When the six-star pagoda tool spirit was dispelling the enchantment, it felt so sad that it was made by itself, so sad that it wanted to cry.
Why was he so overwhelmed at the beginning, that he wanted to covet the luck of the six-star lord!
The tears shed now are all the water that entered his mind back then.
Muyan ignored the six-star pagoda spirit, but looked at Mo Qingshan.
The regrowth arm was dripping with blood and flesh, but Muyan held the Qijue Sword without hesitation.
As she said before.
The battles in other battlefields have nothing to do with her.
At this moment, her only purpose is to kill Mo Qingshan and end this conspiracy and turmoil that has lasted for thousands of years.
Chu Moli took a step back and made way for the two of them.
The six-star pagoda spirit was beside him, watching the scene of the battle between the two sides, his face turned pale with fright, and his breath kept trembling.
too strong! !
Is this the little girl who was stupefied by him a few years ago? !
How long has passed!
She has already been able to fight the monster Mo Qingshan evenly, no, she completely beat Mo Qingshan without the power to fight back.
Whether it's the remaining divine power, the determination to fight, or the power of luck, Muyan has far and away the upper hand.
If it weren't for the fear of the aftermath of the battle between the two, the entire Yanwu Continent would be destroyed, so using the barrier transformed by the holy hand Zhitian to compress the fighting power within a radius of several hundred meters, Mo Qingshan might lose even faster.
The spirit of the six-star pagoda became more frightened and trembling the more he looked at it.
He was really out of his mind before, thinking that Muyan would definitely lose, and he left after making a fortune.
The six-star pagoda spirit looked at the other big boss beside him, and said with a dry smile: "Lord of Nine Lies, the old man's mission has been completed, so what, I... can I go now?"
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At this time, the monks and Fanre, who were protected by the demon army, also looked confused, wondering if they were dreaming.
When the seventh-level ghoul descended on their heads just now, they really thought they were dead.
In fact, there is no need for seventh-level ghouls at all, but the more and more ghouls encircle them, the overwhelming ghouls have already cut off all their retreats.
There is nothing but despair and unwillingness in everyone's heart.
They've tried their best.
They have not flinched or feared, and they have risked everything.
But what was waiting was still such an unbearable ending.
However, at this moment, the seventh-rank ghoul suddenly changed his expression and disappeared in place.
There was a rumbling sound from the ground.
It was as if there were thousands of troops roaring towards this side.
Defending the crown was suspended in the air under the protection of Yingmei and the others, subconsciously looking towards the direction where the sound came from.
He already had a guess in his mind.
Or rather, he has been looking forward to it.
And this glance finally confirmed his guess.
Tears welled up in his eyes in an instant, and his body was trembling because of the excitement, and he could hardly stand up.
"Everyone..."
Defending the title passed his hoarse and trembling voice into everyone's mind little by little.
"It's the demon army. We are not defeated, because our master is still fighting and has never given up on us!"
Demon army
Both mortals and monks were stunned for a moment, and didn't react for a while.
In fact, it has only been a short time since the disaster of the heavens fell.
But everyone felt that it seemed that a century had passed.
Because too much pain, death and tribulation happened around them, every day felt like years to them.