Mo Laozu followed Su Luo's breath, and at this time he directly entered the northern desert camp.
At this time, Mo Laozu stood in the middle of the air, looking at the people who came and went to and fro from below, and he immediately became angry!
Because he found out that all these people were wearing the same clothes.
In this way, he couldn't find his delicious food at all!
Damn it!
Mo Laozu was teased by Su Luo all the way, and he was on the edge of rising anger. When he saw this abominable camp, his anger suddenly came out like lava!
For a moment, a strong pressure was on the whole camp.
The soldiers in the northern desert, who were originally enjoying the barbecue around the bonfire, were suddenly dejected, and their hearts were shrouded in the shadow of death.
"Go to hell Mo Laozu's palm wind contains endless cold air, just like waves surging out!
Countless hailstones burst into the air.
"My God! What the hell is going on here? How can it hail at night
"Who is the dirty old man in the middle of the air? Did he throw these hailstones down?"
"Run, run!"
"Ah, my head --"
"help --"
for a while, the camp, which was originally extremely happy, suddenly fell into a ghost prison, with countless noises, calls for help and shouts.
You know, this is not a team of 100 people, or 8000 people, but a million strong teachers! What are the consequences of a million people fleeing around?
Trample!
There's no doubt it's trampling!
The vertical hail in the air contains a strong killing atmosphere. As long as they are hit, these soldiers will immediately break their heads and blood, and the whole person will be broken into slag.
So, countless want to escape, countless people want to run.
However, this dark camp is all covered, where can they run?
At this time, Zhao Dashuai, who was elated just now, looked at the scene in front of him, and suddenly the whole person was dumbfounded.
"What's going on here, what's going on here?" Zhao Da is so handsome that he will vomit blood.
This is a million people. In order to attack the Eastern Jin Dynasty, his majesty mobilized all the elite troops to him, but -
looking at the countless corpses and blood in front of him, Zhao Dashuai's whole face turned pale and his body could hardly stand.
"Oh, my God, that's --" when we can see who the hail is in the air, Zhao Dashuai's body shakes and a mouthful of blood gushes out.
Isn't the Mohist School in Weiyang palace an alliance with the northern desert royal family? How could they take the lead in attacking the northern desert? Did Mohism and Nangong royal family of Eastern Jin Dynasty join hands? And for this earthly war, they even sent out the ancestors of the Mohist school!
Zhao Dashuai's whole body was going crazy. His eyes were full of bright red blood. His face was stiff because of excessive fright, and his muscles were shaking.
"Mo, the ancestor of Mo Please stop it! Stop it Zhao Shuai called out in panic.
Rao is the commander-in-chief of a million troops, but in front of such a powerful and peerless master, his voice can't help but shiver, revealing the deepest fear in his heart.
Zhao Dashuai's voice contains a trace of spiritual power, which is quite obvious in the noisy venue.
At this time, Mo Laozu is releasing his spiritual power to find Su Luo. Hearing the sound, he disdains to turn his head and look at the past.
Seeing Mo Laozu looking over, Zhao Dashuai was immediately overjoyed. He was pleasantly surprised and cried: "what do you want? Just tell me, please, don't hail again."
Hailing was originally the privilege of God, but how did the present Mozu not control the heaven and earth?
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