'll have a meeting later. ”

PS: There was a mistake in the previous chapter sequence, so it's still nine hundred and twenty-eight chapters, and I'll change it back later