Chapter 3357

"Shura Ming God beheads!"

In the next moment, Mo Xueming turned into a black light, and rose to the sky, and immediately he cut down with a knife.

Click!

The Shura Huaxue palace is completely broken and destroyed. The overwhelming evil Qi is poured into the blade.

This knife is extremely black and dazzling. It is more powerful than just now.

Even, there is a faint source of gas, quietly diffuse out.

This move "Shura Ming God chop" is a secret skill that Mo Xueming learned alone after offering sacrifices to the devil's palace. Its power has surpassed the ordinary Hongmeng ancient method and has a trace of "source" flavor.

The source of Shura, the source of ghost!

"Star emperor flying sword, guard!"

Xuanyuan moxie's blue veins on his forehead suddenly growled, and his whole body was shocked with Qi and blood. Hundreds of thousands of flying swords burst out around him, forming a layer of sword walls, which were broken by the stars, firmly guarding his body.

"Break it for me!"

Mo Xueming cut down with a sharp knife. The blade was thunderous and thunderous. With only one blow, the flying sword wall of Xuanyuan moxie was destroyed and crushed layer by layer.

Bang!

The blade of terror, mercilessly cut in Xuanyuan ink evil body.

"Puff!"

Xuanyuan ink evil spurts blood, which is even harder than the pure gold outside the sky, instantly breaks down and blood flows.

His whole person, also was completely cut off, fell heavily to the ground, aroused the towering smoke and dust, dying, instantly fell into dying.

"Palace master!"

One side of the Dragon God, see Xuanyuan ink evil seriously injured, immediately exclaimed.

"I am the master of Shura. I will kill all the enemies!"

But Mo Xueming, holding the knife in the air, looked sharp and silent.

But his will, however, shakes the void, shakes heaven and earth, and sends out a heavy chant.

The resounding singing sound spreads all over the earth, mountains and rivers, and shakes the starry sky in the universe.

Even the upper bound saw his arrogant edge.

Whether it is the emperor yuan hall, or the upper bound, it is very clear that there is a brilliant star, rising slowly.

Although Mo Xueming's life span is only one year.

But in these last years, he is the most brilliant existence in this starry sky.

The name of the master of Shura is sure to be a great power forever!

A year later, he may fall, but his name, eternal, immortal, enough for future generations to pay tribute to.

His existence, represents the extreme of the ghost Road, the extreme of Shura, is simply invincible.

Ye Chen and his party saw Mo Xueming's posture, which was also a great shock.

Just now Xuanyuan ink evil, is how invincible, how terrible, but in the blink of an eye, was mo Xueming a knife cut, seriously injured and dying.

"It's your turn."

Mo Xueming licked his lips and looked at Ye Chen and other people with murderous eyes.

Now that the heavenly way palace has been defeated, he can solve the threat and kill Ye Chen.

Just now the star emperor killed by flying sword, he saved Ye Chen, but he didn't want to let Tianji Taoist be killed. In vain, Xuanyuan Mo evil was cheap.

Now Xuanyuan moxie is seriously injured and dying. No one can threaten him. He can kill the whole audience by himself.

"Go! Jiuyou tiger, stop him

Ye Chen's eyes are sharp, repeatedly drinking, from the samsara cemetery out of the ancient box, directly released and opened.

Whoa!

A wisp of black gas, suddenly soared to the sky.

A terrible big devil, in the Black Mist rushed out, head raised and roared, it is the nine you tiger.

When he saw Mo Xueming cut down Xuanyuan Mo Xie, ye Chen felt bad and had been ready for it.

This release Jiuyou tiger, he immediately took people back.

"Master, I will stay with you!"

The Youying ghost weasel cried out, but did not go. Standing beside Jiuyou tiger with Jinluan Tianxi.

Nine you tiger bared his teeth, eyes with a trace of ferocity, staring at them, but its memory was sealed, for a time can not remember their identity.

"Ha ha, just a big ancient devil, can stop me?"

Mo Xueming gave a cold smile and held the knife in his hand. He was about to kill. Suddenly, a solemn chanting voice sounded in his ear.

"Burn my body, burn my real blood, revive the divine light, and the holy ancestor comes again..."

The one who prays is the Dragon God!

His huge dragon body, perched in the sky, with compassion and determination in his eyes.

With his singing, the wisps of blood continuously diffused out of his body and turned into a column of bloody light and fell on Xuanyuan moxie.

"Hot days..."

Xuanyuan moxie struggled to open his eyes, staring at the Dragon God in the sky.

At this moment, the Dragon God was sacrificing himself to cure his injury!

Under the nourishment of blood light, Xuanyuan Mo Xie's injury recovered rapidly, and his body again bloomed with divine light.In the twinkling of an eye, the Dragon God died of blood and blood, and all the essence was sacrificed. The flesh and flesh of the dragon, which was originally flesh and blood, dried up and withered, leaving only a layer of withered skin wrapped in his bones.

"My Lord, I wish you good luck and see you in the world."

The Dragon God made a hoarse voice in the hot sky, his eyes were bleak, and he was completely reduced to a corpse and fell from the sky.

"Hot day!"

Xuanyuan moxie cried out, only felt his scalp numb and the sky fell down.

If there are any fetters and close people in this world, it is only the Dragon God.

But now, the Dragon God of Yan Tian has passed away completely, and he has become a lonely man. He is really lonely. He has no relatives in the world.

"Damn it!"

Mo Xueming saw Xuanyuan Mo Xie's wound recovered, and his face suddenly changed. He no longer cared about ye Chen and others, so he killed him with a knife.

"Mo Xueming, I want you to be broken to pieces!"

Xuanyuan ink evil was full of sadness and anger. He waved his hand and cried to the sky:

"Chongguang Shenxia palace, come!"

Boom!

The sound falls, and in the depths of Tiandao palace, a magnificent palace rises abruptly, like a mountain Prajna.

This palace is full of auspicious atmosphere, colorful clouds, golden flame, endless divine light, endless treasure, such as the heavenly palace. It is the legendary Chongguang Shenxia palace!

In fact, after Xuanyuan moxie practiced Hongmeng against the emperor, his accomplishments improved by leaps and bounds, and he had enough strength to refine Chongguang Shenxia palace.

But his cause and effect fetters have not been cut off. Rash refining may lead to a backlash, so he did not start.

And now, with the death of the Dragon God, his only attachment in the world has been completely broken.

At this moment, he no longer has any fetters. He is detached from the freedom. With a wave of his hand, the heavenly palace comes, the divine light spreads over the sky, and the atmosphere of majesty rolls away and spreads.

"It's over

Mo Xueming's face changed wildly. Under the crushing of Chongguang Shenxia palace, he felt the pressure of the sky. His Shura armor was cracked, and he hurried back.

Xuanyuan ink evil, his body like a hot sun, rose slowly, standing on the top of Chongguang Shenxia palace, overlooking the mountains and rivers, his eyes were extremely bleak, only felt that everything was mole ants, everything was floating clouds.

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