Six hundred and eight tribulations

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound. It wasn't so much that the gray-haired old mana's mana transformed big hand grabbed Mo Chong, but that Mo Chong himself hit the huge palm. Seeing this scene, a trace of sarcasm flashed in the gray-haired old man's eyes. But what he didn't expect was that the imaginary situation where Mo Chong was grabbed by the huge palm did not happen, but the huge palm shattered in response, and Mo Chong pounced unabatedly.

'How is this possible!'

The gray-haired old man's eyes flashed with surprise, and almost at the same time, Mo Chong's people had already arrived in front of him, and they could only hear a 'flutter'. The Fire Phoenix Sword stabbed through his chest, and immediately after, Mo Chong's people also passed through his chest.

'Killed!?' Mo Chong floated in mid-air, looking at the body of the gray-haired old man who was slowly falling, a little surprised. Although the other party had no breath, Mo Chong did not have the slightest sense of reality. Most importantly, he didn't believe that a Yuanying Cultivator of the same strength as the Fire Dragon Dao would be killed so lightly.

"Be careful!"

A loud shout came from the mouth of the Fire Dragon Dao below. Mo Chong's face changed, and before he could react, a black figure suddenly appeared above his head, it was the old man in gray who had just been pierced by his sword. The gray-clothed old man sneered, and suddenly a black ghost-headed broadsword more than three feet big in his hand appeared, and it suddenly slashed towards the top of Mo Chong's head.

"Pounce. ”

There was a muffled sound. The ghost head knife slashed at Mo Chong's head without any tricks, but fortunately with the soul armor to protect him, Mo Chong was not split by this knife, but the huge impact still crushed Mo Chong down.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang. Mo Chong's people smashed into the ground like meteorites. As soon as the face of the Fire Dragon Dao changed, he wanted to rush to the rescue. But the dozens of monks around him shot together at this time. Dozens of magic weapons, along with various spells, were intertwined outside the Fire Dragon Dao person. That is, the Fire Dragon Dao people were not injured. Under such a fierce attack, it was impossible to break through for a while. Not to mention the fact that he was now seriously injured? He was suddenly trapped in his place.

"Click. There was a soft sound. The gray-haired old man also fell to the ground. His eyes flickered as he looked at the pit of dirt that Mo Chong had smashed into the ground. Mo Chong's defense was so strong that he didn't expect it. Is it because of that armor of spirit condensation, or is there any other talisman treasure on his body?Well, it should be that soul armor, because he didn't feel the breath of Mo Chong's talisman magic weapon, if it was an automatic talisman treasure, it would be strong enough to block his attacks several times in succession. That can only be a being that surpasses his rank. Such a treasure is impossible to have in the immortal cultivation world.

"Whoosh!"

A sword light, at this time, suddenly shot out from the dirt pit in front of the gray-haired old man with lightning speed, and Mo Chong's person also suddenly broke out of the dirt pit. Mo Chong struck again. This time, the timing couldn't be better. The gray-haired old man was so close, and the sword light was so fast, just in an instant, the Fire Phoenix Sword had already arrived in front of the gray-haired old man. The gray-haired old man seemed stunned. It wasn't until the sword light was approaching him that he waved the ghost-headed broadsword in his hand.

'Got it!' Mo Chong's eyes flashed with joy. Such a close distance. He is gathering momentum again, and the gray-haired old man will definitely not be able to stop him.

"Dang!" In Mo Chong's opinion, it was already a blow that could never be blocked, but it was blocked by the gray-haired old man's first sword. At the moment when the Fire Phoenix Sword struck with the Ghost Head Broadsword, Mo Chong only felt a strong force coming from the Fire Phoenix Sword, which shook his right hand and made his right hand numb, and the long sword could no longer hold it, and was knocked out from afar. And the next moment, the tip of the ghost-headed broadsword was already against his throat.

"You're doing a great job. But it's not good enough. You want to kill me so much. If I want to sneak attack and kill someone, I must first learn to hide my killing intent. The gray-haired old man stared at Mo Chong and said lightly, and the ghost-headed big knife in his hand was slowly sent out. Although this movement was very slow, Mo Chong felt a huge pressure on the tip of the knife, which made him almost breathless. Inch by inch, he was pressed into the ground.

"If you kill him, you won't be able to ask anything!" Not far away, the Fire Dragon Daoist, who was forced to move an inch, spoke loudly.

The gray-haired old man chuckled lightly and said, "Don't worry, I won't kill him like this." I just wanted to see how long this spirit armor outside of him could last. But then again, I've never seen you care so much about someone. Could it be that this kid is really your illegitimate son?" said the gray-haired old man, but the ghost-headed broadsword in his hand did not relax at all. The soul armor outside Mo Chong's body began to flicker. It seems that the other party has already used his real strength.

Mo Chong was already overwhelmed at this time. All he felt was a blackness in front of his eyes. Hearing the gray-haired old man's words, Mo Chong couldn't help but want to laugh. You want to know how strong the soul armor is, and you don't need to use it so hard. According to your method, before the soul armor expires, Lao Tzu will be crushed to death by you first. Of course, Mo Chong couldn't laugh or speak. In the eyes of the gray-haired old man, Mo Chong looked like he was glaring angrily.

"Boom! boom!"

A dull thunderclap rang out above everyone's heads. The black sky was covered with thick dark clouds at a breakneck speed. The already gloomy sky was obscured by these dark clouds, and it was immediately so dark that he couldn't see his fingers.

"What's the matter, is it going to rain?" the gray-haired old man frowned and looked up at the sky. The animals and plants in the natural world can still predict the coming of wind and rain, and immortal cultivators who absorb the cultivation of heaven and earth are naturally more sensitive to the changes between heaven and earth. Judging from the weather just now, it didn't look like it was going to rain at all, could it be that something had happened?

"Click!"

That is, the moment when the gray-haired old man raised his head. A golden bolt of lightning as thick as an arm suddenly slashed out from the dark clouds, like a sharp blade, and slashed towards the top of the gray-haired old man's head. This is a real lightning bolt.

Even if the gray-haired old man cultivated to a high level, how fast could he get lightning? As soon as he heard a 'boom', the gray-haired old man had already been struck by lightning and flew upside down. Mo Chong was also knocked out of the pit because of the aftermath of the lightning, and the soul armor outside his body collapsed in an instant under the aftermath of the lightning, and all the ghosts that formed the soul armor were wiped out under this blow. I had heard that the power of thunder and lightning could restrain yin and evil, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful.

The gray-haired old man was like this, and the other monks around him were no better. After a bolt of lightning slashed down on the gray-haired old man, more lightning soon fell from the clouds. Lightning has the power to restrain evil things. The Demon Abyss Sea cultivators who practice demonic skills also have the property of attracting thunder and lightning. This wave of lightning came down, and the monks who were still fierce just now fell in the blink of an eye, and more than half of them were killed or injured. Those who are not dead are just surviving, and they are just breathing more than the living. (To be continued......)