"Any pain left?" Mo Zhiyu changed the knife in his right hand to his left hand, and the golden halo covered the entire pitch-black long knife from the palm of his left hand, and he covered the sword spirit of the Tian'a Sword on the ink knife, thinking that the current ink knife was the temporary Tian'a Sword.

Suddenly, there was another sound of wind, and a dark figure jumped out of the thick fog. Mo Zhiyu raised his knife and met it, and with a "brush", he cut off an arm, and then the black shadow hid in the thick fog again.

Mo Zhiyu looked at the severed hand left on the ground, frowning slightly, it was obvious that the remaining Yuan Force on it was not Mo Ziyu's. That means that Mo Ziyu is not the only one here who has been polluted by the Extreme Abyss Poisonous Mist.

Suddenly, another black shadow rushed out of the thick fog, and the knife that almost snapped into the ink delusion jumped back into the thick fog. Immediately after, another dark shadow rushed out.

"Dang!" Suddenly, this black shadow actually blocked the Mo Zhi Delirium Knife, because the Yuan Force gushing out of this fist was extremely thick, and it was Mo Ziyu. As soon as Mo Ziyu came up this time, he quickly punched, and Mo Zhiyu swung his knife and took it "dangdang", and he was about to fight back, but Mo Ziyu shrank back into the thick fog.

"Wheel war?" Mo Zhiyu changed his breath slightly, and saw that a black shadow was about to rush out again, he held the knife in both hands and slashed it with one sword!

This knife is a knife with the "spirit of the heavenly sword", and it is also a knife that condenses the whole body of Mo Zhiyu. This sword not only rushed forward with monstrous sword aura, but also swung in all directions. Not only did it wring the black shadow in front of him into pieces, but it also dispersed the Extreme Abyss Poisonous Mist within a radius of twenty steps.

His vision instantly cleared, and he realized that this was just an ordinary underground cavern, only much wider.

"Come out." Mo Zhiyu held the knife in both hands, looked around, and said this sentence very calmly.

After saying this, after three breaths, the dispersed dense fog suddenly rolled out, followed by five figures rushing quickly. Speed is unstoppable!

"Bang!" Just as they were about to rush in front of the Ink Delirium, the Ink Delirium suddenly disappeared, and they didn't have time to stop, so they collided directly. They are all in the realm of the late stage of the Phantom Yuan Realm, and they are all releasing powerful Yuan power, and this collision will make the flesh and blood blurred, and they will be shattered.

Mo Zhiyu slowly fell from the sky, looked at the pile of flesh and blood over there, and said with some sighs: "Although the combat power is still the same, the brain has dropped a lot." Then he turned and prepared to leave.

The smoke dispersed by the sword qi gradually returned, and it became a place of thick fog again. And the pile of flesh and blood suddenly moved, and a hand suddenly popped out.

Mo Zhiyu's ears moved, catching the small sound, and he turned sharply, and saw a dark figure rushing out of the thick fog. The first to burst out was a scarred hand, and the black blood on it was still flowing.

This person is Mo Ziyu, he is more powerful than those people, and he did not die in the impact just now. And after waking up, his goal remained the same.

However, his goal was still unattainable.

Mo Zhiyu raised his right hand, which was wrapped in the Demon Dragon's True Armor, and grabbed Mo Ziyu's palm at once; His left hand stabbed into Mo Ziyu's heart and shattered Mo Ziyu's Yuan Jing.

Mo Ziyu's blood-red eyes widened, but he still didn't make a sound. Suddenly, he was grabbed by the hand that Mo Zhiyu was grabbing, and his second thumb and middle finger were broken at once, attacking Mo Zhiyu's chest like an arrow off the string.

Mo Zhiyu was startled, and kicked Mo Ziyu out with a single kick, but those two fingers still hit him in the chest, and although they didn't penetrate his clothes, they shattered the talisman he had attached there.

And the dying counterattack of this late-stage realm realm of the Phantom Yuan Realm still shook his heart. Mo Zhiyu spurted out a mouthful of blood, and he almost didn't stand still.

But he was still in the Extreme Abyss Poisonous Mist, losing the protection of the Talisman, and those Extreme Abyss Poisonous Mists were immediately entangled. Mo Zhiyu immediately took out another talisman, and then he was stunned.

Because those poisonous fogs didn't have any effect on him, he was immune to the Extreme Abyss Poisonous Mist?!

Mo Zhiyu coughed a few times, clutching his chest to run his strength, soothing his internal injuries. He should be glad that the bloodline of the Progens saved his life again.

Suddenly, another black shadow appeared, and Mo Zhi didn't want to split the black shadow into two with a single sword. But there was still a figure behind the black shadow, and Mo Zhiyu was about to return the knife and cut again, but he was stunned:

"Wanwan?"

Wanwan came from the black mist, her eyes glowed with blue light, her face was expressionless, like a real daughter of death, from hell, taking her soul.

In Mo Zhiyu's stunned daze, Wanwan didn't say a word, and reached out to make a "jingling" sound, which was the sound of the strange bracelet on her hand. The bracelet was wrapped around her hand like a special glove.

The voice of the remnant soul sounded in Mo Zhiyu's mind, with surprise: "Silver Suo Golden Bell!" ”

Wanwan stepped forward and pressed a palm on Mo Zhiyu's forehead.

Mo Zhiyu only felt that his head was "buzzing", and his divine consciousness was like the sea in a hurricane, and a cloud of gray-white gas was peeling off his brain.

In the violent shock of his divine sense, Mo Zhiyu's eyes gradually turned red, and the ink knife in his hand flew out of his hand and attacked Wanwan. But when the knife was still a centimeter away from Wanwan, it was easily held by Wanwan, and her other hand was also wearing a silver golden bell.

The blood color of Mo Zhi's eyes became thicker and thicker, and the blood vessels around his body suddenly became abrupt, lighting up with the color of magma. But before his consciousness was completely dissipated, he closed his hand with difficulty and squeezed it.

With a "boom", a skull flew out of the mountain emblem on his collar.

"Yikes!" Wanwan was so frightened that she jumped three meters away with a backjump. Mo Zhiyu was instantly freed from the control of the silver suo golden bell, and the gray-white gas behind his head immediately retracted into the back of his head.

At this moment, Mo Zhiyu had completely revealed the "Immortal Clan", and the special clothes of Tianjian Mountain had been tightened by the muscles. He still has a shred of self-consciousness left, and that is: "Kill!" ”

Mo Zhiyu roared and rushed in the direction of Wanwan. And the wispy in the dense fog has eased up after being frightened by the skull. She heard the roar of the Ink Delirium, and saw the shadow of the Ink Delirium in the thick fog. Then she raised her hands, and the silver and gold bells on her hands made a "jingling" sound, and she drew a formation in the air.

As soon as the formation was formed, Mo Zhiyu's angry fist came.

"Boom!"

The powerful shock fluctuations shook the ground and the smoke fled in all directions, and the walls of the cave here also shook and trembled. But Mo Zhiyu's punch is only hitting that formation, and this is a "Yin and Yang Transformation Array", the greater the power of Mo Zhiyu's punch, the greater the power of the rebound to him!

Then came the second voice: "Boom! ”

Under the power of his fist, even the ink delirium in the state of "Clan's Clan" was rebounded. There was a "boom" sound along the way, and I don't know how many caves were broken and how much dust was stirred up.

"Not good! The seal is showing signs of breaking! ——The next chapter "The Map of Mystery" / This chapter is dedicated to "Journey to the West: The Great Sage Marrying"

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