"There's no way back!"

Looking at Yang Mucheng, who was already surrounded by death in all directions, a trace of coldness flashed in Yang Mucheng's eyes. However, when he felt the Great Battle of Moluo, the breath that was still a hundred miles away from here, a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes!

And at this time.

The evil martial artist who received the order of the Great War Demon Luo also looked at Yang Mucheng nervously.

Call~

Suddenly, in the sky, a huge wave of divine thoughts surged rapidly. This divine thought stirred up a cyan cloud, gathering in mid-air, and even gathering more and more.

"What's going on?"

"It's ......"

Whether it was the surrounding martial artists or Yang Mucheng, they all watched the abnormal changes in the cyan clouds. And in the large blue cloud, there was a loud laugh.

"Hahaha, Old Devil Yang, I see how you escaped today!"

"This is where you are buried!"

In the midst of this laughter, the infinite clouds quickly converged, forming an emaciated human face.

Everyone looked at the face, and they couldn't help but be stunned.

Because.

This human face is the Great War Moro!

"The Great War Moro has extended his divine thoughts!"

"It is worthy of being a strong man at the peak of the Divine Dao, the divine thoughts extend for a hundred miles, and they are still so condensed and huge, terrifying!"

Everyone speculated.

That's right.

These people were right, the main figure of the Great War Mora was still a hundred miles away. Because he chased and killed Yang Mucheng for seven days and seven nights, his own consumption was equally serious, and he had to stop a hundred miles away to resume consumption. At this moment, he is single-minded and double-minded, spreading his divine thoughts and using them to control the battlefield.

Even if he was a hundred miles away, he could still observe Yang Mucheng's location.

Seeing this face, Yang Mucheng's complexion suddenly sank.

Of course.

He can easily do this method of fighting Moro. It's just that in this posture, there is no other role except peeping. As long as his divine thoughts are impacted, he can easily smash the other party's transformed human face!

"Fight Moro!"

Yang Mucheng narrowed his eyes and sneered:

"That's what you said when you were in the Wind Eclipse Domain! But, you chased and killed me for seven days and seven nights, and you didn't even touch the corner of my clothes, and you still have the face to say such things?"

The Great War Demon Luo was gloomy to the extreme, even if the divine mind was transformed, everyone present could feel what kind of anger the owner of that face contained at this moment: "Old Demon Yang, I admit that your strength has exceeded my imagination. You are the first person I have to chase down so hard, and I can't catch up with you alone, so I mobilized this strong man from a radius of thousands of miles. ”

"Even if they can't kill you, they can stop you. And it only took me three hours to get back to my prime. Then I can come and kill you again!"

"Listen to the martial artists present, who can stop Yang Lao Mo, I will share half of all the treasures on Yang Lao Mo's body, and give him the opportunity to choose first!"

Rumble!

The words of the Great War against Moro suddenly made everyone present boil.

Evil Jade Staff, Immortal Palace Secret Realm, Shilong Mountain Range, countless spiritual treasures......

These are just the things that everyone knows.

In addition, Yang Mucheng, as the uncle of the thirty-six grandmasters, must have treasures that they don't know. Not to mention getting half of it, even if you get one of them, it's a very rare thing. There must be brave men under the heavy reward, and all of a sudden, many warriors want a piece of the pie!

Boom! Boom!

What's more, some anxious martial artists burst out with all their internal strength on the spot, and this terrifying aura turned into huge pillars of light in an instant. From a distance, this area is shrouded in this mottled pillar of light, and Yang Mucheng is in the center of this pillar of light.

Seeing this scene, the battle Moluo raised the corners of his mouth even more proudly.

However.

Yang Mucheng, who was besieged, did not show a frightened and fearful gaze as everyone imagined, but raised the corners of his mouth, and his disdainful gaze swept around, sweeping the faces of those warriors who were eager to try one by one, and would rush over as long as the Great War Demon Luo opened his mouth.

"Do you think you can stop me by finding all this garbage from all around?"

What the?

Hearing Yang Mucheng's words, everyone was shocked, and their eyes widened one by one, unable to believe their ears.

And the extremely proud battle of Mo Luo, his face became even more gloomy at this moment: "You were chased by me like a lost dog, and you fled in embarrassment for seven days and seven nights. How much strength do you have, these people are enough to drown you with a mouthful of foam, what capital do you have to be arrogant in front of me?"

That's right.

The Great War Moro is confident at the moment.

chased for seven days and seven nights in a row, and even he couldn't stand it. Not to mention this kid in front of him!

In his opinion, Yang Mucheng is just a strong voice, and he is even more powerful in the middle. Perhaps, there is no need to recover by himself at all, just relying on these martial artists is enough to kill Yang Mucheng. However, the Great War Demon Luo didn't know that Yang Mucheng flew all the way, but he was constantly using the Ancient Heaven Swallowing Technique to absorb the aura of heaven and earth to supplement himself.

Coupled with the innate divine wood in the dragon pattern space, these seven days and seven nights of chasing and killing, not only did Yang Mucheng's strength weaken, but instead increased his cultivation to seventy percent of the Divine Mind Grandmaster!

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't calm down and absorb the Innate Divine Tree, maybe his cultivation would have already reached the half-step Divine Dao!

"Really?"

Yang Mucheng raised his head slowly, and his indifferent gaze was fixed on the body of the Great War Demon Luo.

"If I escape today's catastrophe, I will set foot on your Moluo Celestial Elephant Temple in the coming day! I will definitely make your Moluo Celestial Elephant Temple a river of blood!"

Rumble!

Yang Mucheng's words completely shocked everyone.

However.

No one suspected it was a fake.

Because, standing in front of them is Yang Mucheng, Yang Lao Mo, and the ancestor of the Thirty-six Sects. If he could escape today, the thirty-six sects would inevitably attack the evil path under his leadership in the future. At that time, the entire evil path will inevitably give up the Moluo Celestial Elephant Temple in order to save itself.

"Do you think you can leave here alive?" Looking at Yang Mucheng, the face of the Great War Demon Luo gradually turned cold. He shook his head slowly, and said in a cold voice, "That's it, that's it...... Old Devil Yang, die!"

Rumble!

Almost as soon as the words of the Great War Demon Luo fell, the evil warriors who were already tense and imposing were like tigers descending from the mountain at this moment, pouring floods, and in an instant, they rushed out wildly, desperately rushing towards Yang Mucheng, as if to completely submerge Yang Mucheng's whole person at this moment!

And Yang Mucheng stood in place, coldly watching the warriors who were surging from all directions slowly raise their heads, and at this moment, the killing intent hidden behind his eyes completely exploded in the next moment!

(End of chapter)