Chapter 2558

At the moment when Mo Wen was taken away by the tornado, in the black fog, there was a huge blood sword, which set off a bloody storm and burst forward.

The surface of the blood sword is covered with countless dense red. These rays emit a strong smell of black fog, which makes people around unable to exert their cultivation power. In this terrible black fog, the Blood Sword gallops all the way at a terrible speed.

It's the ugly old man who controls the blood sword. He looks like a monster, but now he looks a little proud. His face is white, with no blood color. His hair is not different from that of a dead man. So when people see it, they will panic.

However, even so, the next second, the ugly old man, his face changed dramatically, because he saw an incredible scene.

"Who the hell is this guy? Isn't he dying? How did you become so strong all of a sudden? "

"Why is he suddenly alive?"

The ugly old man opened his eyes and was shocked. After looking at it, he couldn't believe it and looked in the direction of Mo Wen!

Just dying, the next second will become lively, eyes exposed a wisp of deep surprise.

"Are you curious?" At this time, don't ask eyes to show evil smile, light mouth.

"You... How on earth did you do it?" The ugly old man asked, but his eyes were full of hatred.

"You have no right to know..." Mo asked with a sneer.

"Little beast, die At this time, the old guy's shadow raised his huge right hand and slapped Mo Wen.

He didn't know exactly what happened, but he did know that he should have found the gate of life here.

If we let him continue, the consequences will be unimaginable. Therefore, we can only kill him before Mo Wen breaks the power of his spirit body with the force of thunder!

"Go away!" Just as the palm of his hand approached, the ugly old man's eyes suddenly turned round, and the colorful God awn shot violently.

As the word came out, the wind and cloud changed, the earth moved and the mountains swayed, and a powerful and incredible cultivation force suddenly dispersed.

Boom, gorgeous tiger's giant palm, instant collapse, followed by the collapse, as well as its huge body.

In the blood rain, a faint ghost, like a lost dog, roared out and fled to the blood sword behind him.

"Help me..." the ghost can be seen faintly, and there are bursts of heartrending wails while flying.

"Little beast, stop it Just as the ghost's voice echoed, the black shadow on the Blood Sword moved. In the roar, his right hand raised and rolled towards the ghost.

"Today, none of you want to live!" With the help of the blood sword, the ugly old man instantly recovered. It was like a glass of water. After it was poured out, new water was added to revive the old man with blood. At this time, the old man's eyes were ferocious. Tongling's eyes shot again, and spread out in a fan-shaped frenzy.

"Boom!" On the way of spreading the colorful God awn, the power released by namo immediately disintegrated and turned into wisps of smoke.

After this shock, Mo Wen's palm was also blown apart by the old man.

"Damn little beast, today even if you have that mole ant like person to help you, you will surely die!" The ugly old guy immediately roared and shook his body. With a sense of ferocity, he hit Mo Wen hard.

"Old man, do you have the strength?" Mo asked the same not to be outdone, the right hand raised, a palm shot.

Under the palm of one hand, the wind and cloud change, the sky and the earth are dark, and the endless blood wave billows out. In the blood wave, Mo Wen's cultivation is contained. At this moment, it roars out, turns into a wave, and mercilessly sweeps away towards the ugly old man.

The speed and strength of the two men surprised xuanlao, and almost in the blink of an eye they had collided.

The roar was startling, and the blood flowed all over the sky. The ugly old man also vomited blood, and his eyes and eyebrows were full of disbelief and horror.

"No... no way. It's impossible. How can a young man in his twenties have such a rebellious cultivation?" The shock of the ugly old man's heart reached the acme in an instant.

In fact, at the moment when Mo Wen's cultivation recovered, the ugly old man had already seen that Mo Wen was not a simple young man, but in his eyes, where could a young man in his twenties be more powerful? It's not in his eye.

After all, his ugly old man has gathered the strength of countless spirit bodies. In his opinion, even if xuanlao and mowen are tied together, they are not their own opponents. It is still easy to kill them.

But what the ugly old man never expected was that Mo Wen, in his twenties, had a cultivation comparable to that of the adverse weather.

"Where to escape?" At the moment when the ugly old man vomited blood, Mo Wen didn't hesitate. When he stepped forward, his right hand raised and waved. With a wave of his big sleeve, he immediately destroyed the sky. Thunder and lightning came out, and suddenly turned into a palm sized rune!

When the rune appeared, the bloody gas filled the air immediately. In the process of the bloody gas dispersing, the gas of life and death became illusory, and the evil was rampant.

It was mo Wen's power of cultivation that at this moment all gathered in the palm of the hand of the ten thousand spirit sword, turned into a force of crushing against the sky, and mercilessly killed the ugly old man.

"Damn it, don't you come and help me as soon as possible?" Sensing the power of destroying heaven and earth contained in the spirit sword, the ugly old man was so scared that he burst into a howl.

"Here it is Seeing this, countless spirits did not dare to neglect it. At the same time, countless shadows appeared. They surrounded Mo Wen and urged the huge blood sword. It was like a rainbow running through the sun, pounding against the spirit sword.

It's very fast. It's like a meteor rushing to the moon. It's almost close in an instant. With the power of destroying all living creatures in the world, it collides with the universal spirit sword.

With a bang, the Blood Sword immediately had cracks all over the sky, and the red runes were flashing all over the sky. It seemed that it was about to be shot out, and turned into an attack to resist the spirit sword.

But before the rune on the Blood Sword rushes out, Mo Wen is already one step closer. He clenches his right hand and smashes it with a powerful spirit!

Heaven and earth tremble, nothingness concussion, a force comparable to God, whistling from the ugly old man's fist, directly acting on the blood sword.

"Click!" The Blood Sword split in an instant, and the black fog broke up one by one before it had time to escape. It turned into wisps of blood smoke and dissipated.

"Death Don't ask angry eyes round stare, right foot up, hard kick out.

As if hit by a towering peak, the old man immediately looked like a broken kite. He suddenly vomited blood and turned upside down. However, before he flew too far away, his spirit collapsed and his soul died with a bang.

Kick a super spirit!

"Strong, it's too strong. What kind of evil is the young man? How could it be so strong? " All the spirits who witnessed this scene were so scared that they could not resist any more. They turned around suddenly, turned into a rainbow of blood, and fled to nothingness behind them.

At the moment, these spirits have only one idea in their heart, that is, to run for their lives as soon as possible. In this way, under the protection of the black fog, they still have a ray of life.

But don't ask, he won't escape so easily.

"If you want to escape, do I promise?" Don't ask if you lift your right hand and point it out. The pagoda opens instantly and sucks all the spirits into it.

"Boom boom..." a few loud noises, the whole inner cover, instantly burst open.

Just now, the old man of xianmeng also disappeared without a trace. His inner mask and all the spirit bodies were absorbed by Mo Wen.

In the face of Mo Wen's action against heaven, those people in the corridor of the hotel were all trembling with fear. The timid people had already collapsed on the ground.

"My God, is this boy a demon or a demon? How could it be so horrible? Even the master of xianmeng is not his opponent? "

"How can master Xu and his grandson provoke such evil spirits? Isn't that your own death? Who said that the people of the Xu family have a clear eye in the northwest, but in the face of such a devil like figure, they still have to be crushed? "

"Boy! You... What have you done to my master? " The young man, who came with the old man of xianmeng Taoist robe, cried to Mo Wen in panic.

"You want to know?" Don't ask if you stand with your negative hand. There are xuanlao and * * standing beside him.

"Nonsense, didn't I ask you? I tell you, if my master has any mistakes, our immortal alliance will not let you go... "The young man pointed to Mo and threatened.

"Well, I'll send you to Yama and ask him about his old man. I think he can give you the answer." Don't ask, sneer.

"Poof!" Standing beside Mo Wen, he couldn't help laughing.

Well, isn't that a joke?

Ha ha, don't ask too humorous. In the face of so many people, is he still in the mood to joke?

"You..." when the young man reacted, he pointed to Mo angrily and yelled, "did you kill my master? You... You're dead. You killed the master of xianmeng. What you're offending now is not our apprentices, but the whole xianmeng... "

"Are you really good at the fairy League you keep saying? Why don't you call them and let me see them? " Mo Wen looked at the guy with the same look as the mole ant. His voice and tone were full of disdain. Even in front of the giant xianmeng, he was not afraid at all.

"You..." the young man was speechless.

He knew that it was impossible for him to challenge. Even his master died. He was a fart.