Chapter 2055

There are many people with the same name in the world. Mo Wen's uncle is Tianbao, and Yang Lan's grandfather is Tianbao. There is a traitor named Yu Zhongtian in Yu's family. Yao Zong, a heartless bastard, is Shi Zhongtian.

Mo Wen sneers and stares at Shi Zhongtian, who is lying on the ground in agony.

"Good boy, I didn't want to argue with you today. Since you come out to die, I'll let you be the dinner of the king of medicine puppets." Shi Zhongtian grins coldly. Under such a smile, his painful expression is very funny.

"Oh? So you have a back hand? " Don't ask a listen, complexion a cold, made a please action, said: "then let me this younger generation see the medicine puppet king?"

"You wait!" Shi Zhongtian, struggling to endure the pain in his body, sits cross legged on the ground, bites his fingers, and recites complex incantations. With a strong shake, the blood of his fingers falls on the ground. At that moment, a strange scene appears.

I saw a lot of people on the ground where shizhongtian spilled blood, and everyone was extremely terrible, ferocious, and their muscles were like bodybuilding coaches, permeated with terrible power.

The most terrible thing is that when these puppets open their mouths and roar, their voice and appearance are the same as a hungry beast.

Mo Wen, looking at the puppet, is much bigger than him in both height and physique, just like an adult and a child standing together. It seems that there are still many things that haven't been dug out in the medicine sect. Mo Wen doesn't know how many means there are still in the stone heaven.

"Go ahead and kill the boy." Shi Zhongtian finished the mantra and gave the order pointing to Mo Wen.

The appearance of these puppets shocked all the disciples of Guimen.

Especially for the seven temple heads, they are hard to deal with ordinary medicine puppets. Besides, it seems that they will lose money next time.

"Master, go away quickly... As the saying goes, if you keep the Castle Peak, you are not afraid of no firewood! This is Yao Zong's puppet

"Yes, we withdraw into the temple and open the Dharma array. Even if he is a puppet, it may not be so easy to break our Dharma array?"

"After all, I know that this old man is not so easy to deal with, right? Now that people have been beaten like that, even the puppets of medicine have been summoned. Now I'm afraid all the disciples of the ghost sect will suffer from it! "

"Gunduzi, when is the time for you to say these words?"

"Well, don't make any noise, and think about what to do?"

Mo Wen listened to the conversation of these disciples, sneered, looked at the rigid movement of the puppet, turned his red eyes on Mo Wen, and smashed his fist, and the sharp fist style made a shrill sound.

In the ghost Gate Temple, Mo Wen was tortured to the 16th floor. He had already held back his strength. In the face of such a blow from the puppet, it was estimated that even if he hit the tank, he would be able to flatten it. However, Mo Wen stood as steady as a rock and didn't move.

"Pa!" Just as the puppet's fist hit him, Mo Wencai put out his right palm and sealed it in front of him, just letting the puppet's fist hit him in the palm of his hand, making a dull sound.

At the same time, Mo Wen's body sank slightly, but his body didn't even shake.

Not only Shi Zhongtian and Yaozong were stunned, but even the disciples of Guimen were staring at him with a look of hell.

"Oh, my God. How could that be? He didn't hide? "

"It's too powerful. It seems that I said something wrong just now. His body makes people really appreciate what is unfathomable!"

"At such an age and with such strength, it's really an eye opener for me today!"

They have all seen the power of ordinary medicine puppets. Even the powerful head of the temple can only defeat him with magic. What's more, this * * medicine puppet, the puppet king of the disciples of the school of medicine, and anyone present dare not take the blow with his body.

"The strength is enough, but it's too rigid. Generally speaking, it's good. Unfortunately, it can't meet the standard of Wang. I think it's still a little weak." Mo Wen shook his head indifferently and suddenly kicked the puppet in the chest.

The medicine puppet suddenly shot out like a shell. His body smashed the metal of the trees behind him. He stepped back for hundreds of meters and pulled out a long blank "mark". Then he straightened out.

When the puppet landed, everyone found that the puppet's body was burned to ashes by a purple flame.

This kind of means shocked all the people present, even shizhongtian was stunned.

"It's impossible. With the power of the puppet king, even a Shenxiu may not be able to resist his fist. His power is even comparable to that of the cultivator of Shenxiu. How can you... Have nothing?" Shi Zhongtian stares big eyes and looks at Mo Wen inconceivably.

Don't ask. He's not interested in answering him at all. In the training tower, he repressed himself for too long. He couldn't find a place to vent his strength. He just came out and met a free opponent who could practice. How could he let go so easily? What's more, Mo Wen also wants to use his newly learned unique skill of Ziling huoguimen to try out how powerful it is. When he saw that he burned a puppet king in an instant, he was extremely excited. When he was in the middle of the stone, Mo Wen pulled out a remnant shadow and came to another puppet again.

Clench your fist, pull your elbow back, and punch the puppet in the chest.

"Boom!" It's like a shell falling down. The ground is full of dust. A purple flame spreads from Mo Wen's fist. The puppets are shocked to fall to the ground and burn to ashes.

"He's using the Ziling cauldron? My God, he has reached the third level? It needs a lot of cultivation, and the help of Yi Huo Zhen Yuan. " Qi Ping was stunned.

"Well, it's time for the ghost gate to revive its power. The old master really has a vision. When he left, he said that when the people who broke the seal of the temple appeared, it was time for us to see the ghost gate again!" Ning Kun said excitedly.

All the Guimen disciples were in a state of jealousy and shock, while the disciples of Yaozong were pale and didn't dare to say a word. They knew better than anyone how powerful the puppet was. It was enough for them to be shocked that Ju ran, a young man in his twenties, took the puppet's fist without any damage.

A puppet of medicine was killed directly by Mo Wen. Shi Zhongtian was shocked. He never thought that his puppet of medicine was so vulnerable in front of Mo Wen.

This puppet of medicine is different from human beings. The puppet of medicine has no intelligence and doesn't feel pain. On the contrary, he stares at Mo Wen with more red eyes. When Mo Wen is burned by Ziling fire, his cannibal eyes don't change at all.

All of a sudden, the rest of the puppets rushed from where they were and immediately surrounded Mo Wen from all directions. Each puppet punched Mo Wen.

With a sneer, Mo's fists hit one of the puppets, and the naked eye saw that the puppet's arm was directly broken, and the whole person flew out again.

The rest of the people were also shaken out under the wave of power released around Mo Wen's body.

Oh, my God, what level has this boy reached?

Even Shi Zhongtian himself can't be a person who is hostile to so many puppets without avoiding them.

Mo Wen and the puppet of * * medicine almost turned into several shadows, just like a violent machine in the shape of human beings. Everywhere they passed, all the trees collapsed and ran wildly through the whole forest. However, as you can see, the puppet of * * medicine was like a sandbag and was hanged by Mo Wen.

"It's terrible." Blue green peak fragrant a mouthful of saliva, stare big eye bead son.

"This is our day to celebrate..."

"It's time for the ghost gate to be elated and sealed for so many years... We can finally come out with our new master and fight all over the world!"

"Bang!" All of a sudden, a figure smashed in front of Shi Zhongtian and made a big hole in the ground. It was his puppet of medicine. However, at this time, the puppet was beyond recognition. All the bones and muscles would be smashed into meat mud.

Shi Zhongtian knows that no matter how powerful the medicine puppet is, it can't be destroyed. However, under Mo Wen's fist, even if he doesn't use Ziling fire, the medicine puppet is just as vulnerable.

At this moment, in Shi Zhongtian's mind, an idea immediately appeared: this boy is too terrible.

Slowly, Mo Wen came over from a distance, straightened his sleeves, shook his head and said, "I thought how powerful it was. I didn't expect that it was as vulnerable as you. Is there anything else? Let's call it out. I haven't had any fun. "

Wow, this guy said he didn't have a good time, and he said he was vulnerable?

"Will you try again with me?" Mo Wen looked at Shi Zhongtian, cracked his mouth and showed his white teeth.

**The medicine puppet is hanged by Mo Wen to fight. I'm afraid they are not Mo Wen's opponents.

"Immortal master, forgive me..." Shi Zhongtian knelt down with a puff, and he didn't even have the courage to resist.

His puppet is not afraid of tanks coming, but he is beaten like a sandbag by Mo Wen. He is not a fool. If he doesn't kneel down and admit his mistake now, I'm afraid he won't even have a chance to escape.

Mo asked the palm of his hand, directly hit in Shi Zhongtian's forehead, his forehead out of a bright red bead, fly to his palm.

This is a cultivator's life pearl. Once he loses it, it means that his life is held in his hand by the person who takes it.

Don't ask, if you want to kill him, you just need to crush benmingzhu, and this guy will explode like a Zha bomb, with no bones left.

"I now two fingers gently pinch, you're dead, you'd better say what you know!" Mo asked light said.

Shi Zhongtian was stunned for a moment, and then he felt that his Xing life seemed to be in Mo Wen's hands. As long as he thought about it, he would be scared out of his wits.

But what surprised him was that he had never seen such evil and strange magic. Unless the opponent's strength was too much stronger than theirs, he could probably use this kind of magic and hold the life and death of others in his own hands.

"Take all the people of Yaozong into the ghost Gate Temple. I'll keep their Xing's life and ask about the dark gate!" Mo asked and said.

"Yes, master." The heads of the seven halls arched their hands in order. Now Shi Zhongtian and his disciples are controlled by Mo Wen. Naturally, the ghost gate doesn't have to be afraid of them.