"Wuhuan, do you know what you're doing now?" Mo Zhiyu immediately took his group and the people on Wuhuan's side to distance themselves, and the entire crowd was divided into three waves.

"I know, but we don't have a choice right now." Wuhuan said righteously, "Second uncle, for the sake of the great cause of the master, I can only wronged you." You are glorious. ”

"Glorious?" Mo Zhiyu snorted coldly, it's this sentence again, Yang Zhuoxi's crazy pervert said this sentence before, and now Wuhuan said this to him again, but it's just for his own selfishness.

"Glorious fart!" Mo Zhiyu scolded in a word, he looked at Wuhuan's eyes that were about to kill him, and knew that he could only tear his face, "What kind of thing are you, why did you make this decision for Shanmen?" I'm the one in charge! You are not eligible! ”

Wuhuan was blocked back like this, but Akili was not from Heavenly Sword Mountain, he said with a smile: "Now it's not about who is higher, what everyone agrees on is the truth." Mo Zhizhi, why do you want everyone to suffer for you? ”

These words were high-sounding, Mo Zhiyu sneered, and the ink knife was already in his hand: "This life of mine, if you have the ability, come and take it!" ”

Achilli unceremoniously shouted, "Kill!" Then the three waves of people immediately got together.

On the side of Mo Zhiyu, in addition to Hu Hansan, plus Meow Ball, all of them can be regarded as good players with one top two, so they can also deal with the sandwich attacks of the two sides, but the two most difficult people are surrounding Mo Zhiyu.

Akili and Wuhuan rushed straight towards Mo Zhiyu, and the cooperation of one sword and one sword made Mo Zhiyu stumble, with Mo Zhiyu's combat experience, if under normal circumstances, it was actually more than enough to deal with these two people. However, now is not a normal situation, both of them are in the realm of the Great Perfection of the Lun Spirit Realm, and Mo Zhiyu is only in the early stage of the Lun Spirit Realm, which is two cuts lower!

"Bang!" The three soldiers struck each other, causing violent fluctuations in the yuan force, forcing Mo Zhiyu to withdraw, he stood firm in one step, a fishy sweetness in his throat, and the right hand holding the knife couldn't stop trembling. Over there, the smoke cleared, and Achilli and Wuhuan stood safely.

"Mo Zhiyu, you are just an early stage of the Lun Spirit Realm, and we are all the Great Perfection of the Lun Spirit Realm, and we are really in the Great Perfection." Achilli smirked, "No matter how capable you are, you won't be able to beat us." Let's get caught! You can also be a little less bitter. ”

Mo Zhiyu swallowed a mouthful of blood in his throat, changed the knife from his right hand to his left, and pretended to be imposing.

But, of course, it can't be beaten.

He glanced at the altar over there, and saw that he and the altar, Akili, and Wuhuan formed a triangle. He saw that there was a distance of five meters between himself and Achilli and Wuhuan, and on the other side, there should be about fifteen meters between him and the altar, and there was also a wall of light.

Now, except for using violent methods to break the illusion, there is no way to get out of the current crisis, whether it is right or not, a dead horse should be a live horse doctor!

So Mo Zhiyu's face brought his trademark "confident smile" again, and he raised his knife and pointed at Achilli: "You, think I can't kill Alga?" ”

Achilli was stunned for a moment, and the knife in Mo Zhiyu's hand pointed at Wuhuan again: "You must have thought that I couldn't win Wumeng." Wuhuan was also stunned. Mo Zhiyu put the knife across his chest: "And I, just killed a late stage of the Lun Spirit Realm." ”

Achilly was shocked: "Sure enough, it was the person you killed, and you wronged him for being a zombie!" ”

Mo Zhiyu didn't answer this time, and directly started to rush towards the two of them, and Akili and Wuhuan couldn't guess the bottom of Mo Zhiyu now, and subconsciously prepared for defense, but the next moment, Mo Zhiyu jumped back to the altar with a cloud step.

"No, he's going to destroy the altar!" Wuhuan reacted immediately and chased after him with Akili.

However, there was still a distance of five meters between Mo Zhiyu and these two just now, and now that it was ten meters, they couldn't catch up, and Mo Zhiyu seemed to be confident, and he was about to split the wall of light with a knife.

"Don't think!" Akili and Wuhuan shouted at the same time, each brandishing his own weapon, and two sharp arcs of light slashed towards the ink delirium at the same time. In the later stage of the Lun Spirit Realm, the Yuan Force can be released, and this is the external attack of the two Lun Spirit Realm!

Mo Zhiyu, who was about to make a gesture to slash, suddenly turned around, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and stretched out his right hand.

"Boom!" In the moment when the two arcs of light were killed, a red and gold two-colored light curtain was released from the palm of Mo Zhiyu's right hand, wrapping Mo Zhiyu layer by layer. And Mo Zhiyu flew backwards under the impact of these two arcs of light, slammed into the wall of light, and flew towards the altar.

The tortoiseshell array shattered when it broke through the wall of light, and after successfully entering the wall of light, the ink delirium was also covered with broken golden lines, like a golden bottle that was about to explode, and the golden steel force broke through! But he saw the altar, and he saw the little light on the altar, and it was a stone tablet, a broken stone tablet.

Mo Zhiyu looked at the two people who exclaimed outside the wall of light, and opened his mouth to say two words silently: "Idiot." Then he raised his hand, and with his left hand he made a sword finger, and a golden light shot out, smashing the stone tablet to pieces.

"Bang!" The powerful explosion stirred up the fluctuations of the Yuan force, forming a powerful tornado, which seemed to have the potential to destroy the world, but it dissipated in an instant, and only a thick blood-colored mist diffused.

"Ahem!" Mo Zhiyu fell to the ground heavily, and finally couldn't suppress the injury, vomited a mouthful of blood, and he swallowed a pill given by Situ Sheng. I have to say that this unique secret recipe is really powerful, and his injuries are instantly healed. It just so happened that he didn't know if there were any other dangers after this mist, so he didn't dare to heal his injuries rashly, so he took another pill to stabilize his injuries.

His right hand opened slightly, and the ink knife that landed not far away flew into his palm at once, and then he slowly stood up with the ink knife, vigilant to look around.

"Did you notice anything?" Mo Zhiyu was asking the remnant soul, but no one answered him. Then he finally realized that the wreckage hadn't spoken since he entered the illusion. Therefore, this illusion has invaded his divine consciousness, and everything he sees and hears is false!

At this moment, he suddenly realized that the people and things he met were all likely to be fake, including the previous common tribulation and killing each other, all of which were very likely to be fake...... In the vast world, he is really the only one left.

It feels bad, it seems to go back to a long time ago, to that dark time, he was a lonely and down-and-out wolf. But he is glad that he is a person who has experienced loneliness, so he will not be disturbed by these anymore.

Therefore, he clenched the knife in his hand, his eyes flashed with magma-like light, no matter what he encountered, just kill it.