"It's a ghost! I've also adapted to it last time, so why don't you stop talking? This time you said 'working' to me again!"

"The situation was not urgent last time."

"Then what is 'urgency', what is the definition of 'urgency'!"

"You're just in a hurry now."

"Ahhhhh! Woman! Shut up!"

“…”

"Ahhhh! Talk!"

“…”

Mo Mo stopped talking.

Feng Yujin realized that things were broken.

Isn't this little girl angry again? She won't chat with herself anymore, right?

But I didn't have time to apologize, so I didn't show any mercy.

The moment the sword light sealed the throat, the gray fog man made a seal with his hands, and the world suddenly shook.

"Six Paths·The Door of Dust!"

The King of Hell is feasting outside, not crazy inside.

The sealed door that was originally just a crack in the door was formed in an instant and turned into a hexahedral, sealing it into the inner world of the door.

The sword intent of the King of Hell was stuck, as if it had been thrown into a different dimension space. It was temporarily unable to sense the power of its master and stopped in front of Mo Mo's throat.

All the people were confused.

What is this situation?

Feng Yujin was taken over by Mo Mo?

He held his head in the disappearing world, and was even more shocked than seeing that he had not used all his spiritual thoughts.

But these are not important anymore.

On the battlefield, the Gray Mist Feng Yu Jin's spiritual skill directly pulled Jinren back to the battle that Tianxuan Gate had once had.

Spiritual skills are the same, with strength and forming speed, but they are no longer the same.

At that time, the "Six Paths and Dust Gate" still took a lot of time to wait for the spiritual skills to be formed before trapping the enemy.

Now that it was just a few words of conversation, Feng Yujin trapped the half-Saint Wei Crazy.

This is a qualitative leap!

But before I could think too much, blood-red air and light were overflowing from the gaps between the six gates that were not crazy...

"break!"

Without a crazy roar, he penetrated through the world inside the door.

At the end of the voice, he blasted the six gates with the idea of ​​killing in the blood-red Qi pillar and crushed everything into primitive gray mist.

It is a transcendent work that is well-versed in spirit and is known as a cross-age work that is comparable to the power of the ancestral source.

What's more, the old sword saint's idea of ​​killing has been too strong after decades of precipitation, which is far from comparable to Xu Xiaoshou's idea of ​​sword that had been practicing for a short time.

Once the seal is removed, it is as crazy as a trapped beast to escape from the cage, showing madness.

He held the King of Hell Banquet, swung his sword horizontally, and the blood was empty, sweeping away.

"Slay the Demon!"

Mo Mo's body was broken when the Six Paths and Dust-Covered Gate was broken, and he had already withdrawn in time.

But the knife is not crazy too fast!

Manipulating Mo Mo's weak body through a layer is the biggest obstacle to Feng Yu Jin's battle!

Even so, his combat awareness was so high that he mistted Mo Mo's body in time, allowing the blood light of "demon-slaying" to be cut in half, but penetrated Mo Mo.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

The giant mural furns violently.

The blood light hit the side of the corridor, and next to the only entrance to the Ranming site, another gap was strongly opened, leading to the unknown.

Above the Ranming site, near the Heishuijian Gao Cliff, the mountains collapsed and the land was sank thousands of miles away!

The white and red clothes on it didn't know what happened, but they just got frightened like birds in the forest.

When they flew into the sky, everyone looked down, but they saw that the high mountains had collapsed into low-lying areas, as if they were pushed by the word "一".

However, after a short breathing period, the sinking mountains seeped out murderous aura and blood, and the maple red with thousands of miles.

Except for the trialists who were taken away by Wei An, who was always concerned about the battle here, all the other creatures died in the underworld.

The familiar murderous intent... Cheng Huan and others stayed in the air, looking at the collapsed ground, looking at each other in all directions.

"Senior not crazy?"

"This is a knife mark?"

...

"hiss!"

Give it all the air conditioners.

The knife that is not crazy is too domineering!

This sword with a complete divine mind is probably only able to withstand it, right?

If you change to an ordinary semi-saint, you should not kill a single gang Buyi?

These are the three emperors in their peak state?

Jinren couldn't help but think of Yan Wuse, who was also the Three Emperors.

From the First Palace of Sin to the Kingdom of Giants to the Abyss to the Blood Realm to other Jedi, from the Passive Fist to the Second World to the Demon Emperor Black Dragon to the Crazy Ji God’s Reap…

Yan Wuse finally died on the face of the water ghost.

However, now it seems that only this kind of situation and this kind of battle can truly drag the semi-saints of the third emperor level to death bit by bit, right?

"Ceong Yujin, can you bear it?"

In the battle situation.

With a knife poured out, Wumai seemed to be calmer and stopped in the air while leaning on the King of Hell.

Mo Mo condensed back into the solid body from the gray fog state, feeling pain in his waist and abdomen.

She reached out and pointed, and wiped the cracked dress around her waist, wiping out a blood mark...

Complete the divine thoughts, the ultimate power!

What is best for such power is the body of various elements, let alone the body of sealed body that cannot even be regarded as a body of element.

When the blood color between the fingers moved to the front of him, Feng Yujin was speechless.

"Ah..."

He waved Mo Mo's hand and explained numbly:

"Little girl, don't get me wrong!"

"This is really not something that I can't escape and deliberately hurt you."

"This sword is really a bit fierce, it looks like the eight great masters... the eight great masters of the eight masters."

laugh……

A large amount of blood suddenly spurted out in front of Mo Mo's waist, dyeing her white skirt red.

She was stunned, and her eyelashes were trembling quickly because of pain.

"Feng Yujin, I'm injured..."

"Uh." The gray fog man behind her shivered and could no longer say anything, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"He is very powerful, better than those before, isn't he?" Mo Mo interrupted and his voice returned to calm.

"This is natural!" Feng Yujin was happy. It was a good thing that this little girl was willing to speak!

"When you are in full swing, can you beat him?"

"Are you bullshit? This Emperor, he is just a mere semi-saint! Who are you underestimating?"

"What about now?"

"Uh...uh...he, he, mainly he is not a spirit refiner...you haven't grown up yet..."

"I see."

Mo Mo Bingxue is smart, so how could he not know that when Feng Yujin loses his confidence and starts to beat around the bush, it is equivalent to him being unable to do it.
To be continued...