Chapter 879

When the master of the demon cult palace was angry, the dark blood and evil spirit of the chaotic earth in the whole Outland were urged to rise.

Boom!

Between heaven and earth, there are blood evil columns, towering through the sky and the earth, steaming and dense!

As the Mo sect leader pulled out his magic knife, thousands of evil spirits gathered into one, thousands of blood miasma condensed into a ball, all gathered at the tip of the Mo sect leader's knife.

Hoo... Hoo

Over the chaotic soil in Outland, the vigorous wind between heaven and earth immediately bucked the trend and rushed frantically to the flying mountain.

More than ten miles apart, the power of a knife of the master of Mo has scraped down a layer of mountain stone and wood water on the surface of Feishan!

Thousands of evil spirits and miasma of Qi and blood hang over Feishan mountain. The shadow of the knife is heavy. Shenhua knives and knives seem to have become knives in the whole world! Not to mention the flying mountain under the knife, even the vast outer land under the flying mountain can't bear the power of this knife!

"Such a knife... It's him!" the dense shadow of the sword appeared in the eyes of the Western Tianhou, but he tried the visible magic knife in front of him with an invisible sword.

"The two separated bodies are covered with the devil's skin. Unfortunately, his real body is finally angered, and a sword idea comes across hundreds of millions of miles away... It is still exposed after all." the White Dragon Emperor smiled faintly, as if he was not surprised by the real identity of the Mo sect leader.

"Although the leader of the Mo sect is a part of the six star domain Dao Zu, his power has been greatly weakened, but the power of this Dao is enough to defeat the 20 to 30 people on the top 100 list of emperors." the sword shadow in the eyes of the West Tianbo Hou converged and said faintly.

"There is no better way to make swords than the master of swords in heaven and earth. Unfortunately, the master of swords in the six star region doesn't have enough disciples. It is said that even the second ranked disciples have been sent, and they can't help Zhao Ruyi, the fighting crazy swordsman."

The White Dragon Emperor looked deeply at Bo Hou in the West sky and smiled: "I heard that brother Xitian once went to find Zhao Ruyi and returned without success. I also heard that Zhao Ruyi has gone to Tianchen Buzhou and joined the Arctic emperor. She is highly valued. She has been appointed as the sword king, led the battle regiment alone, and kept pace with the Arctic Prince Yu Youxi... Brother Xitian, it seems that you have been hidden for many years, your prestige and reputation have just been as before, and young talents have gone to the Arctic emperor."

"I also heard that Bai Yuan and nu Hai once spent a lot of money to attract Zhao Ruyi, but they were also rejected. Taoist friend Bai Long, it seems that the legend of the ancient heavenly tower with Luo Chuan in the past will soon be forgotten." Xi Tianhou was unwilling to show weakness and retorted.

While the two emperors and strong men were talking, the magic knife was hanging over the flying mountain, which stimulated the flying sand and stones, the blood evil flow, the heaven and earth changed color, and everything was silent, except that the flying mountain was silent and surprisingly quiet.

"Dare to do it or not... Rat! You dare to challenge me?"

The leader of the Mohist sect has an outspoken beard and hair, his triangular eyes are slightly expanded, and his sword eyebrows point to the sky, revealing a hegemonic style that does not belong to him.

I don't see what he does or how he makes a knife. His knife and pen go straight down, faster than the boundary of heaven and earth. It's as heavy as negative as the potential of heaven and earth. It cleaves to the flying mountain with strong matchless dark blood and evil Qi!

A knife did not fall, and with a roar, the earth below Feishan was split in two, with two cracks as the boundary, cracking out winding and twisted cracks.

The smell of bones deposited for thousands of years overturned and poured up from the depths of the earth, and the ashes soared and filled the air like fog. After rising, they surrounded Feishan from bottom to top.

When this knife was cut off, everyone changed color suddenly except the White Dragon Emperor, the emperor of the West sky and the commander of bochi.

The most drastic changes were the elders and masters of the demon sect palace and more than 100 demon kings who were besieging the demon sect palace in the distance.

They have followed the Mexican leader for many years. They also know that their leader is not only very skilled, but also extremely mysterious. But they never thought that the Mexican leader was so strong.

With this knife, the emperors ranking 15 to 20 on the list of the top 100 emperors have made every effort to split the land of the ancient battlefield in half.

Just then, a blood mist gushed from the depths of Feishan mountain.

The blood mist wrapped the magic knife.

Jingling bell

The magic knife chopped the blood mist and sent out a crisp bell, which was strange.

When the onlookers were surprised, suddenly, a strong snake tail was thrown out of the blood mist.

The snake's tail is as thick as one-third of the trunk of Hongmeng giant wood! The snake's tail is as long as the magic knife of the leader of the Mo cult! What's more, the trace route of the snake's tail swing produces an overbearing and exquisite blade!

It's not only the morality of the knife, but also a mysterious and quintessential skill: it's faster than the world of all things, and it's more accurate to cut off the slightest hair on its head and back with a knife even if there is a mosquito!

The pendulum of snake tail is fast, heavy and accurate.

The master of Mo sect, the emperor of white dragon and the emperor of Western heaven flashed a light in their eyes at the same time, both surprised and surprised, but also a trace of disbelief.

The Dao hidden in the pendulum of snake tail is the unique skill of Zhao Ruyi, the Dao genius who has risen rapidly in the nine days world in recent years!

In less than a millionth of an instant, snake tail and magic knife hit each other hard!

Boom!

There was a loud noise, which was comparable to the thunder of the emperor!

With Feishan as the core, the mountains, rivers, plains, abysses and valleys of the central ancient battlefield were flattened by the residual force dumped by the two attacks, broken into powder and razed to the ground.

In the sky above Feishan, where the snake tail and the magic knife collide, a crack is opened directly to the deepest crack in the void!

Countless void monsters climbed out of it. Before they could show their strength, they were crushed by the blade of the magic knife and the giant force of the snake tail, scattered into broken bones and flesh, and scattered to the flying mountain.

In another moment, the snake tail and the magic knife quickly retracted!

The magic knife ran away for more than ten miles and fell back into the hands of the Mexican leader. The Mexican leader's body shook, his eyebrows drooped, his eyes drooped, and his overbearing demeanor dissipated.

The snake tail also swayed back into the flying mountain, and soon there was no sound.

Until the void crack over Feishan was closed and the breath gradually dispersed, the hearts of the people were still hanging.

Although it was a move, it shocked the experts below emperor level. It was too great. Including the floating emperor, they all stared round, their eyes were stagnant, and their eyebrows were wrinkled and relaxed, but they were calculating and evolving their previous move.

Master Mo held a knife in his hand and clenched it into a fist. He stared at the flying mountain more than ten miles away. For a long time, he loosened his teeth and said, "who are you?"

As soon as the voice fell, another blood mist rose from Feishan mountain and erupted like a spring. In the twinkling of an eye, a blood lake with transpiration and bubbling bubbles was condensed over Feishan mountain.

Looking at the blood lake, many people were stunned and felt deja vu.

In the twinkling of an eye, the largest blood bubble in the center of the blood pool floated up and burst in mid air, revealing the sky snake Zhenjun sitting in it.

Buzz!

Ninety nine percent of the monks in the demon cult palace sounded their heads and looked at the strange and domineering snake man in shock.

"It's you!"

The leader of Mo sect was also surprised, and his thoughts were flying fast, but before he could return to his mind, a light smile sounded from behind.

"Yes, it's us."

On the huge wood of Hongmeng, on the branches close to the crown, and at the middle branches at the East and West ends, I don't know when there was a middle-aged man wearing a blue Taoist robe.

He seems to have just appeared, and it seems that he has been for a long time. He seems to be standing, and it seems that he is in some kind of body method that is almost to the extreme.

Because it's too fast, it looks like standing.

God snake is really king! Luo Chuan! Luo seventeen!

These three names suddenly appeared in the minds of everyone present!

In addition to the White Dragon Emperor's slightly raised mouth, showing a successful smile and a long sigh of relief. The rest of the people, whether they are western Bohou, Mohist leader, floating emperor, commander bochi, or Nanli and Yuyou, are full of incredible faces!

Everyone still remembers that Luo Qiming has been killed, and Luo Chuan also escaped with the seriously injured Tian snake Zhenjun. Although the father and son have surprised people, they have been out.

Who would have thought that in just ten days, the living Luo Shiqi and the God snake Zhenjun, who had made great progress in Taoism, returned to the central ancient battlefield and almost killed the demon cult palace.

Ding!

The familiar sound of copper coins sounded.

The heart of the monk of the demon sect palace was trembling.

Dang!

The sound of copper coins fell, accompanied by a high flying head!

On the huge wood of Hongmeng, in front of the elders and experts of the demon sect, there stood a flesh body without a head. In mid air, the severed head of the Mohist leader was about to fall back to his neck. A copper coin with a wide head fell from the sky and took the first step to occupy the position above his neck.

Pop!

The head fell, and before it reached the neck, it was twisted into pieces by the black light rising from the copper coin.

No one made a sound. Everyone's eyes were attracted by the blue Taoist robe. Almost at the same time, Luo 17 came to commander bochi.

Ding! Ding!

The sound of two copper coins hitting!

Luo seventeen and commander bochi face to face, and a deadly copper coin jumps in the palm of their hands at the same time!

"Teacher, the students are back." Luo seventeen opened his mouth, his tone was indifferent, his eyes were cold and decisive.

The voice fell with a clang.

They each held a copper coin in their palms. One was intact and the other had been smashed.

"How did you do that?" commander bochi stared at the smashed copper coins in the palm of his hand. His face was pale and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. After a long time, he said, "it's impossible."

When the voice fell, commander bochi trembled, staggered back, and his face became yellow and dark.

Shock! Except shock, only shock!

One move cut off the head of the Mo sect leader, and a copper coin seriously injured commander bochi. Ten days later, Luo seventeen was resurrected and returned, which shocked everyone, including the White Dragon Emperor.

"No way... You should be dead. You... You broke through." commander bochi stood trembling with the help of the other four wandering messengers, looked at Luo 17 and said hard.

Rom. 17 stood with his hands down, his green robes waving and his long hair floating. He turned his head and looked at the direction of Feishan mountain. His lips moved and whispered, "because I have a good son."