He has black hair and a windless face, and his black cloak turns slightly, and it is vaguely visible that there is a white monster tattooed on it. The delicate feathers and the handsome face set off his evil aura.
"Master Mo Yuan is back!!"
Seeing him falling from the sky, everyone couldn't help but get excited.
In their impression, Mo Yuan has always been super strong and the invincible killer beside Master Xiaoman. Now that he has come here like a god from heaven, he has undoubtedly brought them hope.
"Look!"
At this moment, Bai Hang exclaimed and saw countless figures appearing in front of him.
These people were dressed in red robes, exuding a fierce aura, and were rushing towards this side.
"It's Mosha!! People from Mosha are coming to kill!!"
"What's going on? Does the devil want to add insult to injury?"
"Damn it! We haven't dealt with the corpse demon yet, but they came out to pick it up!"
Everyone looked furious. They thought that when Master Mo Yuan came back, he could repel the Rakshasa and then work together to deal with the remaining corpse demons.
As a result, the demon suddenly came out and caught them off guard.
"Wait a minute!" Suddenly, Huang Lin's pupils shrank and he exclaimed: "Are the demons and the corpse demons fighting?"
"Really!!" Everyone stared with wide eyes and looked at the demon in front of them with disbelief, fighting with the corpse demon.
Mo Sha's strength is extraordinary, and he seems to be able to restrain the corpse demon, in a state of complete crushing.
Not only that, among these demons, there was actually the figure of the twelve palace masters of the demons, but they suppressed the giant corpse demon.
"No way?! The extremely evil demon actually came to help us?"
Although it is unbelievable, the scene that happened before my eyes actually happened!
when!
At this time, a burst of seductive music drew everyone's attention back to Mo Yuan.
Mo Yuan's eyes were piercing as he plucked the strings with his slender fingers, rippling out notes one after another, which turned into sharp blades and flew towards Rakshasa.
"Huh!" Rakshasa's pupils shrank and he quickly avoided it. Then his figure moved and appeared behind Mo Yuan.
"Damn it, it's you!"
Mo Yuan looked indifferent, not afraid of Rakshasa's sneak attack.
Suddenly, a red light flashed over and shot towards Rakshasa's back heart.
Rakshasa's heart was shocked and he had to withdraw his hand to avoid this red light.
Mo Yuan put away his glazed guqin and raised his hand to grab the red light, which turned out to be a sharp red sword.
He turned around and looked at Rakshasa with an indifferent expression, "You are not worthy of dying under the glass guqin."
"What!?" Anger welled up in Rakshasa's heart, "Then let me see, what qualifications do you have to say this?"
He raised his hand, and countless resentments scattered, gathered into grimaces, and flew towards Mo Yuan.
Mo Yuan's figure moved, his black hair swaying, and he instantly appeared behind Rakshasa.
At the same time, the hell in his hand gently cut off the Rakshasa's other arm.
"In front of the devil, your evil thoughts are just the lowest existences." His voice was low, like the voice of the King of Hell pronouncing the other party's death date.
"You, you are a devil?!" Rakshasa's mind tightened and he couldn't help but panic.
In this world, if there are immortals, there must be demons.
They are powerful beings that tower over other creatures.
Resentment, originating from the obsession of living beings, how can it surpass demonic energy
(End of chapter)