In a verbal exchange, no one confided the slightest bit of information.

There is no need for strong momentum and coercion, no need for dazzling magic weapon brilliance, often in a few words, often a look, a move, both sides know each other's superiority.

The middle-aged man flipped his hand and pressed down, and the purple wind balls in his palms suddenly dispersed, and then, extremely thick purple smoke began to fill his side, extinguishing the embers that were still burning in the dungeon, and dyeing his body a crimson purple.

"Laughing to death, what are you two doing? So a little Lingyuan fluctuation is there pretending to be? Saying like the world is invincible, it's really stupid, I haven't seen the world. He Ruoyan on the side said dissatisfied.

With a playful face, she took out an amber-shaped magic weapon from the ring and touched it lightly to her chest.

"Whew!"

He Ruoyan's chest suddenly ignited a delicate pale yellow flame, and the flame slowly stretched and curled, hatching a small phoenix bird with wings ready to fly at the center of the flame.

"Huh!!"

The phoenix bird suddenly let out a clear chirp, and the red light all over its body shone brightly, causing the flames around it to burst out, and directly rushed out of the flames and flew towards the middle-aged man.

"Poof!"

A big hand suddenly pinched the phoenix's neck, and the cry stopped abruptly.

"What a mess of. The middle-aged man casually slapped away the flames of the phoenix bird, his whole body was releasing demonic purple gas, and suddenly a lump of shiny things appeared in the corner of his sight, which annoyed him for a while, so he simply slapped the phoenix bird deeply, pinched the phoenix bird's neck, and immediately stuffed it into his mouth, and began to chew continuously.

"Boom!!!"

Another chirp, only this time it was miserable.

The phoenix bird's body was still reorganizing in the flames, struggling and writhing, trying to break free from the middle-aged man's mouth.

But this is useless, the difference in strength between the two sides is too great, just like an elephant and an ant, the elephant can crush the tiny ant with just one kick, while a small number of ants cannot cause any harm to the elephant.

Therefore, the phoenix bird just barely arched out of the middle-aged man's mouth, and was quickly stuffed back into the middle-aged man's mouth, completely bitten and crushed, and then swallowed.

"It's impossible to !! the power of the bloodline...... Actually...... It's actually ......!!" Looking at this scene, He Ruoyan and He Dusao, who had been hiding in the corner for a long time, looked dull, and only felt a cool breath rising from the soles of their feet to the back of their heads, making their entire backs tremble.

That phoenix bird is the bloodline power of the Zhongrong He family, and its appearance is a phoenix bird, but in fact, it is a magic weapon refined in the image of the holy weapon of the Zhenshou family.

The power of this magic weapon can only be used three times, and it is sealed in nine-yuan amber, which stimulates the qi and blood in the body when used, and can often burst out with a power that exceeds several times the user's body to carry out a surprise attack, which is unguardable.

Of course, such a strong magic weapon is not common in Zhongrong He's family, and He Ruoyan obtained one because of his father's powerful relationship.

Therefore, the middle-aged man's actions at this moment not only shocked the two of the He family, but even Xuanyuan Wenying, who was standing in the distance, was stunned for a while.

Mo Chen stared at the middle-aged man coldly, and an unprecedented pressure surged into his heart.

"Alright, don't bother with these beam-jumping clowns. After the middle-aged man swallowed the phoenix completely, he looked at Mo Chen again: "Shenzi Fa Xuan, are you handing it over or not?"

Mo Chen's face was solemn and he didn't say a word, but he knew that a battle could not be avoided now, so he could only slowly bow up and suddenly pull out the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow.

"Nine Heavens Gathering Thunder!"

Mo Chen raised his hand, and a sword qi erupted, and the thunder light shone on his sword, suddenly crossing a distance of dozens of zhang, and slashed at the middle-aged man who was still in place.

"Looking for death!!" The middle-aged man clasped his palms together, mobilized the purple qi around his body to gather in front of his palms, and slapped it suddenly.

"Boom!"

Mo Chen and the middle-aged man's sword palms intersected, and a circle of concussive qi waves centered on the two of them in a huge roar, spreading out in all directions.

"Oh, the strength is good, and the divine soul is also quite good, and the exercises you cultivate are a little weird. The middle-aged man stepped back easily, his palms were folded again, and a circle of pitch-black vortices suddenly appeared behind him, and countless miserable white arms stretched out from the whirlpool, like a thousand-armed Guanyin, condensing hundreds of hand prints behind him.

"Try it!?"

The middle-aged man shouted angrily, and his handprints changed instantly, or into sword fingers, into splitting palms, or into two Dharma seals of the Buddha Dao, and for a while, none of the hundreds of hand prints were repeated.

He was smiling, his eyes playful, and all his handprints were blasted towards the ink.

"Boom Boom Boom Boom !!"

Successive attacks hit Mo Chen's body, each with a strong corrosive purple gas, constantly making a sizzling sound and emitting a pungent stench.

Every time Mo Chen hit his handprint, his whole body trembled violently, this was the first time he had met someone who could not be as good as himself in the realm, but could completely suppress him in terms of strength.

However, this is not the end of it, the power of each handprint of the middle-aged man is several times that of the first move of the two of them before, and even this power is still rising with the continuous release of the handprint.

Countless purple qi erupted, almost filling the entire dungeon, and even the surrounding rubble began to dissolve into liquid.

Xuanyuan was shocked and angry when she heard the cherry, and originally wanted to rush to help, but she didn't think that she couldn't deal with the purple qi that was scattered in all directions, so she could only keep retreating, and a strong sense of powerlessness surged into her heart again.

"Boom, boom, boom!!"

Every time the middle-aged man slapped his palm, the huge power exploded one after another, one after another, like a raging storm, and the ink dust retreated again and again.

The entire underground palace was constantly shaking, and the cracks on the ground were becoming more and more dense, and almost the entire underground palace was sunk several feet.

The middle-aged man walked forward leisurely: "Too weak! too weak! What about your blue flame!?? your monster-like flame form!??

"Bell!!"

His last slapped with both palms, slamming it on Mo Chen's arms, causing him to shake all over his body, flying backwards and slamming into the stone wall of the dungeon behind him.

Even the place where the ink dust flew backwards was carried into a deep depression, and the huge force almost shattered the entire stone wall, revealing the deep black rock wall behind it.

"Poof!"

Several streaks of blood splattered, but it was not Mo Chen who was injured, but a middle-aged man standing in place.

He looked down at his two arms, which had been completely torn open by several wounds, almost visible to the bone.

"Tsk. ”

The middle-aged man snorted a little angrily: "The exorcism of the God Realm is still too weak......"

He shook his arm, shook the blood off it, and looked up at the place where the ink dust was flying upside down.

"Is it dead, so weak?" The middle-aged man was slightly surprised, the place where the stone wall collapsed was silent at this time, and there was no movement.

This gave him a bit of a headache, after all, he hadn't pry out the information about the Divine Son's Dharma Transformation from Mo Chen's mouth.

"You're not dead!How could I die!?"

"Boom!"

Several boulders exploded, and a huge flame shadow rose into the sky, and it was a blue fire arm more than ten feet long, like a siege hammer, crashing into the area where the middle-aged man was.

"It's a good time! Nose print!" Under his arm, the middle-aged man was arrogant, and suddenly raised his hand and put his palms together again, and countless miserable white arms behind him twisted and rotated.

A large number of arms overlapped each other, spinning faster and faster, and finally turning into a whole, all of them overlapping into two miserable white giant palms that were not inferior to the blue fire arms.

"Break it for me!"

The middle-aged man's palms slammed out, and the miserable white giant palm moved when he saw the momentum, smashing it on Lan Huo's arm.

With a "boom", the blue fire arm was beaten and dissipated on the spot, turning into vast embers and flying back to the place where the stone wall was dumped.