v4 Chapter 23： (On) Wan Mo Shan

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Several people on the side heard the words and looked at each other, could not help but be a little surprised, was this what Shunfengzi said was true?

Several people were trying to ask, but their bodies were suddenly tense. In the ripples of space, a blue shirt emerged from them, and their eyes fell on them. Bayi Chinese Network W] WW. 81ＺW. Com

However, in the eyes of Shunfeng Zi and others, being locked in this gaze seemed to be like a landslide, and the entire space would collapse.

"Some questions about this seat, you just need to speak, don't conceal, otherwise you will be at your own risk."

Xiao Chen spoke, his voice slightly agitated.

Shunfengzi was soaked with cold sweat, and barely hesitated.

Xiao Chen nodded with satisfaction, his momentum was slightly relaxed, and Ma San suddenly got out of the extremely depressing atmosphere, breathing heavily, but his face was even more awesome.

"This one asks you, it was said that there was news that the monks in Zixiao could not fall, but is it true?"

Ma San swallowed carefully, saluting politely, "Don't dare to conceal his predecessors, this is true, younger people can use their heads to guarantee."

Xiao Chen nodded. Ma San was shocked by him just now, and he should not dare to tell lies.

Don't fall monk?

Xiao Chen's brow frowned slightly. It seemed that this trip to muddy water was not easy.

Frowning slightly, Fu asked again, "What you said just now is the two wars between the Ten Thousand Demon Gates?"

"Back to the predecessor, the Zixiaozong besieged the gate of Wan Mozong, and there was no fruit for ten days. The coordination was carried out by the Ji Mo Temple. Finally, the two sides reached an agreement.

"The loser must grant the winner an unconditional condition, and put half of the area under the opponent's door."

Shunfengzi opened his mouth, not realizing Xiao Chen's intentions, and his voice was much smoother.

Xiao Chen frowned, and it seemed that there had been a lot of changes in the two days when he was on his way.

Ji Mo Temple secretly joined hands with Zi Xiaozong. Monk Wan Mozong didn't know, I'm afraid he would have to suffer.

It's not too late. At the moment, we can only get there as soon as possible, which may prevent some things from happening.

Xiao Chen's eyes flashed coldly, and he stepped forward, his figure disappeared instantly.

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Wan Mozong, Shanmen Wan Moshan, this mountain is high, thousands of miles wide, black and black, quite fierce. The monk has not yet approached, and is already deterred by this mountain momentum, and then he is in awe.

Wan Mozong has been passed down for nearly 10,000 years, and its strength is strong and unfathomable. Wan Mo Shan has been sacrificed by countless generations of gatekeepers, and the entire mountain body has turned into a huge magic weapon. It is covered with restraints and secrets. Once it is fully opened, the power is unlimited.

At the moment, Zi Xiaozong was besieged by Wan Mozong. It was precisely because of this protection that Zi Xiaozong did not dare to attack the mouse, so he could persist for more than ten days.

Today, no fewer than tens of thousands of monks gather in front of the Wan Mo Shan.

Wanzongzong and Zixiaozong are all the top powers in Beizhou. If they are at war, there will be a wound. The winner will be the real overlord of Beizhou.

Such an event naturally attracted countless monks to come and witness such historical moments.

Zi Xiaozong's resident was full of tents and he saw thousands of people at a glance.

In this tent group, there is a magnificent and huge tent, which is where the Zixiao lord and the elders are located.

At this moment, the Zixiao Zongwen Taoist was seated, and he was juxtaposed with a monk in black robe. The breath convergence was not obvious, but everyone's eyes swept away, but it was full of awe, which was obviously not simple.

On the lower sides, twelve Elder Zixiaosongs were seated, looking rigorous, with hidden killings.

Wen Daozi's eyes flickered, respectfully, "Senior Mu, the strength of Wan Mozong is unfathomable. In all fairness, there is still a gap between Zi Xiaozong and me. If it weren't for the seniors, the younger ones would never provoke today's disputes."

"Today, I would like to ask my predecessors to help me win. Zi Xiaozong is grateful."

Be respectful and polite and sincere.

Beside him, the monk in the black robe sneered, "The Wen Zongzhu doesn't have to speak and test. Since the old man chooses to take a shot, he will naturally have the victory."

"If it weren't for my Zhongzhou forces, they couldn't shoot at will, and they didn't need to be so troublesome. They just started asking."

"After winning, you and I will take whatever we want. The old man only needs that thing, and half of the territory belongs to Zi Xiaozong."

Wen Daozi was slightly relieved. Even an old fox like him had no embarrassment even if he was punctured.

Slightly laugh now, no more words.

"Sovereign, time is running out. Are we going to leave?" A monk walked out of the account, bowed his knees, and treated him politely.

Wen Daozi's eyes brightened, and he passed a little fiery color.

"Elders, I have been forbearing for many years, and now I finally have the opportunity to bring Wan Mozong down!"

"After today, this Beizhou will honor my Zi Xiaozong. All shame of that year will be repaid by the old man!"

Opening low, like a growl.

"Out!"

Wen Daozi rose up, hunting clothes, leading the elders behind him, his eyes narrowed, and he went straight to Wan Mo Shan with nothing.

As for the old man in black robes, the figure did not appear.

There are strange peaks around Wanmo Mountain. At this moment, standing full of monks, they are aware of the abnormal changes of the Zixiao Sect, and they all move slightly.

Taking Wen Daozi as an example, the 13th Yuan infant of the Zixiaozong stepped into the void, his clothes turned and fluttered, his body's breath was obscure and came out, causing the tremor of the void, the strong wind, the gloomy sky, and rain.

At the same time, thousands of monks on the ground silently marched forward, condensing a general trend, straight into the clouds.

If a tiger, there is a tendency to swallow the mountains and rivers.

Thousands of magic mountains, the prohibition is opened, the black mountain body flashes aura, the magic gas is tumbling. In the silence, such as the mainstay, there is a strong momentum, and there is no way to destroy it.

Within the restraint, monks from Wan Mozong were all in black, with a cold face, eyes turning, and murderous flashes.

At this moment, with the movement of Ling Xiaozong, the two breathed in each other's breath.

The pure and pure magic qi emanated from the body of each disciple of Wanzong, entangled and fused with each other, forming a demon cloud, rolling, as if to be condensed, turned into a demon to devour all beings, fierce.

The two tend to converge, and the void is invincible.

This time, it is two countless monks who have gathered their spiritual thoughts. Although invisible and qualityless, their power cannot be underestimated.

Strong winds stirred the situation.

Sovereign Lord of the Devil, Li Yantian was expressionless, with his hands on his shoulders, his eyes fixed, and he did not feel a little uneasy.

Although he didn't say a word, he had a general trend, spreading out of his body, permeating the surroundings, and it was awe-inspiring.

"Elders, Xu Sheng will not be defeated in today's battle. Even if I fight to the last person, I will never give up."

"Follow me, wait for me, kill your head!"

The tone is calm and full of grandeur, and it is very exciting.

"Sworn with the Sovereign, cut off all the enemies!"

The fifteen elders suddenly drank, smashed their bodies, and rushed into the clouds.

The ten thousand monsters on the mountain are tumbling at the moment, reaching their peak.

Li Yitian lifted up his eyes, took a step forward, the fifteen elders followed, and stepped out of the ban.

Today, the two sides took a blood oath, taking the summit as the battlefield, and two **** battles.

The winner is king, and the loser is Kou.