Fantasy: The opening pushes the ages

A huge white skull hangs in the air.

The whole space is as cold as hell, and frost is gradually spreading on the ground.

On top of the countless elders of the Northern Wilderness Demon Race, a huge stream of white light appeared, and the source of the stream of light was Mo Yuntian and the huge skull.

Obviously, this is the source of his strength.

"Surrender to death, Jie Jie Jie."

Mo Yuntian let out a terrifying smile.

After he showed his formidable strength, he knew the reason that the villain died because of talking too much, so he didn't talk too much nonsense, and directly stretched out his palm.

The majestic aura was like a galaxy, locking on to Zhou Mu from afar.

"Damn it, it's yin."

Zhou Mu was taken aback for a moment.

But at this moment, he was unable to make any response.

The person in his arms felt the danger, and raised his head, but there was no fear in his clear eyes.

"Brother Mu, are you afraid?"

Zhou Mu shook his head and said calmly, "I'm not afraid."

"Aren't I afraid of him?" On the side, Xi Tianqiu complained silently.

Seeing the coercion from the realm of saints approaching, Xi Tianqiu naturally couldn't resist, and couldn't even raise his mind to resist even the slightest bit of resistance, so he could only hug the person in his arms tighter.

Powerless, he was like an ant under the feet of a giant.

"Don't be afraid... there is me."

Wang Qing'er pursed her lips into a smile, and there was a little sadness in her eyes, but it was only fleeting. She said softly, "I only have you..."

"Are we going to die?"

Xi Tianqiu raised his head and looked at Zhou Mu. For some reason, seeing Zhou Mu like this, he always felt that the end was not over.

How much Zhou Mu likes Ye Mujiu, he knows better than anyone else, so this guy will never put Ye Mujiu in danger.

The feeling of suffocation enveloped the whole body.

In an instant, it seemed to be crushed down by a weight like Mount Tai.

The dazzling aura diffused along with the deadly murderous aura, gradually covering the entire sky.

Zhou Mu's pupils shrunk slightly, and the deadly killing intent made his skin ache, as if countless steel needles were piercing through the pores.

This was the first time he felt the coercion from the saint powerhouse.

but……

He raised his head slowly, but with a sneer on his face.

Holding Ye Mujiu behind him, he raised his head and said sarcastically, "Mo Yuntian, do you really think I'm that capable? Did I tell you that I hate people who don't believe what they say?"

"Jie Jie Jie... Let's talk nonsense on the road to Huangquan."

Mo Yuntian's hands and feet moved very quickly.

He didn't give Zhou Mu a chance to react, and he used his ultimate move at the beginning.

At this moment, in his eyes, Zhou Mu is already dead.

He is a saint himself, and with the continuous supply of power from so many elders of the Northern Wilderness Demon Race, he is now infinitely close to the cultivation of a saint king.

Even if the Sword God Palace advocated that the Heavenly Sword came, he would have the power to fight.

Sudden attack, coupled with a full blow, he did not believe that Zhou Mu had the ability to survive.

Xi Tianqiu felt extremely threatened, sighed, and said to the person in his arms: "Qing'er, we will love each other like this in the next life."

Wang Qinger nodded.

On the side, Zhou Mu said, "It's not that far yet."

Xi Tianqiu's eyes dimmed and said: "Mo Yuntian is not a red pine nut. This time, we really planted it."

A sense of powerlessness struck deeply.

"Who said that?"

Zhou Mu raised his head.

The aura shone on his face, and he felt a little dazzling, so he squinted his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "Fang Yun, teach this reckless bastard a lesson for me."

As the words fell, behind Zhou Mu, a black shadow rushed out.

Fang Yun stood silently in front of Zhou Mu.

He didn't see any movement, but he saw the dazzling aura flashing suddenly, and a shield rose from the ground, crossing in front of everyone.

"Hahahahaha..."

Mo Yuntian's hands became more violent.

The next moment, a huge skull slammed into it fiercely, and then only a bang was heard. Under the eyes of everyone, the seemingly fragile shield did not change at all.

The skull was gone.

"how is this possible?"

Mo Yuntian frowned immediately.

Immediately, breathing became heavier.

At this time, he can't allow him to think too much. Since he has already rebelled, he can only go to the dark one way, but if this is the case, he can only feel sorry for the elders of the Northern Wilderness Demon Race.

His eyes slowly fell on those elders of the Northern Wilderness Demon Race.

Mo Chong's heart skipped a beat, "Patriarch, you..."

Mo Yuntian didn't give them a chance to speak, he clenched his palm violently, and the majestic suction suddenly rolled out crazily.

The elders who felt something was wrong raised their heads one after another, "Patriarch, you are..."

They only felt that the soul in their bodies was going to be sucked out of their bodies, as if they were going to die in the next moment, and even the spiritual power flowing through their veins began to be sucked out uncontrollably.

At this time, they had difficulty breathing, and the spiritual sea was gradually drying up.

"I'm sorry, everyone, I don't want to go this far either."

Mo Yuntian spoke emotionless words, but the movements in his hands did not slow down in the slightest.

"Patriarch, do you feel sorry for us for doing this?" someone said.The man's throat had already become hoarse, as if speaking these words had exhausted all his energy.

Mo Yuntian did not answer directly.

Because these people have all turned into auras.

"You are really vicious. You are cruel not only to yourself, but also to your own clansmen. With you as the patriarch, I don't know whether to say they are pitiful or deserve what they deserve." Seeing this scene, Zhou Mu couldn't help feeling a little terrified.

The Northern Wilderness Demons did not die at the hands of foreign enemies, but in the end they disintegrated from within.

Mo Yuntian grinned, and said, "You forced me to do this."

At this moment, the aura on his body showed a terrifying growth of geometric multiples, and in just a short moment, he was infinitely close to the Holy King.

Fang Yun, who is only a saint, has formed a crushing trend.

"I originally wanted to use these people when I broke through the cultivation of the Holy King, but I didn't expect that your appearance made my plan have to be accelerated. At this point, you have no need to survive."

Perhaps, this is Mo Yuntian's real confidence.

"Suffer to death."

At this time, the aura around Mo Yuntian's body had become more than several times majestic.

The gap between a saint king and a saint is wider than that between the Taoist palace and the immortal.

It is no exaggeration to say that only one hundred saints can barely match the power of the holy king.

The light that was finally ignited in Xi Tianqiu's eyes went out again.

Who would have thought that Mo Yuntian would have this trick.

However, after this battle, the Northern Wilderness Demon Clan will be considered useless, and Mo Yuntian will become a polished commander.

"Who said I'm only one person."

Fang Yun suddenly said.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the sky, just like Fang Yun.

Then, a dumbfounded scene happened between the two of them, and a flash of spirituality flashed, and the figure in the sky turned into two people with exactly the same power but independent of each other.

click
Two became four.

Four became eight.

……

In the end, the dense clouds almost filled the sky.

Roughly counted, it is as high as thousands of giants.

In other words, a thousand saints and strong men appeared at the same time.

At this moment, Mo Yuntian felt an extreme sense of suffocation, his face was full of shock, he couldn't believe what happened before his eyes.

Even if it is the Sword God Temple, there are no more than a dozen saints and powerhouses on the surface.

But in front of his eyes, there were as many as a thousand statues, which made his scalp tingle.

In Mo Yuntian's heart, despair was born uncontrollably.

Even though he barely became the Holy King relying on external forces at this time, under the absolute numerical advantage, he is completely vulnerable.