Poor monk is awesome

Chapter 354

Mohan stood floatingly on top of Yuan Gui, as if standing on a high mountain.

The sound of the flute was melodious and spread across thousands of miles. Almost all the monsters, wild beasts, common people and monks within the range unconsciously began to fight, forgetting the emotions, and crazily bloodthirsty.

Dong Cheng and the others were terrified. They felt that the sound of the flute had an indescribable strangeness. They felt the danger and started to flee in groups.

Mo Han stood with his hands behind his flute, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked up at the turbulent flow of time.

The huge real shadow of the demon god suddenly waved the hand holding Jiu Jie's spirit body, and threw Jiu Jie's spirit body fiercely towards the turbulent flow of time and space.

The spirit body of the Nine Rings wrapped in the mark of the Demon Ancestor was swept in by the turbulent flow of the void without the slightest consciousness, and disappeared without a trace.

"Yuan Gui, follow me around." Mo Han said in a cold voice.

The abyss ghost, which is tens of thousands of miles long and wide, crawled out from the ground. It looked like a monkey with a mountain on its back, but this monkey had a hideous face and a huge body.

Those who live on the ground can't see its whole picture clearly. They just feel that the mountains are hanging upside down. They are as small as sand and gravel. Only by flying in the sky can they see the whole picture clearly.

Every time Yuan Gui took a step on the ground, Mengzhou felt like an earthquake, while Mo Han sat leisurely on top of Yuan Gui, where a huge demon palace manifested.

The demon hall is tall, majestic, and magnificent. The black walls outside are covered with black chains. Each chain is locked with a ferocious monster or a person with disheveled hair. From them or them, all exude terror. breath.

Mo Han stepped through the thousand-foot-high black iron gate and walked into the demon palace. With a wave of his hand, countless bewitches and witches manifested, playing the piano and dancing, charming and charming, with all kinds of wine, meat and food.

There are Shura women performing battles, which are bloody and fierce, and they will not rest until death.

There was a dark succubus who showed her singing voice, which was so melodious that it was hard to find in the world.

With a smile on the corner of Mo Han's mouth, he walked step by step towards the depths of the demon palace, all the fairies and witches cheered happily.

In the depths of the demon temple, there is a huge demon ancestor throne, which looks like a hovering demon dragon, with a scarlet demon eye floating in front of it.

Mo Han walked up the stairs like a dragon's tail step by step, and sat down on the throne of the Demon Ancestor with great skill. Immediately, a dozen witches in black robes came over to squeeze his shoulders and beat his legs, and prepared for him. Give him good fruits to eat.

With a chuckle, Mohan raised his hand to lift the chin of a witch, a red light flashed in his eyes, and at the same time, the scarlet evil eye in front of the demon ancestor's throne also shone red.

The scene in the void turbulence appears in the evil eye.

The spiritual body of Jiujie wrapped in the mark of the demon ancestor is still sleeping.

Mo Han's fingers slid along the witch's chin to her forehead, and a black magic flame lit up from his fingertips.The forehead of the black-robed witch lit up with an iron chain mark.

"Give you three days, destroy his heart, and give you freedom."

Mo Han moved his fingers, and the imprint of the iron chain immediately turned into black air and was drawn out, and the image of the witch was also changing rapidly.

The black dress on her body turned into a red skirt, a little red rose imprint appeared on her forehead, her eyebrows and eyes became more attractive, and her aura became much stronger.

"Qiangwei obeys the decree of the demon ancestor!" The witch in the red dress knelt down to accept the order.

The Demon Palace suddenly trembled slightly for a moment, and Yuan Gui's slightly angry cry came from outside, which was deafening and loud like the sky falling.

Mo Han frowned slightly, but then relaxed, and smiled lightly:
"What a sword, what a person."

"Mengjia, Mengruiqing!" A vicissitudes of voice pierced through the world and entered the demon palace.

Mo Han raised his hand a little, and a light gate appeared in front of him, and the scene of a fishing village was reflected in the light gate. The Rose Witch understood her meaning, got up and walked into the light gate.

The light gate disappeared, and Mo Han smiled evilly, and disappeared into the demon palace in an instant.

The next moment, outside the Demon Palace, high in the sky, in front of Yuan Gui, Meng Qingqing, with long hair flying, stood in the air, holding a wooden sword in his hand, looking at the Demon Palace with an unwavering gaze.

Suddenly, Meng Wuqing waved his sword and slashed towards the void in front of him, the wooden sword burst into dazzling light.

There was a sound of gold and iron clashing, and a magic gun wrapped around a black dragon pierced through the void. Mohan held the gun with one hand and pointed at the blade of Meng Wurui's wooden sword.

Meng Wuqing flew back, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and a tiny crack appeared on the wooden sword.

Mohan glanced at Meng Wuqing approvingly: "The body of a mere mortal actually has the ability to slay immortals, which is worthy of talent, but it's a pity..." Mohan shook his head, and said softly: "With the ancient demon god In comparison, the human race is really too weak!"

"This seat has already surpassed your realm, go away, this seat does not want to kill you." Mo Han looked at the injured Meng Wuqing and said.

"Hehe, the guy who slaughtered Mengzhou is my enemy." Meng Wuqing held the wooden sword, surrounded by countless sword qi, and shouted:
"Devil God, I want to kill you too."

Endless sword energy exploded, filling the space around Demon Ancestor Mohan. Meng Qingqing also moved. He held the sword in one hand, like a shadow like lightning, and instantly appeared above Demon Ancestor's head. With one sword, he moved the mountains and rivers, condensing a lifetime of swordsmanship. True meaning.

"The heart sword is supplemented, the soul is the main one, and Mengmou will be broken with one sword in his life!"

Countless sword lights flickered in Meng Wuqing's eyes, and finally gathered into a sword, the unique sword in the world, and cut towards Mohan.

Tear the void, annihilate everything, a shocking sword that cuts immortals and gods.

Mo Han didn't make any movement, just stood quietly in the air.

The sword fell and stopped a foot away from him, no matter how hard it was to advance.

"You can't hurt me." Mo Han said, "Since you choose death, I won't force you."

As soon as Mo Han finished speaking, a line of blood appeared on Meng Wuqing's forehead, and that line of blood began to spread downward from the forehead, robbing Meng Wuqing of his vitality.

Just when the blood line spread to Mengruiqing's eyebrows, a bright blue light shone from Mengruiqing's eyebrows.

The phantom of a palm-sized woman emerged from Mengrui's brows. The woman's face was beautiful, her temperament was immaculate, and there was a trace of ruthless indifference in her eyes. The woman lightly opened her red lips, and an ethereal voice came:
"I am the daughter of the Immortal King of Shui Xuan Immortal Realm, Immortal Lord Mengqiao. Killing my husband is like killing me. Even if I go to heaven and earth, and the nine realms collapse, I will kill him!"

"Meng...gu..." Meng Qingqing's eyes that remained calm even in the face of Demon Ancestor and death suddenly flashed violently, with a trace of sadness that had accumulated for thousands of years on his face, and he looked at the person in front of him. The woman was a shadow, and two lines of clear tears flowed from the eyes of the Meng family's first genius in ten thousand years.

"Immortal Mengqiao, I have heard about it. Thousands of years ago, Immortal Emperor Tianxuan ordered to kill the foundation of Lingxuan. People from all fairy worlds used the avatars of scattered fairyland to pass through Lingxuan's heaven-sealing formation, trying to find out the life and death of the mad sage."

"I never thought that this girl would actually fall in love with a swordsman genius in the Xuan Ling Realm. This deity has been suppressed by Shui Xuan and locked under the immortal platform for ten thousand years."

"I never thought that the swordsman genius would be you. It's interesting." A playful smile appeared on Mo Han's face.

(End of this chapter)