Ouyang Hong's eyes were shining, looking at Han Xiaoning and Mo Zifeng, he suddenly felt that he was too happy!

Han Xiaoning looked at Ouyang Hong like this and smiled slightly, and there was a faint sense of happiness in his heart! If they came out a little later, this guy would probably be crushed.

Thinking of this, the killing intent in Han Xiaoning's heart was even stronger, but he didn't give him a chance to make a move, this Mo Zifeng was already floating in the air, and with a light tap, the Seven Star Furnace flew up and slowly fell into Mo Zifeng's hands!

"You're finally willing to come out, this time I want your life!" The troll clan felt very distressed when they thought that they had lost half of their cultivation, but how many years of accumulation.

If you can't get their treasures this time, you can't get those fire crystals, you will really lose money. So no matter what, he must defeat Mo Zifeng and get the treasure on his body.

"You've been waiting for me to come out?" Mo Zifeng asked, his voice was very soft, and he didn't sound angry.

"That's right, I'll wait for you here, if you don't come out again, I'll kill all the monks outside!" said the troll clansman, with a hint of teasing in his eyes, his current strength was not afraid of Hat Peak at all, he believed that as long as he made a move, he could not kill this man.

"So now you've waited. Mo Zifeng said lightly, the face of the troll clan on the other side changed, the so-called pretense is probably like this, is it any point to be handsome like this at the moment of life and death? So it just doesn't like human beings, like them go to the demon clan, although they don't look good, but their temperament is very real.

"Okay, then I'll kill you, see how arrogant you are. "Actually, what is the most angry thing in the hearts of the troll clan? It's not that Mo Zifeng's cultivation is very strong, but that such a person is so handsome, so powerful, and even so arrogant, doesn't this leave a way out for people to retreat?

The blood demon clan didn't say anything anymore, the black ** qi in their hands condensed and the red flames under their feet were blazing! Everyone looked at it from a distance, and they felt very frightened in their hearts, but they were now controlled by the troll clansmen, and they couldn't run, and they all let out desperate roars.

"Suffer death!" said the troll clansman, burning the spiritual power flame in his hand to the maximum, and then smashed it towards Mo Zifeng.

The troll clan didn't believe it at all, with their strong physical strength and such a powerful spiritual power flame, they couldn't hurt the other party! This time this punch was over!

Ouyang Hong also looked at him a little nervously, not believing that Uncle Taishang would be defeated like this, but the demon clan was indeed too powerful. Son, several ancestors of Lingyue Sect were also very nervous, they didn't know what kind of treasure Mo Zifeng had obtained when he entered that legendary treasure this time, and would it help him in this battle?

Only Han Xiaoning stood very calmly, and had no intention of going up to help, he understood that this was the master's own battle, and she just had to stand silently on the side and watch.

The trolls couldn't believe it, watching their flaming fist be blocked, just like that! Is this still human? Not even a monk is so powerful!

Don't say that the troll clan is stunned, why are you suddenly the illusory figure behind you is also slightly stunned, I didn't expect that as a wisp of the Demon Venerable's divine soul, it can't even beat a human monk!

"You, what treasure did you get?" So many people couldn't figure out this matter, they could only think about whether it was the reason for the treasure, because Mo Zifeng had a powerful magic weapon in his hand, so he didn't have any way to Mo Zifeng.

"Strength, what I gain is power. Mo Zifeng didn't tell the other party nervously at all, as if this was not an important secret!

"What? You actually gained power, you actually took away the power that belongs to me! Then it is my treasure, you give me back the treasure, give it back to me!"

The troll clan seemed to have received a huge blow, and he was a little crazy for a while! Then he shouted at Mo Zifeng, but his hand didn't move. Because Mo Zifeng used his spiritual power to shape a huge palm and gently grasped the opponent's arm in his hand, the troll clan could no longer move.

"You're wrong, that power belongs to me, and there has never been any treasure, just a little thing I once left behind. Mu Zifeng said this, and the troll clan was completely stunned.

How could this be what he left behind? This underground treasure has existed for nearly 10,000 years, this is impossible! How big can he be? It looks like it's only a thousand years old!

"You lie, you must be lying!" The troll clan refused to believe it, Mo Zifeng smiled slightly, understanding what words could hit the other party and completely disintegrate the other party's beliefs.

"What do I have to lie to a defeated and dying person?" Mo Zifeng said, gently clenching his right hand into a fist and striking at the illusory figure behind the troll clan.

The human monk didn't understand what the phantom behind the troll clan meant! Only the troll clan himself knew that the illusory figure was a wisp of divine consciousness descended from the Demon Venerable! It was because of this that he was so rampant, because someone supported him.

Don't look at his cultivation, it's not bad, but compared to the Demon Venerable, it's simply the difference between heaven and earth. That's why he needs to dedicate half of his cultivation in exchange for a wisp of Demon Venerable's divine sense! It won't be too long.

"You dare?!" The troll clan didn't know what to say anymore, should they say that Mo Zifeng was smart or should they say that he was stupid? He thought that this illusory figure was really so easy to deal with, even if he was just a shadow.

Mo Zifeng smiled coldly, and smashed down at the shadow, and in an instant, he only saw the starry fluorescence, and he no longer saw the illusory shadow just now. And the troll clan was like a balloon that had been punctured in an instant, and they were deflated little by little, looking at Mo Zifeng in disbelief.

"What kind of cultivation are you?" the troll clan asked, a little stunned, unable to believe that Mo Zifeng had really done it, breaking up the Demon Venerable's divine sense.

"Do you have anything else to say, do you just want to ask this?" Mo Zifeng's fist clenched lightly again, and if this punch continues, the troll clan in front of him will completely disappear.

"No, don't kill me, I'm willing to bow down, I'm willing to be your subordinate!" Suddenly, the demon people understood that Mo Zifeng was going to kill him, and they immediately coaxed.

Not because he was afraid of death, but because it was too worthless to die like this. He still has a lot of things to do, and if he really stops there, who will help him fight for what he wants?