The legend of old Jack in Douluo

Chapter 442 Solve it.

"It's over..." With a clear and flawless face, he looked at the shocked Mo Cheng expressionlessly, and slowly raised his palm. On it, the crimson flames were slightly churning. Fierce burst out.

The fiery crimson flame swept across the air, enveloping Mo Cheng, and under the gaze of everyone, Mo Cheng, who was in the flames, turned into a pool of ashes in the blink of an eye, slowly falling from the sky... …

Looking at the layer of dust covered on the brightly colored carpet, the dead silence in the hall...

Looking indifferently at the shattered white ice, the man in black raised his head slightly, his gaze slowly swept across the dead hall through the black cloak.

Although the line of sight was blocked by the black cloak, where her gaze was directed, all the people retracted their necks with their faces changed drastically, and their eyes flickered, terrified, moving aimlessly, no longer He didn't dare to stay on the man in black.

Old Ge Ye stared at the inconspicuous ashes on the carpet with a slightly pale face. The great elder of the Mohist family, who had been making great achievements an hour ago, was now in front of him, with no bones left. The vastly different scene is really unbelievable.

Taking a deep breath of the cold air, Ge Ye slowly calmed down the fluctuations in his heart. No matter how he said it, he was already so old.His mental capacity is still very strong, he stared at the man in black, and said: "No matter who you are, you and Misty Yunzong have formed a grievance, Mo Cheng may not be qualified to let Misty Yunzong and a The Dou Huang powerhouse clashes, but the reputation of the Misty Cloud Sect is worth the price!"

"Today you beheaded Mo Cheng in front of the leaders of many forces in the southeastern provinces and us. If I, the Misty Cloud Sect, just sit back and watch, those other forces that rely on the Misty Yunzong will feel chilled."

The eyes under the black robe quietly watched Ge Ye who was able to ignore the pressure, but Nalan Yanran did not regret her actions.In her opinion, the death of a person like Mo Cheng is not a pity, and what she did was doing justice for the heavens.

Shaking her head slightly, Nalan Yanran turned around, and walked slowly towards the Mohist disciple with a miserable face.

"Get someone!"

Stopping two meters away from Mo Lan, the voice of the man in black was as indifferent as ice, and the murderous intent contained in it made Mo Lan tremblingly clear that if he waited for someone to delay, I'm afraid that the next time it will turn into ice, it should be my group.

"My lord...he'll be there soon." The voice replied tremblingly, and Mo Lan took two steps back trembling, only then did he feel a little relieved.

"5 minutes." Nalan Yanran ignored Mo Lan's retreat, and said three words in a cold tone, and then stood like a wooden stake in the hall, silent.

Hearing these three words, the corners of Mo Lan's mouth twitched a few times, then hurriedly waved to call a Mohist disciple, and asked him to hurry up with a flustered expression.

In the spacious hall, on the huge pillars, there are still red characters symbolizing festiveness. However, at this time, these festive red colors, in the eyes of everyone in the hall, make people smile so bitterly. After today is over, the Mo Family, who just finished the wedding, should prepare for the funeral again.

A series of gazes swept across the hall, and when they inadvertently glanced at the black-robed man standing in the center of the hall, everyone's heart trembled fiercely. The Great Elder, but in the hands of this even more terrifying existence, is like that ball of ooze, he can squeeze it however he wants, without the slightest ability to resist.

This kind of strong man is obviously not accessible to them at this level. At this time, they can only secretly guess in their hearts, how much shit did Mo Cheng step on to be able to put this kind of power in the empire? The powerhouse at the peak level was attracted and killed by him.

In the hall, people's heads were shaking, but there was no sound. The strange scene filled the hall with a creepy atmosphere.

Just as Nalan Yanran was counting the minutes and seconds, Jack Li's voice suddenly sounded in his mind. Although it was subtle, it did not escape his detection, and he asked softly in his heart in astonishment: "Husband, What's wrong?"

"Be careful, I don't know why, but I seem to feel a faint familiar smell." Li Jieke's voice sounded in Nalan Yanran's heart with some seriousness and doubts.

"Uh? What do you mean?" Hearing this, Nalan Yanran was taken aback for a moment, and said in astonishment, "A familiar smell?"

"At the moment when you borrowed my soul power to erupt, the smell that was originally hidden perfectly fluctuated a little bit, otherwise, I'm afraid even I wouldn't be able to detect it." Li Jieke said in a deep voice: "Besides, this smell The taste makes me a little familiar... I can't say, I have been in contact with the previous me."

Hearing Li Jieke's words, Nalan Yanran's heart was shocked, and the pretty face under the black robe showed a little shock. Li Jieke didn't know exactly what Li Jieke's strength was before, but at least she could be sure that back then Her husband must be a strong man at the peak of the Dou Qi Continental Pyramid, and his strength to be able to contact her husband back then must not be underestimated.

"I had little contact with the strong men of the Jia Ma Empire back then, so I thought that this guy who didn't know the details should belong to the strong men who wandered in the Dou Qi Continent, but for some reason, he came to Jia Ma. Ma Empire, and lurking in this Mohist family, what is the reason?" Li Jieke pondered.

"How strong is he?" Nalan Yanran frowned, asking the most important question in her heart.

"I don't know very well. Now even I have only a vague sense, and I can't even tell who he is." Li Jieke said with a slight headache.

"No matter what, be careful, after Qinglin appears, take her out of here as soon as possible."

"Ah."

With a slight nod, Nalan Yanran's face appeared a little dignified. From the corner of her eyes, with the help of the cover of the black robe, she swept across the hall full of people's heads, but she didn't find anything. At the moment, the vigilance in her heart , gradually improved.

The 5 minutes passed quickly, and at the last moment, Mo Lan, whose face was flustered, heaved a sigh of relief after looking at the figure that appeared at the end of his sight.

A few figures quickly ran in from the door. On the backs of the three Mohist disciples, the little girl in blue clothes was looking at the strange environment timidly with her eyes wide open.

In the hall, all eyes were on the lovely and pitiful little girl in Tsing Yi, and they were a little bit taken aback. They never thought that the reason why a Dou Huang strongman would go to war was because of such a pretty little girl. girl.

(End of this chapter)