"Boom!"

Wu Ming's internal aura was disturbed to the extreme, if it weren't for the fact that his physique was different from ordinary people, he would have already been beaten into powder by the power of a great grandmaster far beyond ordinary people.

Rao is resisted by a layer of Azure South Pearl, as well as the green dragon armor to protect the body, the dragon clothes to protect the heart, and even sprayed a few mouthfuls of blood, lying weakly in the big pit, staring at the huge dragon claws that fell from the sky.

"This is the power that condenses the full force of that miscellaneous fish, and you will definitely not be able to resist it!"

Ku Ye's tone was surprisingly solemn.

"Hey!"

Wu Ming's face was hideous, and his hand was touching his heart.

In addition to the hole cards such as Loach, Dragon Clothes, and Cold Moon Knife, the only ones that can compete with such power are the Lotus Lantern and Ku Ye, as well as the unknown bronze holy sword.

He is not a cold-blooded animal without human feelings, over the years, Ku Ye has really helped him a lot, although he doesn't say it, but he secretly remembers this favor in his heart.

Now is the critical moment of rebirth that Ku Ye has dreamed of, how can he have a great cause and effect with the Golden Scale Demon Emperor who is about to be canonized?

No one can guarantee what kind of upheaval will be caused by such cause and effect.

Causally!

Butterfly wings!

Wu Ming follows the local customs, and already believes that cause and effect are the butterfly wings that implicate the change of fate, since it is a foregone conclusion, then fight again!

It's just that before the bronze holy sword came out of its sheath, the earth suddenly shook violently, making Wu Ming, who was already heavily injured, spit out blood, and the condensed trace of true yuan immediately collapsed, and there was no time to take the sword.

Ku Ye did not hesitate, he was about to make a move by agitating the power of the Holy Soul, he believed that under the light of the lotus lamp, no matter how great the cause and effect were, he could turn the danger into a disaster!

"No, there's something out of the ground!"

Under the full use of the Holy Soul, Ku Ye's senses were extremely sharp, and he instantly caught abnormal movements.

Buzz rumble!

Before the words fell, the moment the monstrous fire appeared from the crack, it rushed into the sky, and the huge magma torrent rushed through a radius of dozens of miles, and a large area of the earth's crust also rose, and everyone was wrapped in the magma coverage.

For a while, all kinds of treasure lights flashed, and everyone used the strongest life-saving means to protect their bodies at the first time.

Wu Ming was no exception, although the true yuan had been exhausted, the dragon clothes were connected to his mind, and in a flash of thought, they turned into a thin layer of green jade-colored light curtain, which merged with the green dragon armor, making this armor full of cracks seem to return to normal in an instant, bursting out with terrifying majesty!

Even so, Wu Ming felt as if he was scorched, and even smelled a trace of the smell of meat, and the brilliance of the dragon clothes and green dragon armor dimmed under the impact of the magma torrent at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The only thing to be thankful for is that although the Dragonclaw Phantom was not rushed away, it also slowed down its descent.

"That's ......"

But his eyes were staring at the top of the magma torrent, and the thin figure covered in the red golden brilliance, although it was a bald image, he still recognized it at a glance, it was Mo Zangfeng.

It's just that what makes him feel quite weird is that although this person has completely recovered the arrogant posture of the original cruel and hard-talking person, he is full of indifference, even if the red golden light in his eyes flickered, he still couldn't ignore the sense of alienation that people should not approach!

"I don't know what to live or die!"

Jin Qing's complexion changed slightly, but he immediately found that although Mo Zangfeng's movement was large, his breath was still just a grandmaster, and he couldn't help but be cold.

In his heart, except for all the saints in the world, no one can compare with his father, the Golden Scale Demon Emperor, even if it is an ordinary saint, he may not be his opponent, let alone a mere grandmaster?

It was not so much out of blind trust in the Golden Scale Demon Emperor, but rather because of his lack of cultivation experience, he couldn't find Mo Zangfeng's abnormal state at all, except for Wu Ming's familiarity with him, the only thing that found something wrong was Ku Ye.

"Oh no, he ......"

Before the words fell, he saw Mo Zangfeng, who was standing at the top of the magma torrent, moving, looking up at the huge dragon claws that covered the sky and the sun, and the red golden light in his eyes soared, like two small golden crow essences, but they were condensed hundreds of times.

"Up!"

I saw Mo Zangfeng sinking his waist immediately, exhaling loudly, and leaning down with his right hand.

Buzz rumble!

The magma torrent seemed to come to life, and it exploded in all directions, and the terrifying waves of air surged, making a thunderous and violent sound, and everyone was shocked to find that a huge shadow gushed out of it.

No, to be exact, it's a grayish-red, as if it had been burned through, exuding a dragon's horn without fluff!

"Jiaolong Holy Horn!"

Jin Qing's face changed wildly, and he exclaimed.

As a water tribe with dragon blood, he instantly sensed that the pressure of life from the bloodline made him feel inexplicably surrendered.

What is especially terrifying, although this aura is not as strong as his father Golden Scale Demon Emperor, it is countless times purer, and it is undoubtedly left by a dragon saint!

Click!

But when he saw the Jiaolong Holy Horn gushing out, it was not crashing into the dragon claws, but under Mo Zangfeng's hands, it made a clicking sound, piercing like thunder, and in the blink of an eye, a terrifying wave burst out, sweeping in all directions.

"Condensation!"

Mo Zangfeng roared again, his fingers turned into claws, and a cloud of red-gold sun-like light and shadow appeared in his palm, constantly absorbing the power that escaped from the shattered Jiaolong Holy Horn.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a flickering dazzling light knife, even if you close your eyes and dodge, you will feel the stinging pain of your soul!

It's a long story, but in an instant, the huge dragon claw can just descend, and the magma torrent that rises into the sky collapses, but it is ushered in a wisp of red gold sword that is incomparably sharp!

Boom!

The piercing roar was like thunder in the ears, and everyone was buzzing in their heads, trembling all over, and their souls were like bamboo rows in the torrent, which would overturn at any time.

There was even a great grandmaster who was not lightly injured, directly participated, withered to the ground, fluttered a few times and then lost his breath, and immediately emitted a scorched breath and was swallowed by magma.

The rest of the people were also uncomfortable, almost all of them were bleeding, unsteady on their feet, almost planted in the magma, I don't know how long it took, it seemed like an instant, and it seemed to be extremely long, and they really experienced what it means to live like a year.

When I looked at it again, there was a double image in front of me, and I subconsciously rubbed my eyes, but I didn't see it clearly, but everyone noticed that the power of the huge dragon claw that covered the sky and the sun and shrouded the mind collapsed!

"Poof, can't ......"

Jin Qing spat blood from his mouth and exclaimed.

With the canonization of the Golden Scale Demon Emperor a foregone conclusion, he was already as arrogant as him, where could he withstand such a blow?

How could a mere grandmaster, even if he was from a Heavenly Grade Sect, have the ability to break the dragon claw that condensed his father's full force?

"Humph!"

Mo Zangfeng staggered suddenly, looked up at the sky, and let out a sound that seemed to be a muffled snort, a sound like a cold snort, obviously not completely undamaged, but there was an extra red golden sword light in his hand.

The reason why it is said to be a knife light, not a knife, is because the knife light flickered, flickering and dimming, and it didn't seem to be an entity, but it had an incomparable, terrifying edge!

He ...... Most of the breath on his body was ......"

Ku Ye said with some uncertainty.

"Are you saying that the Great Sun Golden Crow, which fell countless years ago, did not die, but instead occupied Mo Zangfeng's body?"

How ugly Wu Ming's face is, how ugly it is.

As smart as he is, how could he not guess the meaning of Ku Ye's words, but when he thought that Mo Zangfeng ended up now, most of them still had his factors, so he couldn't accept it!

That radiant young swordsman, how arrogant, such a result, even if he died, he would not be blind!

"Damn it!"

The next moment, Wu Ming's left hand pressed his heart, and he was about to take out the bronze holy sword regardless of it and slash Mo Zangfeng.

"Wait!"

Ku Ye knew his temperament very well, and hurriedly stopped, "The knife just now, although most of it was extracted from the power of the Jiaolong Holy Horn, it was from the divine will sword technique, and I noticed the fluctuation of the soul aura belonging to that kid, and most of it formed a special symbiotic relationship with the existence that inexplicably occupied his body!"

"But there is still salvation?"

Wu Ming asked urgently.

"God knows!"

Ku Ye said directly.

Wu Ming was silent, maybe only God knows.

Mo Zangfeng may be a Shenzhou human race, an immortal Tianjiao swordsman, but after all, his cultivation is still shallow, and that unknown existence is very likely to be the fallen Chaos Demon God, the remnants of the will of the Great Sun Golden Crow, even if the will is firm, how can it stop such an existence from devouring?

What's more, after devouring a golden crow essence before, the soul got an indescribable benefit, and the power of that unknown existence must be far above this treasure, you can imagine what kind of terrible situation Mo Zangfeng is facing!

At this time, the huge body of the Jiaolong Holy Horn had already collapsed into slag, and with the impact of the magma torrent, it disappeared in the blink of an eye, and what was amazing was that the terrifying fluctuations in the Jedi seemed to have dissipated.

All of this started with the appearance of Mo Zangfeng!

"Brother Qin, Brother Cheng, Brother Tian, we have the same goal, how about getting rid of the previous suspicions and killing them first?"

Jin Qing said sharply.

"Good!"

The three of them glanced at each other, and almost killed Wu Ming at the same time, Jinqing, Lei Feng, and Lei Hengfeng were no exception, they all wanted to seize the heavy treasure on Wu Ming's body at the first time, and they were ruthless, but they were not as close as the three of them, and Qin Songzhi was the closest.

And the rest of the people, nearly ten great grandmasters, all shot at Mo Zangfeng who was standing in mid-air!

The vast and uncovered energy of all colors, although far less terrifying than the dragon claw, was enough to kill any of the same rank, especially Mo Zangfeng at this time, who seemed to have suffered a lot of injuries when resisting the dragon claw.

"Die!"

In the majestic cold cheer, Mo Zangfeng glanced indifferently, and with a wave of the red gold light knife in his hand, an invisible edge flashed out of nothingness.

"Boom!"

Almost at the same time, all the great grandmasters snorted in unison, like a kite with a broken string, falling silently.

"How is that possible?"

Jin Qing and the others, who had not yet rushed to Wu Ming's side, sensed that something was wrong, and couldn't help but be shocked.

Mo Zangfeng's body shook slightly, and two huge and uncovered red golden wings flashed behind him, and on the top of his head, waist-length red gold hair sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, fluttering in the wind like flames.

Call!

As soon as his wings were spread, the hunting sounded, and the hot and uncovered breath surged, just waiting to spread his wings and leave, Mo Zangfeng's face suddenly distorted, and he actually covered his head and squatted, and his indifferent and ruthless golden pupils suddenly burst out with terrifying light, and he looked down.