boom!
Under a violent roar, the two figures quickly separated, and the tyrannical energy radiating from each other swept across all directions.
Qu Shang stared at Mo Yuan with a gloomy look on his eyes.
He felt secretly in his heart, this young man's strength had really become much stronger. Even though this punch was only 50% powerful, it still reached the power of the first level of Nascent Soul.
However, the young man in black in front of him caught the punch.
"You are really shocking." Qu Shang exhaled slowly, clenched his fists, and said calmly: "In just a few days, your strength has reached the first level of Nascent Soul."
"I'm sorry." Mo Yuan's eyes were clear and waveless as he said, "I am still at the ninth level of pill formation."
"Huh?" Qu Shang was startled, and the corner of his mouth twitched, he couldn't believe it, "Are you kidding me? A casual punch from the ninth level of pill formation can produce the power of the first level of Nascent Soul?"
He didn't believe it and couldn't believe it.
If it was true as Mo Yuan said, it would subvert his understanding of power.
Unless the opponent's punch was a killing move, how could he unleash the power of the Nascent Soul level
"Young man, I advise you to stop pretending." Qu Shang squinted his eyes and decided that Mo Yuan was just showing off, "Trying to be pretentious in front of absolute power is just asking for self-humiliation."
"Let me ask you a question." Suddenly, Mo Yuan raised his eyes, changed the subject, and asked quietly: "Do you know about the Demon Palace?"
Qu Shang's pupils shrank, and he looked at Mo Yuan in shock. Suddenly he seemed to think of something, and then mocked: "You don't want to tell me that you are from the Demon Palace?"
"Huh?" Mo Yuan frowned and asked, "So, you know?"
"Humph, the Demon Temple is a more supreme existence than the Demon. It is the temple that every Demon wants to enter." Qu Shang curled his lips and looked at Mo Yuan with disdain, "If you say you are a Demon The people of Sha still have some credibility, but if you say it’s a demon temple, you’re asking for trouble.”
"Is the Demon Palace related to the Demon Demon?" Mo Yuan ignored Qu Shang's complaints and continued to ask, with a solemn look on his eyebrows.
"Boy!" Qu Shang's eyes darkened, and sharp blades flew out, surrounding him with murderous intent. "I don't have time to play with you. Since you bumped into me today, just die."
As soon as he finished speaking, sharp blades flew out, blocking Mo Yuan's retreat from all directions.
Mo Yuan came back to his senses and looked at the densely packed sharp blades. His eyes were still clear and waveless, as if he was watching a rain.
Puff sting pew sting!
Sharp blades fell on Mo Yuan's body one after another, constantly cutting his body, and his shirt was all shredded, revealing a body full of scars.
Seeing this body, Qu Shang's eyes darkened, and he understood that this young man must have endured the burning of the lava before crawling back from the edge of hell.
But why didn't the terrifying lava burn him into charcoal
etc!
Suddenly, Qu Shang's pupils shrank, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.
His sharp blade only tore the opponent's clothes to pieces, but did not leave a single scar on the opponent's body.
How can this be? !
call-
Mo Yuan exhaled slowly, a strange light flashed across his eyes, and a surge of momentum shook away the ponytail behind him.
For a moment, three thousand black hair spread out, swaying wildly behind them.
At the same time, his body exuded a faint light that passed over every scar. After the faint light passed by, this scar quickly smoothed away and returned to its smooth appearance.
(End of chapter)