Chapter 1109: What is your boss?

The first one hundred and ninety-nine chapter, what is your boss?

"The prohibition of the Temple of War is not supported for too long."

The onlookers have discovered that when the ancient war gods faced Mo Qing, they were somewhat weak. At this time, dozens of figures were coming.

"hiss……"

Everyone sucked a sigh of relief, and these people were all monks in the late stage of the battlefield!

After seeing this group of people in the three middle-aged monks of Zhu Xiantang, the face changed slightly. These monks all recognized them and came out with them. They belonged to the major and not weaker than the fairy church. Zongmen, just how they will come to this small place, come together to team up?

"Do you have something to do here?"

Mo Qing stopped the action in his hand and frowned at the late monks in the battlefield.

"Ha ha ha, Mo Qing, I can't think of you here too. I heard the rumors that you were born in the original death of the Temple of God, so I can come here to see."

"I am the same."

"Let's see here? Hey, don't you just want to find a few artifacts in the Temple of War?"

Mo Qing sneered, what is the purpose of this group of guys, he still doesn't know? It is a wolf that smells bloody!

The Temple of War was originally said to be the same as the ancestral hall and many Zongmen. The dead camel was bigger than the horse. Now the Temple of War is re-emerging. It’s hard to say whether there will be a few artifacts passed down from the temple, if they can Get, the combat power can be greatly improved.

"Mo Qing, I seem to be a little hard to see you, why don't you take the shot together and break the ban?"

A late monk in the battlefield of Daowan smiled.

He looks like forty or fifty years old, his eyes are small, his mouth is very big, and when he laughs, it seems like a tiger is grinning.

"Thunder Tiger, this is the thing that I am going to fight with the Temple of God. I will not let you shoot. If you are too busy, stand by and watch."

Mo Qing sneered a sneer, this Lei Dongsheng had a lot of hatred with him on weekdays, and now he wants to dye the temple of the war, Mo Qing heart can not wait to kill him, but unfortunately, Lei Dongsheng's repair is half a catty with him, want to kill It is almost impossible for the other party.

Coldly sweeping the crowd, Mo Qing took out all the strength and planned to open the ban on the Temple of War in a short time.

God of War on the stage.

"Elders, how can this be good?"

Duan handsome smiled and looked at the Eastern Holocaust and other people: "The old man came to help again, so many late monks in the battlefield, how can we resist this for a long time?"

"At least until the Lord returns."

The Eastern Holocaust hesitated a little and resolutely.

"This group of guys, if the young master is there, they must make them look good!"

Xiaoyue’s face showed a hint of anger.

Zuo Linger nodded and clenched his fist and said: "They are definitely not the opponents of the young master!"

What is the northern mysterious demon...

The eight women of the two women immediately thought about it. They had already heard of Ning Qi’s power, but they had never seen Ning Qi. Now they saw the two women worshiping Ning Qi, and they also had a hint of curiosity in their hearts.

The ban on the Temple of War is in jeopardy, but it can always hold on to the last line of defense. When Mo Qing thought that his next attack could break the ban of the Temple of War, the result was disappointing.

Time passed quickly three or four days.

"The defensive power of this ban is too amazing. The Temple of War was killed and killed. How can we find this place again?"

Many of the late monks in the battlefield were secretly surprised.

Mo Qing saw that Lei Dongsheng and others looked at their eyes full of ridicule, and the anger in their hearts was almost heaven.

"Mo Qing, can't you do it? How can we help us? Although the time is short, the time I wait for is precious. If you can't waste it, don't waste it, right?"

Lei Dongsheng laughed mockingly.

"Forget it, I need to allow him to wait for the shot? Everyone, smash the ban on the law, the instruments in the Temple of War, we divide!"

A late monk in the battlefield was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, shouting, and suddenly brought in the sum of countless people. For a time, dozens of monks in the late stage of the battlefield were shot at the same time, and the void suddenly appeared a wave of ripples, visible to the naked eye. The crack appeared in the eyes of everyone.

"The Temple of War is about to show up!"

"Several dozens of monks in the late stage of the battlefield, the Temple of War can only resist a quarter of an hour!"

Many monks had a look of expectation, including Qingdi and Ma Yuansheng. The two looked at each other and saw the disdain in their eyes. Then they tacitly stared at the void in front of them.

"Mo elder..."

The three mid-term monks of Zhu Xiantang have some concerns.

"Whether, this group of guys wants to blend and blend, as long as they can destroy the Temple of War, and the evil in the heart, it doesn't matter!"

Mo Qingxin sighed and secretly sighed, and his face was ironed and joined, and the final attack on the battle temple!

The power of colorful rules, like fireworks, blooms in the void. In the Temple of War, many buildings have begun to crack and almost collapse.

boom!

A smoke rises.

I saw a mountain range, and appeared in front of everyone in the air. In the void not far away, there was a high platform with thousands of people standing on it.

"This is the Temple of War?"

Everyone was shocked to see this scene.

Qingdi muttered to himself: "Is it bigger than my Holy Land?"

The endless mountains are simply shocking.

"Hey, there are not many masters in the Temple of War."

Lei Dongsheng's gaze swept over the Eastern Holocaust and others, and his eyes flashed a trace of disdain.

"I have given you the opportunity, you don't cherish it. Now, the guy who has just uttered madness is standing up. Otherwise, you all have to be devastated!"

When Mo Qing was in shape, he stood in the sky above the Temple of War, staring coldly at the Eastern Holocaust and others.

"His grandmother, your guy is me, how?? The boss is not there, at the door of my war temple, triumphant, if my boss comes back, you can't even put a fart!"

Duan handsome stood up in anger and pointed at Mo Qing’s nose.

"Haha, what is your boss?"

Mo Qing angered and laughed.

"I count something, are you qualified to comment on it?"

A faint voice suddenly came from behind everyone. The Qing emperor and Ma Yuansheng’s body suddenly became stiff. This voice is most familiar to them!

Bei Xuan Mo Zun is back?

A group of monks quickly turned around and saw, in the void, standing two figures, one of them, is the very popular North Xuan Mozun in Lingwu mainland, they recognize the appearance of Ning Qi!

"You are Ningbei Xuan?"

Mo Qing taunted and looked at Ning Qi, and he was from the same place, the dozens of late monks in the battlefield, and also curious to see Ning Qi.

Suddenly, everyone looked a little different, and there was a hint of jealousy and shock in his eyes.