Chapter 2629

Standing under the blood fog that seemed to block out the sky, Mo Wen threw his right hand, and immediately a small forbidden ball came out of his hand and penetrated into the blood fog like lightning.

"Refining!" Don't ask the cold flash in your eyes. Your hands are waving wildly. They turn into strange black fog and soar into the air one after another, like tides into the blood fog.

These black fogs are the most powerful force of Mo Wen, and they are also the best choice for refining blood fog.

With the integration of thousands of black fog, the forbidden ball exploded immediately, and a fierce roar came out. Then it turned into wisps of red tobacco and quickly disappeared into the blood fog.

At this point, Simons Bernie was completely out of his wits and died with no residue left. The only value of his existence was that he was reduced to the tonic of blood fog.

Things are changeable. Simons Bernie intended to kill Mo Wen and nourish the blood mist with Mo Wen's blood essence and ghost, but he didn't expect that he would steal the chicken without eating the rice. Finally, he died in the net.

Simons Bernie's true cultivation is only inferior to Mo Wen's. His blood was inhaled by the blood mist when his body collapsed. Now all the ghosts exploded, and a powerful energy storm suddenly swept across the whole blood mist at a speed that is hard to recognize by the naked eye.

Even Mo Wen can make the blood fog come true. Now Simmons Bernie is better.

At the next moment, there was a magnificent scene. Suddenly, the whole blood fog was in full swing. In the process of rapid spread, the Red God awn suddenly covered a range of several hundred meters. Moreover, this was just the beginning. With the power of Simons Berne's ghost melting and being absorbed by the blood fog, the Red God awn was spreading wildly at a more terrifying speed and gradually spread into the kilometer range

At this moment, all the surviving disciples of Tianming gate, including Mo Wen's snake scale dagger, blood flying beast, utred Kaman and others, all looked up at the sky with a strong look of disbelief.

They have never seen that a person can be so powerful, and Mo Wen can make such a big momentum. As long as he is not a fool, he can see at a glance that once Mo Wen takes the blood fog for his own use, his strength must be earth shaking.

But what they didn't find was that just as Mo Wen was concentrating on refining the blood mist, under the ground, wisps of red silk thread were spreading towards the back mountain of Tianming gate at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye.

The mountain behind the Tianming gate is the forbidden area of the whole Tianming gate. No one is allowed to step into it without the order of the master.

In this back mountain area, there are many mountains, among which there is a small peak, which is no more than 100 Zhang high. It is as if it has been burned by fire. The earth is black and cracked everywhere, and there is no grass.

However, if you look at it from a high altitude, it will give you a strong illusion that it is almost real. It seems that this small peak is the head of the mountains, and its position and momentum are far more than other peaks.

No matter how tall and magnificent the other mountains are, it seems that they are not as good as this small mountain. This small mountain is like standing out from the crowd and outstanding.

This kind of illusion, which is almost contradictory, can only be sensed by practitioners.

At the moment, thousands of red silk threads coming from the ground are converging towards this small mountain peak, melting into it and disappearing.

These red threads are the blood of practitioners after Tianming gate's previous bloody battle!

With the continuous flow of blood into the interior of the hill, suddenly came out bursts of roar, as if there was a terrible powerful ghost is gradually waking up.

However, the roar didn't spread too far, so it was all blocked by the powerful invisible prohibition above the back mountain. Mo Wen and Zheng Tiangang didn't know anything about it.

At the same time, at the moment when the roar came out, a roar in the air was even more astonishing than the roar here. The roar spread all over the sky. The sound was like thunder, which frightened everyone here.

A gray haired, very strange looking old man, holding a scepter in his hand, his eyes showed a monstrous red light.

The scepter is a symbol of the status of the affected area. Just when Mo asked about melting the blood fog, the old guy suddenly appeared.

As like as two peas in a mirror, his wand of his palm gradually turned into a mirror like picture. In this picture, a long hair fluttered. Though not handsome, his face was a young man who could not be easily spread.

"Little beast, you killed my son, and I will break you to pieces!" The old guy stares at the young man in his palm. He disappears in a flash with a huge killing opportunity.

At the same time, an old man with white hair and white beard, like a fairyland, was kneeling and closing his eyes, feeling the way of heaven. But when the blood fog God was making a big show, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"This... This is the supreme blood fog of the blood clan?" The old man murmured and moved. He immediately melted into nothingness and disappeared.

His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the nothingness and see what happened in Tianming gate. Countless figures flashed and came here.

For a moment, the sky and the earth turned pale and the clouds moved in all directions. All this was due to the blood fog that was being refined.

"Click!" About ten minutes later, a long crack quietly appeared outside the blood fog, and the old man with white hair stepped out.

"I've been hiding in China for decades, but I didn't expect that a young man would destroy the progress of my cultivation. Little beast, you will die today..." the old man's eyes were flashing with murderous frenzy, and with the look of looking down on the world and seeing all the practitioners in this world as ants, he stepped out and roared straight to the gate of heaven and hell.

However, although the speed of the old man is too fast to describe, because he is so far away from Tianming gate, even if he wants to successfully reach Tianming gate, it will take a lot of time.

Time goes by quietly, and half an hour passes in the twinkling of an eye.

Through this period of hard work, Mo Wen finally finished refining the ghost of Simons Berne, and perfectly integrated with the blood fog. At this moment, the Red God awn on the blood fog has spread for thousands of meters, which has shocked countless nearby clan strongmen to come one after another.

However, these strong sects dare not get too close to Tianming gate. They can only wait and see a few kilometers away from Tianming gate. Tianming gate is the largest gate in the cultivation world, and its authority can not be violated. No matter who it is, no matter who it is, they can't step into Tianming gate without the edict of the leader of Tianming gate.

This is the rule that Tianming gate has set since its establishment, and no one dares to break it.

At the moment of the great success of the blood fog, everyone, including Zheng Tiangang, felt a powerful and incredible pressure, just like Tianwei, which was coming, inviolable and irresistible.

The sound of thump and thump was heard all the time. At that moment, several seriously injured Tianming disciples could not hold on for a minute, so they fell on the ground and twitched. Fortunately, Zheng Tiangang was beside them, otherwise they would be dead.

"Ah?" Zheng Tiangang was not surprised. He quickly danced his hands and turned them into a huge golden energy mask to protect all the disciples behind him.

But almost as soon as the golden mask was formed, there were bursts of tearing crackles, cracks all over the place, like a mirror about to break, which would collapse at any time.

"Hoo Seeing this, they also changed their faces. They couldn't help but take a cold breath. Regardless of their injuries, they frantically injected energy into the golden light hood arranged by the door owner to reinforce it.

But even so, it is still difficult to resist the growing power of the sky. The whole golden mask is still slowly collapsing at the speed that can be seen by the naked eye.

"Brother Mo, put away the blood fog, we can't resist it! If we go on, we will all die... "At this time, Zheng Su Su's drink suddenly spread to Mo Wen's ears.

Mo Wen is in a state of ecstasy at the moment. After hearing Zheng Su Su's words, he quickly wakes up from the shock and ecstasy. His eyes sweep down and he feels guilty.

"Take it!" With a slight wave of his right hand, the blood mist immediately contracted sharply at the speed visible to the naked eye. Soon, it turned into a big blood mist and fell on Mo Wen's palm.

With the blood fog put away, the prestige dissipated, Zheng Tiangang and others can not help the long breath of relief, Qi Qi body in a flash, ran to Mo Wen in front.

"Congratulations on Mr. Mo's blood fog! Just now I almost didn't support... The blood fog is so terrible... "Zheng Tiangang opened his mouth sincerely with deep envy in his eyes.

"Mr. Mo is really a dragon among the people. The future of martial arts will be limitless! I wait for Tianming disciples. Thank Mr. Mo for saving his life today. If Mr. Mo didn't arrive in time, I'm afraid my Tianming disciples would die in the hands of that old bastard! " One by one, the old men of Tianming gate, with a strong fear and reverence in their eyes, and a wisp of greed, stare at Mo Wen's blood fog, and flatter Mo Wen incessantly.

"Brother Mo, you are so powerful! You killed all those people. You are so young and powerful. I'm afraid no one in the whole cultivation world can match you! " Zheng Su Su looked at Mo Wen with a smile and said.

At this moment, Zheng Su Su Su's eyes are more worship and love for Mo Wen.

If she had such a man around to take care of her, the hell gate would not be destroyed today.

This is not only Zheng Su Su's idea, but also the dream of countless women.

Who doesn't want to find a good husband?

Who doesn't want to find a good support for themselves?

The law of the jungle seems to have become the law of survival.

"You're welcome, everyone. It's just a matter of lifting a finger... There's no need to be so polite!" Don't ask a faint smile, a wave of the right hand, is preparing to put this adverse blood fog away.

But at this time, the change suddenly.