Mo Qingshan sighed softly and said: "I never thought that ten thousand years later, there would be someone in this world who could force me to such a situation."
However, his words did not move Luo Yunxiao and Di Ming Jue at all.
There was not a word of exchange between the two, nor was there any hesitation or entanglement.
The battle was incomparably tacit.
No one is even interested in exchanging half a sentence with Mo Qingshan.
Twelve natal long swords burned [Mingyin Shengyan] and attacked Mo Qingshan.
Di Ming Jue's figure also merged with [Jiuyou Hongmengyan], turning into a black blade, stabbing towards Mo Qingshan's heart.
Mo Qingshan unhurriedly withdrew the last stroke drawn on the silk cloth, looked at the two people who quickly attacked him, and spit out the next sentence: "Fortunately, I have prepared for it, the Xiaoyaomen on the ancient battlefield, I am afraid It has been reduced to ruins."
"The people you care about, at most another quarter of an hour, none of them will survive."
There was a momentary pause for the figure galloping towards the sky like lightning.
Mo Qingshan hooked the corners of his lips, and threw out a talisman.
The talisman burned in the air, reflecting a familiar scene.
On the barren and dead ancient battlefield, the "oasis" that had originally built a gorgeous palace has now turned into ruins on the ground.
All the spiritual grass and spiritual plants have withered.
Blood stained the ground red.
At a glance, they were all stacked corpses.
Some of them opened their eyes wide, and they did not rest in peace.
Some of their bodies had been chopped into several pieces, and their intestines and viscera were spilled all over the floor.
These are all disciples who are new to Kaguramen.
And the demon soldiers and generals of the demon clan.
Kagura Gate and Xiaoyao Gate are located in the same place.
At this time, they have become ruins together.
On top of the ruins, seven figures wrapped in black were standing in the air.
Every man in black is holding someone in his arms.
The Mingyin Holy Flame burning on the twelve long swords slowly disappeared.
[Jiuyou Hongmengyan] and Di Ming Jue are also unfused.
The two suddenly raised their heads and looked at the image displayed by the [Shadow Talisman] in horror.
Mo Qingshan's eyes suddenly sank.
The silk cloth in his hand was suddenly thrown towards the sky, and a strong killing intent filled his eyes.
The real top masters compete with each other, and the negligence of the slightest deviation is a fatal failure.
And Mo Qingshan threw out the [Shadow Talisman] at this time, waiting for this moment.
…
An earth-shattering bang exploded throughout the polar region.
The sky was full of yellow sand mixed with an energy storm, sweeping across the world in an instant.
Everyone outside the valley never expected that my sister would be so easily broken.
Immediately, he was swept by the strong wind and fell to the ground, excruciatingly painful.
Only the three immortals Jun Shitian, Li Weiran and Han Chujiu can still stand in place.
However, see the scene in front of you.
Because of the calmness of these three people, their expressions suddenly changed drastically.
[Decree of Conferred Gods] The final rules are finally written.
As for the above rules, there is only one clear one.
[Within the laws of the field, those who dare to resist will be scattered!]
Di Ming Jue and Luo Yunxiao fell to their knees on the ground, blood spilled from his mouth.
His eyes began to blur a little bit.
Several other people wanted to rush over, but they all felt the pain of their souls being torn apart.
Let them fall to the ground, howling in pain.
Jun Shitian, Li Weiran and Han Chujiu reluctantly knelt on the yellow sand, staring at Mo Qingshan.
But Mo Qingshan doesn't pay attention to them, but looks at Di Ming Jue and Luo Yunxiao, walking towards them step by step.
"Di Ming Jue, Luo Yunxiao, what do you think is the most important part of my overall plan for ten thousand years?"