Chapter 1127

"Eight wastelands and six harmonies, the only Shinto." Xuanzong is a sword practitioner. He practices killing swords. The eight wasteland six harmonies, the only Shinto, is the strongest move among his eight wasteland mental skills.

He did his best without leaving any way back for situ mo.

The boundless sword Qi gathered in the sky, like weaving a big net, falling from the sky little by little.

The killing intention was as majestic as the ocean. All the people present were afraid to approach, and their faces were scratched with pain.

"Xuanzong moved to kill. Do you want to do it?" Yunchen asked, looked at the cloud clothes and listened to the wind.

The cloud is still as calm as water. I don't care about the wind at all.

"You two are really optimistic." Yunchen stroked his forehead. This is the Kirin son of several elders. If we were hurt, we would be held accountable if we didn't stop it.

Listen to the wind and smell the speech with a smile, "this person is still very indifferent. Obviously, he has the means to deal with it. In that case, why should we worry about it."

Yunchen was helpless, "okay."

I can only take one step at a time. Before, I thought situ Mo might be able to take the next move, but the gap between them is too big.

At the moment of shooting, we can see the victory and defeat from the momentum.

"Well, I can only wait for the opportunity. If he is defeated, I can do it again."

When the sword net falls, every inch cuts the void into countless parts. Among them, the power of terror contains the law of immortals, the power of eight wastelands, and has infinite killing intention and supreme kendo.

Situ Mo's clothes were flying and hunting sounded.

"The sword has no eyes. Be careful." Xuanzong said coldly.

He thought situ Mo would retreat after he showed his strength, but he was not moved at all, which made him angry. The boy was too arrogant and didn't pay attention to him.

In that case, there's nothing to keep.

The strength in the hand has increased again. This time, there is no reservation.

"It's over, it's over. I'm afraid the boy will be seriously injured if he doesn't die."

"If elder martial brother Xuanzong really hurt him, I'm afraid it's hard for the elder to explain."

"What's wrong? This boy doesn't know how to instill the ecstasy soup into the elder and let the elder reward him with Tianyi cave."

"This time it just frustrates him. Let the elders see that this boy is a arrogant and arrogant man."

"That's right. I can't see the arrogance of this boy just now."

"Just let senior brother Xuanzong kill his spirit."

A group of people are waiting to see situ Mo's jokes.

Situ Mo's mouth flashed a radian. He smiled coldly in his heart and disdained to say, "there are people outside, there are days outside, gods, are they very powerful?"

Situ Mo did it.

It's late, it's fast.

When the sword net was approaching, situ Mo's aura soared, his divine skill was displayed, and the four yuan gods flew out.

This scene really shocked the people.

But it's not over.

"Flesh door, three days door." The three heavenly gates are slowly opened. Behind the three heavenly gates, there are endless portals, as if they were to be opened at any time.

There are chaotic immortal lights in the portal, containing the power of terror.

"The flesh world, the upper Qing Dynasty, the Taiqing Dynasty and the jade Qing Dynasty."

Three worlds suddenly appeared, blocking everyone's world and covering the sky here.

"Tao Hua!" One, two, three, three living things. There is a Buddha on each Taoist flower.

"Three harmonies."

Each yuan God controls a nonphysical land, three yuan gods control three nonphysical land, and situ Mo's original yuan God controls noumenon.

The three harmonies made the three nonphysical environments merge, and situ Mo's momentum rose steadily, and finally directly promoted to the later stage of Jinxian, and finally stabilized in the early stage of immortal.

Sima's flesh and bones snapped, his right hand clenched his fist and roared away at the coming sword net.

With a bang, the sky collapsed and the earth disappeared, and the void on the second floor annihilated thousands of kilometers.

This place was shrouded in empty debris, and everyone was stunned at the figure in the smoke.

"This..."

"How possible."

The figure in the smoke did not move. Even in the face of an immortal, he did not have the slightest fear.

Yunchen was stunned and listened to the wind with a dignified look. Yunshang looked at situ Mo with a complex look. Originally, she wanted to see situ Mo beaten, but there was an unexpected scene.

"It's impossible." Xuanfeng screamed. It was his full blow.

It's too fake and incredible to defeat even a Xuanxian without any reservation. How can it be.

Situ Mo dispersed his aura and returned to his original appearance.

Everyone's aura converged, and everyone's eyes still fell on him for a long time.

"It's hard to defeat the immortal tribe with Xuanxian. It can even be said that it's close."

"What kind of Freak is this?"

A group of people suddenly felt that they had trained on dogs all these years.

"That's all." Situ Mo played it down.

These words made a group of people feel pale. They were beaten in the face and speechless at the pass. Xuanzong was the most gnashing of teeth. At the moment, Xuanzong's face was hot.

I just feel humiliated or humiliated.

"I won. I hope you won't bother me again in the future." Situ Mo doesn't want to talk nonsense to these people.

Just now those people who spoke very ruthlessly and threatened to teach situ Mo a lesson left in dismay. They had no face to stay here.

The three of Yunchen fell from the void. Yunchen took the initiative to come forward, "brother, my name is Yunchen, a second-generation disciple. I want to make friends with you."

"Situ Mo!"

Yunchen smiled gently, "this is the best of my second generation of disciples. Elder martial brother listening to Feng, his strength is superb. Now he is the peak of immortals."

"Listen to elder martial brother Feng." Situ Mo hugged his fist to show his friendship.

Listening to the wind, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, "it's really extraordinary."

"It seems that you are the leader of the new generation of young disciples." Listen to the wind boasting.

It sounded a little strange, as if he didn't really take him seriously.

Situ Mo said, "where, my generation of practitioners only want to be stronger. I don't want to be the head of young disciples."

Hearing the wind frown, a trace of hostility flashed away, but situ Mo keenly caught it.

"Younger martial brother situ is usually more humble. Don't be too wild. You need to know that it's hard and easy to break."

He was reminding situ Mo not to go too far. That's what he said just now, which wiped the face of all the second generation disciples. He was the strongest of the second generation disciples except yunshang. Naturally, he wanted to stand out for these people.