"It's really presumptuous, for so many years, those little ones have seen my father-in-law and me, which one is not respectful, you old ghost really don't know how to lift, in this case, let's turn our family into ice sculptures." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "Gonggong Mo also hated that in his heart, when he was in the Tang Dynasty Palace in Dongtu, who saw him with a smiling face? Even the emperor was also courteous to him. When he arrived at the Beiju Luzhou Demon Clan, no one except the Eastern Emperor Taiyi was dissatisfied, and no one would dare to question his authority.

Who would have thought that this old guy in front of him would be so faceless. A person like Grandpa Mo has a little bit of extremism and power, and for him he has reached the position of almost the pinnacle; women, like those who are missing so many people, how can they still have feelings? Wealth, with his ability, can't he be beckoned as much as he wants? Yes, what is the most important thing for him in this situation? Face! But the Styx Ancestor just doesn't give him face, how can he not help but be angry with Grandpa Mo?

A pair of sleeved robes were blowing without wind, and the cold frost had already hung on Grandpa Mo's face. He doesn't care if he can beat this long-famous super old devil, in short, if this bastard dares not to give him face, he will teach him a good lesson!

At the punch that came at him, Grandpa Mo seemed to slap his palm lightly, and the cold breath almost condensed the air around him.

The Styx Ancestor on the opposite side was even more bitter, under the intersection of fists and palms, he could clearly feel that the other party's mana and realm were far inferior to his own, and even said that it was a little reluctant to enter the realm of Ming for the first time, but the cold cold power was too terrifying, freezing along his meridians all the way, all the way, and even approaching near the heart.

Speaking of which, the blood-colored mana in the body of the Styx Ancestor is also biased towards the dark and filthy side, but the blood-colored mana condensed over the countless years is not as pure as the dead eunuch in front of him, and the blood god son seems to be moving slowly, and some of them are not very obedient.

Although it was hurt, but how powerful is this punch of the Styx Ancestor? It contains a combined blow of I don't know how many Ten Thousand Blood Divine Sons, even though the Styx Ancestor is not famous for its strength, but it is also strong and terrifying, and above the left hand of Grandpa Mo, there is obviously a crisp cracking sound, it seems that the arm is broken!

Is this enough? Far from enough! Blood-colored rays of light passed through his body, directly blasting Grandpa Mo into the ground. If he hadn't froze the other party's succession with that cold breath first, I was afraid that this alone would be able to abolish Grandpa Mo in half!

"Hmph, with your little ability, you dare to stop Grandpa Grandpa and me?" Without understanding the feeling in his body that he was about to freeze himself into a popsicle, the Styx Ancestor stood proudly in the sky and shouted, "Little ones, give it to the Ancestor, as long as you can grab it, it's all yours!"

"Long live the Ancestor, the Ancestor is invincible!" Below, a large number of little devils were cheering for the so-called "wise" decision of the Styx Ancestor.

At the side, Father-in-law Mo endured the pain and hurriedly ran away. He can be regarded as gifted and intelligent, but no matter how exaggerated his decades of cultivation are, it is impossible to compare with those old devils who have practiced for countless years, and it is a blessing in misfortune to be able to save his life.

"How can you dare to hurt your father-in-law and me like this, and this account will be settled with you later. If I don't put you in a seventeen or eighteen way, my father-in-law will not be the master in charge!" "Grandpa Mo is so angry in his heart, but what can he do? Stay in the green mountains without fear of no firewood, as long as he survives, and then call friends and friends, are you still afraid that he will not be able to fight this old king and eight lambs? Just His Majesty Donghuang Taiyi, I am afraid that he will be able to eat this old devil who does not know whether he is alive or dead.

"How can you dare to hurt me like this!" Rakshasa let out a frantic roar, his mind seemed to have been completely occupied by the demonic scimitar, his eyes constantly emitting a purple light that flickered and weakened, and the terrifying aura from hell constantly shocked the people and things around them, and hit their minds.

"How is it possible? Why did this guy's strength suddenly soar? The realm of knowledge, the realm of Ming, the peak of the realm of Ming! No, it's too fake!" Ciel roared helplessly. He is a little conceited, but that is also based on his good strength, and now the enemy's strength has surpassed him, how can he fight?

"Li Jiancheng, Holy Child, Pengbei, come over to Lao Tzu, and help me with mana!" Otherwise, even if he could escape, I am afraid that the subordinates of the Fire Spirit Emperor Palace behind him would definitely die completely.

Li Jiancheng, Holy Baby, and Peng Bei, the three masters of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, each stood in their own positions, desperately trying not to ask for money, and poured mana into Hill's body continuously. The three of them joined forces, even ordinary quasi-saints may not get any benefits, and with the help of the three of them, Hill suddenly almost returned to a state of perfection. Refreshed, he only felt a majestic power constantly circulating in his body, and his confidence seemed to have some back.

"The Book of Eternity, listen to my orders, seal!" In the face of this opponent who didn't know the depths and details, Hill didn't dare to be too careless. If the other party is a rakshasa, then just send it away, but this guy in front of him is clearly not a rakshasa anymore, but a terrible existence, and he can't help but not go all out hilly, and even use those magical powers.

The Heaven Opening Spirit Treasure "Book of Eternity" shone brightly in Ciel's hand, and one by one, obscure and dim light continued to emanate, covering all around, and even began to surround the surroundings of the Rakshasas.

"Kill, kill, kill, all worldly people should be killed, and anyone who stands in the way of this king should be killed!" At this time, Rakshasa had completely lost his mind and began to wield the demonic scimitar and slash continuously. I don't know if that mysterious existence is a certain king, or if the Rakshasa itself is the king of a clan, in short, none of this matters. The important thing is that the demonic scimitar cut through the sky, one knife at a time, directly breaking the formation laid out by the Book of Eternity.

"Poof!" a mouthful of blood spurted out of Hill's mouth, and the damage he received was naturally the heaviest heaviest.

"I'll help you blow this bastard away who doesn't know who it is, and then it's up to you to clean up the mess. Ciel took advantage of this opportunity to transmit the message to the three people behind him, and then covered his hands on the Book of Ages, revealing a determined look in his eyes.

"I don't know where you're from, or how powerful you are. In short, I was entrusted with the task of completing what he had told me. No matter how powerful your body is, get out of here, get out!" A gray light emerged from Ciel's body, turned into a huge hammer, and suddenly appeared above the rakshasa and smashed it down, completely not giving the other party the slightest chance to resist!

The gray giant hammer passed through the body, and it didn't seem to cause any damage at all, and the Rakshasa was intact, all of which seemed to be an illusion.

"Finally, I did. With a little satisfaction and relief, Hill closed his eyes wearily and collapsed to the ground.

"Ahh Madness, distortion filled his face, as if the after-effects of the gray sledgehammer had occurred.

"How can this be reasonable, you dare to hurt this king, this king will definitely come back!" A strange light flashed, and the purple light had faded, covering only the demonic scimitar. The Rakshasa fell from the sky as if he had lost his strength.