Fantasy: The opening pushes the ages

"The ten elders of the Northern Wilderness Demon Clan are here. This is the entire family property. My God, are they really planning to destroy the Wang Family Martial Arts Hall?"

Among the crowd, someone said with a shocked expression.

At this time, Wang Tianquan's face was so gloomy that he almost dripped water.

It seems that this time the Northern Wilderness Mozu mobilized all their wealth, definitely wanting to destroy his Wang Family Martial Arts School.

There has been a long-standing grudge between the Wang Family Martial Arts and the Northern Wilderness Demons. Originally, the Wang Family Martial Arts had been suppressing the Northern Wilderness Demons, making the latter helpless to fight back. But with the decline of the Wang Family Martial Arts, this situation gradually reversed.

However, if the Scarlet Spirit Sect could help, then Mo Yuntian's sinister intentions would fall short.

But when his eyes fell on the training platform, Zhao Jing was nowhere to be seen.

He turned around abruptly, looked at Wang Qing'er and said, "What about Zhao Jing?"

Wang Qinger shook her head, "I don't know."

Wang Tianquan was completely flustered.

But at this moment, he had to force himself to calm down, looked at Mo Yuntian with a livid face, and said, "Mo Yuntian, do you really want to destroy my Wang family's martial arts school?"

"Ask knowingly." Mo Yuntian sneered.

Wang Tianquan said: "Don't look at my Wang family's martial arts school is declining now, but it's not easy to provoke. To pull a tooth from a tiger's mouth, we have to see if you have the ability."

"Where is the Jinwu Guard!"

As his words fell, he waved his palm violently, and there was a violent vibration on the ground, and then, a group of people wearing golden armor suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

The golden armor reflected the icy arc.

Deterrent.

This is Wang Tianquan's last territory. The powerful Jinwu Guard is the painstaking effort of countless generations of pavilion owners. Based on strength alone, relying on the advantages of numbers and well-trained, it can stand up to saints and warriors. It is not weak.

Without the background of one or two saints, how could the Wang Family Martial Arts gain a foothold in the Great Desolation City.

There were about a hundred strong men in golden armor, just standing here, exuding powerful spiritual power, even Mo Yuntian saw a little threat.

"This is your last trump card." Mo Tianyun said coldly, "If this is the only way, then your Wang Family Martial Arts Hall is just waiting to be destroyed. Hundreds of years of grievances will finally come to an end today. gone."

"Wishful thinking, Jin Wuwei is the painstaking effort of the past generations of museum owners. If I hold the Rebirth Knife, I will be at a disadvantage with at least three moves." Wang Tianquan said coldly.

The voice sounds confident.

At this time, he lowered his head and said to Wang Qing'er: "When the fight starts, you should run quickly, the farther you can run, the better."

"Father..." Wang Qing'er burst into tears.

She knew that her father was Tuo Gu, and she might not be able to overcome this difficulty.

"I won't go, Dad, I want to accompany you, and I'm also a member of the Wang Family Martial Arts Hall."

The voice of speaking sounded a little choked at this time.

"Silly girl, as long as you are still alive, the blood of my Wang family will never be broken. It will depend on you to make a comeback in the future." Wang Tianquan reassured.

He made a comeback, even he didn't believe what he said.

"Do it."

Mo Yuntian stopped talking nonsense, and then ordered coldly.

He immediately stretched out his palm, and in the void, there were overwhelming skulls gathered. The densely packed skulls were like clouds, which made people frightened.

The palm is pressed down suddenly.

Immediately, the densely packed white skulls slowly formed a huge white skull, carrying a palpitating monstrous cold aura, and shot horizontally in the direction of Jin Wuwei.

Wang Tianquan's reaction was not slow. With a flash of his palm, a golden token appeared with three words on it, Jin Wuwei.

This is the token for manipulating the Jinwu Guard, and it can only be used after blood has been dripped in and the token recognizes its owner.

He squeezed the token, the golden aura in his hand swelled, and immediately roared, "Jin Wuwei, attack."

As the roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, the one hundred powerful warriors in golden armor stepped forward and roared like a lion at the same time.

"kill!"

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A hundred powerful warriors in golden armor actually condensed a real fighting spirit.

砰

The two collided heavily.

The sound of Jin Ge can be heard endlessly. At this moment, it seems that you are on the battlefield, surrounded by countless fighters with strong fighting spirit and belief in victory.

Suddenly, violent ripples appeared on the surface of the substantial fighting intent, like a stone thrown into calm water.

With a bang, the huge skull turned into countless small skulls, which were completely wiped out by the powerful fighting spirit.

Looking at this scene, Mo Yuntian's expression changed slightly. Obviously, the strength of this Jinwu Guard was somewhat beyond his imagination.

However, he also expected this, so it was not much of a surprise.

A gloomy look flashed across his eyes, and his face was full of ferocity.

"Give me your hands, destroy this Jinwu Guard, and make him lose his mind completely."

Following his command, the elders behind him immediately stepped out in the air, and powerful spiritual power swept away. This kind of power really destroyed the world.

In the auditorium, the faces of those who saw this scene changed, and they gasped.

It's really terrifying.

More than a dozen elders worked together to form a huge white skull.

Almost covered half of the sky.

The power emanating from the powerful spiritual power was so cold that the world froze slightly, and the flow of spiritual power slowed down a bit.

The bright sunshine suddenly turned gloomy and cold, and a cool wind blew past, making it cool.

Everyone present shuddered involuntarily.

Such a powerful, rising infinitely from the power of a saint, presenting a terrifying growth of geometric multiples, is actually infinitely approaching the power of a saint king.

At this moment, Wang Tianquan finally panicked.

Sure enough, the next moment, the attack of the white skull was much stronger than before.

With a bang, the condensed fighting spirit collided violently with the white skull.

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That fighting spirit was wiped out in an instant.

Wang Tianquan's pupils shrank suddenly, and before he could react, he saw that the jawbone of the white skull moved, and an endless suction burst out. The next moment, the hundred Jinwu Guards flew upside down and flew along With strong suction, it flew into the air of the skull.

Immediately, the white light shone brightly, and after the light dimmed, Wang Tianquan realized that he had lost contact with the Jinwu Guard, and a look of panic appeared on his face instantly.

"It's over..."

He took a deep breath.

Seeing this, Mo Yuntian laughed loudly, "Wang Tianquan, your time has come, you should die."

Without the restriction of the Jinwu Guard, Mo Yuntian suddenly appeared in front of Wang Tianquan with a figure like a ghost, and immediately he slammed it out with a palm.

The latter was still in extreme shock, didn't react for a while, and accepted the palm abruptly.

On the chest in front of him, there was a dark palm print.