The thunderclouds fell silent

Everyone didn't feel the violent aura anymore, and it seemed that they had calmed down, and the calm was so sudden that the monks outside the thundercloud couldn't accept it.

Because there was no more news, neither Thunderclouds nor Morin!

The thunderclouds fell silent, and the thunder and lightning recede, which seemed to be a sign of victory, but Morin was not seen to break out of the clouds.

Was it a defeat for both sides, or was Merlin killed by the Brontosaurus?

Merin was killed by the Brontosaurus?

As soon as this idea came out, it was dispelled by everyone, you must know that Merlin is the number one formation master! How could he die like this?

Even if Mo Lin had any accidents, would the realm lords or the seniors of the Tianhua Realm be indifferent?

"Could it be that Merlin has recovered the thunder dragon spirit in it, and is refining his body with the power of thunder and lightning?"

"! Which eye has seen the thunder and lightning refining so calm before, not even the slightest movement, not even the power of the thunder and lightning!"

"That's right. The power of thunder and lightning is so violent, how can it be like this?"

There was a lot of talk about what was going on in the thunderclouds.

Ten days! The crowd waited outside the thunderclouds for ten days!

Some of those who are a little more bold will use the Shura Great Array to break into the thunderclouds to find out!

It was a sword, seven feet long, the body of the sword was like ink, and the gluttonous phantom on it was illusionary, roaring and roaring at the countless monks who wanted to break in!

The Demon Addiction Sword made everyone's imagination even more vivid!

"Could it be that Merlin recovered the Thunder Dragon Spirit and received benefits from it?"

The thought was out of control!

"Just a sword spirit, get out of the way! Otherwise, don't blame us for refining you into scrap iron!"

One person moves, everyone moves!

Countless monks rose to the sky!

This demon-loving sword is so psychic! And there is a trace of gluttonous soul in it! This is undoubtedly a treasure that makes it crazy for sword cultivation!

At this time, Mo Lin had no news, so what could he do if he took the opportunity to attack him!

Of course, those who can raise these thoughts are the elite disciples of the various sects! If they win this sword, they will immediately send it to the sect! They don't believe that Mo Lin can do anything with the sect behind them!

The Demon Sword is indeed powerful, but how can it be able to defeat these hundreds of monks?

Those countless sword lights slashed down with a bang! The demon-loving sword roared! The sword body shuttled between the sword lights and the talisman seals extremely quickly!

Seeing this, the wasteland was furious in his heart, and shouted angrily: "How can you be presumptuous in the First Great Array! If you want to hurt the Formation Master to pass me first! Where are the brothers of the First Great Array? Kill the enemy with me!"

The shouts of the wasteland resounded throughout the sky, but the shouts were so pale that they were like a joke!

There are only a few dozen people who support the wasteland, either friends of the wasteland or people with integrity in their hearts, or people who have experienced battles in the small world at that time!

The rest of the First Great Array monks all chose to be neutral, if they made a move at this time, it would be too much! But looking at the wolf ambition of those many monks, they didn't dare to step forward!

There is too much difference in numbers! They can't resist it at all! They don't have a deep affection for Morin, so how can they risk it for him?

"You!" Wasteland laughed angrily, "Trash!"

The wasteland shouted so loudly that it spread all around, causing absurd laughter!

They laugh at the wasteland, at the people who are scolded in the words of the wasteland!

"Damn it! Wasteland, don't think I'm afraid of you!"

He was a disciple of the Qiongling Sect, and he didn't like the wasteland taking the limelight on him, but the strength of the wasteland was indeed strong, and he couldn't refute it! For this world where strength is respected, he can only forbear!

At this time, the wasteland was undoubtedly angry, and he was not the only one who disliked the wasteland in the first array!

Lin Yu sneered in his heart, he seized this opportunity and said angrily: "Brothers of all factions, don't let this loose cultivation of the wasteland destroy the limelight! He dares to scold us like this!" Lin Yu said righteously: "These scattered cultivators have turned the sky upside down! Let them know how powerful we are!"

Originally, the disciples of the major sects looked down on those scattered cultivators, there were no sects and no sects, and their own strength was not strong!

Even if the wasteland is a powerful loose cultivator, they are still unconvinced! No matter how strong you are! If we attack in groups, you are just an ant!

Lin Yu has indeed stirred up the hearts of many sect disciples!

They look down on loose cultivators, and powerful casual cultivators naturally look down on them too!

As disciples of the sect, they naturally couldn't swallow this breath! At this time, this breath exploded! It broke out against the wasteland!

The secret scattered cultivators were cold! Looking at the wasteland and sighing, they couldn't help and didn't dare to help the wasteland! These sect disciples gathered together with too much power!

The wasteland and the dozens of people behind him used the Shura Array!

That's the body of a thousand monks! But it looks so small in the face of those thousands of monks!

That's a chaotic attack!

Sword Qi!Fu Seal!Formation!Knife, Gun, Sword!

Just a wave of frontal attacks!

The Thousand Zhangshu formed by the gathering of dozens of monks in the wasteland collapsed! Among them, the monks were all knocked out by that powerful force, spitting blood from their mouths, and their injuries were not light!

It was the fire ape, the ancient fire ape! It stood in front of the thunderclouds and roared!

He would rather die than retreat! He admitted Mo Lin as a teammate! How could he retreat!

The wasteland is a man of temperament! He decided! Then he will not retreat!

What kind of life is life if it is only promised? He doesn't like such a life in the wilderness! He would rather be the man who stands up to the sky!

The fire ape rushed angrily at the thousands of monks, roaring, slapping into the void!

"Fire Ape Roaring Sky!"

In the depths of the clouds, Situ Qi looked at this qiē indifferently.

"Master, it's time to make a move, otherwise"

Situ Qi stopped and said with a smile: "He's already awake, let's see how he solves it, this is the best time for him to stand up." ”

Situ Qi thought very simply, if a soldier in the army does not obey the general, he will inevitably not be satisfied! How can an army enter the war if he is not convinced?

The wasteland, the fire ape, the sea of fire!

Under the wave of thousands of attacks, the sea of fire and the fire ape were instantly covered!

The wasteland spat blood, and he looked at the countless monks, his expression was contemptuous! In his heart, these people will always be garbage!

In the end, he closed his eyes, and he had no regrets? People say that life has no regrets, and that's a joke! If there are no regrets in life, where can there be so many melancholy in the past? Where does no regret come from? Where does life come from without regrets?

It's just that for this matter, he stood up for Morin, and he felt no regrets!

Life is like chess, and there are no regrets!

It was a light! a flash of light! a flash of light! a lightning bolt!

The wasteland, which had been waiting for death, suddenly felt his body being dragged out, and when he opened his eyes, he found that his body had been thrown out! A man stood under the thousand attacks! No! It was a thunderbolt! The thundercloud followed!

A hundred miles of thunderclouds burst out, sweeping through the thousands of attacks, sweeping over the thousands of monks behind them!

Seeing that figure wasteland smiled, laughing so happily!

His laugh was simple, smiling at Morin leaving the customs intact, smiling at himself that he didn't have to die!

It was a pot of wine, suspended next to the wasteland, Morin looked back at the wasteland, raised his right hand, and smiled, "Done?"

"!"

The two of them laughed!

The wine jug was crushed by Morin, and the murderous intent in his eyes was undoubtedly revealed when he looked at the monk Morin who was swept by thunderclouds in front of him!