I have been in confinement for 15 years, and I have become the emperor's son!

The appearance of Mo Yao made everyone's hearts rise to their throats.

Noticing the handsome figure in white clothes, the army of the Mo family on the city wall felt their blood boil.

And those three thousand swordsmen and the Youshen tribe also showed the same look.

In their hearts, the emperor of the Mo family is the spiritual pillar of their hearts.

And the people on the other side of the Demon Realm were intimidated by this aura when they saw the legendary emperor of the Mo family.

In the eyes, there is fear!
Si Yuyang looked at the white clothes cautiously, the brilliance dissipated, revealing that handsome face, he was ashamed of himself.

But what scares him the most is the opponent's cultivation.

"The cultivation base of the Tianzun realm, so everything is real." Si Yuyang leaned back, and then sent a voice transmission to Xie Jianfeng.

"Ming Changyun, Long Xuanchen, and those in Yunting have malicious intentions towards Moyao. Our people don't take action yet."

Xie Jianfeng smiled approvingly, they could become the Four Evils of the Demon Realm because they also knew how to assess the situation.

As for that arrogant Gu Xieyun, a wandering clown who died at Moyao's hands, it was within their expectation.

A glimmer of light flashed in Mo Yao's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "This Si Yuyang still has some strength to become the leader of the four evil spirits in the Demon Realm."

The Dragon Clan and Nether Realm did not notice that the Demon Realm army was withdrawing to the rear.

Yunting Xiantong also didn't notice.

Long Xuanchen's teeth were about to crack, and he was extremely fierce. His arms turned into Thunder Dragon Claws, and he directly entered the dragon transformation state.

With him in this state, those arrows of law can't do anything at all.

Seeing this, Mo Yao lightly waved his hand, stopped the attack of the arrow of law, jumped up, and stared mistyly.

"I heard that Zulong Shenshan is inextricably linked with your dragon clan, right?"

Moyao's question completely ignited the anger in Long Xuanchen's heart.

At the beginning, Zulong Shenshan and other three fierce beast forces launched a power war with the Mo family, but in the end, it was impossible to steal chickens and lose money.

The three fierce beast forces were directly uprooted and completely disappeared after incurring the wrath of thunder from the Huanggu Mo family.

Such bad news spread to the Dragon Clan, which had a bad impact on the prestige of the Dragon Clan. For a while, the Dragon Clan was ridiculed by many races.

"Moyao, I want to take your head to pay homage to the thousands of creatures on the Ancestral Dragon Mountain!"

Behind Long Xuanchen, a huge phantom of the dragon god was formed, and majestic power was poured into the Thunder Dragon Claw.

Facing Moyao in mid-air, he quickly poked out the Thunder Dragon's head, with such a destructive force.

Long Xuanchen asked himself, among the country bumpkins in the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm, there were only a handful of them who could catch them.

Mo Yao looked at the head of the thunder dragon indifferently, and pointed forward lightly, "Dragon bugs, come and kill each one!"

Black and golden rays of light emerged from the fingertips and shot away. The terrifying power contained in it caused Si Yuyang and Xie Jianfeng not far away to tremble.

The two of them looked at each other, and the emperor's strength was stronger than they imagined.

That Mo Haoyan was really insidious, saying that Mo Yao could tie with him.

Looking at it now, what kind of tie is this?

In fact, the news that Mo Haoyan brought back was not false, but it was only because of his own strength that he had that kind of rhetoric.

There was a destructive force in the black-golden light, which made Long Xuanchen feel the original fear.

The thunder dragon head was directly annihilated by the black-golden light.

What he didn't know was that this was the law of desolation, one of the six laws of Moyao Tianyan!
The barren ancients are dead, and there will be no existence for thousands of miles!
A sinister chill rushed into his heart, Long Xuanchen's face turned cold, and he immediately activated the dragon fire in Longchi in his body, and barely resisted it.

But the original dragon fire in his body also lost a lot.

The eyes he looked at Moyao became more sinister, and he sipped at Ming Changyun and Xiangshenzhu, "You two, let's kill this son together."

Turning the corner of his eyes, he found that the Demon Realm army had been quietly watching from a distance, and his heart was galloping!

Si Yuyang, I, Long Xuanchen, have written down this account for you. When my dragon army takes down the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm, I will be the first to attack your Demon Realm!

Si Yuyang didn't care about Long Xuanchen's current thoughts, and smiled sinisterly in his heart.

Not to mention, whether the two realms of immortality and demons can withstand the iron hooves of the other ten realms.

Let’s just talk about the Dragon Clan and the Nether Realm. It can be said that they can’t protect themselves now. Whether they can leave the Immortal Realm safely is unknown.

Don't forget that the opponent standing in front of them is the number one pride of Immortal Territory, who exists side by side with Ding Youhou.

"Xiangshenzhu, you are so ignorant of good and evil, I have spared you again and again, can't I cherish it once?"

Mo Yao's voice was like cold water in winter, freezing the world.

Although Yunting and Mojia are hostile, this kind of competition is also based on their own abilities.

One yard belongs to one yard, these two forces belong to the fairyland, and the outer realm interferes with each other.

Mo Yao didn't say that he shared the same hatred with the enemy, but rather than colluding with each other, it really couldn't be justified.

It is not without reason that Yunting's immortal lineage has declined to this point. Mo Yao is extremely disappointed in the entire Yunting.

For tens of thousands of years, it is not unreasonable for Yunting Xiantong to be suppressed and beaten by the Mo family.

The three thousand swordsmen and the Youshen tribe wanted to stand up, but Mo Yao waved them back.

They could only obey Mo Yao's order.

"The emperor of the Mo family is so entrusted with him. Although the three forces do not have our elite army, they are all experts in the quasi-supreme realm after all."

Xie Jianfeng really couldn't understand Mo Yao's actions. He had a certain understanding of the arrogance of those heaven's favored children.

Before tens of thousands of people, I have the courage to destroy them in one fell swoop. I can't only have arrogance and arrogance, but also have my own strong strength.

"If this son has been cultivating for ten years, and the border between the immortal and demon realms, within a hundred years, there will be a war of arms. I am afraid that only Ding Youhou can stop this son's footsteps."

Si Yuyang smiled helplessly.

Xie Jianfeng turned his head in astonishment, why did his boss make such a judgment.

Then I thought about it again, the four cities in the Demon Realm were broken in a row, it was all due to this son's strategy, and I was thinking of the hidden formation in Dingjun Mountain.

This kind of judgment is likely to become a certain kind of fact.

Mo Yao held Tianyuan in his hand, and swept it out. Tianyan's mother's energy made the sea of ​​gods in his body surge violently.

"Desolation. Crush chaos!"

The desolate sword intent filled the sword body, and each wisp of sword energy was carefully controlled.

Before those Tianjiao could react, they were enveloped by Moyao's law of desolation.

An uncomfortable feeling arises spontaneously, and the next moment, the blood mist disperses!
The sky was gray and filled with the bloody smell of death.

And this situation, but in an instant.