I Pick Up A Bunch Of Attributes

"You are destroying your father and the seven hundred years of hard work of your Mo family ancestors!" Mo Zian couldn't help but his eyes were splitting.

"Your efforts will never succeed. In the end, they will only lead to murder and disaster."

Once she decided to take action, Mo Zhongxiu seemed unprecedentedly calm. She smoothed the hair beside her ear and gently stretched out a hand.

At this moment, the pupils of Mo Zian, Qingyue Xiaotong and others suddenly shrank.

It was only then that they saw clearly...

It's not that Mo Zhongxiu's palm is wrapped in gray mist, but her entire right hand is completely made of gray mist!

Misty and misty, sometimes turning into slender catkins, sometimes turning into ferocious claws, ever-changing, already inhuman!

"Mo Zhongxiu!"

Mo Zian's voice suddenly rose an octave, with an unbelievable angry look on his face: "Which kind of monster have you taken refuge in?"

"Monsters and monsters? It's just your wishful prejudice."

When Mo Zhongxiu heard this, he glanced at Mo Zian lightly.

Suddenly, Emperor Xuanwu's best advisor trembled suddenly, and gray mist appeared out of thin air all over his body. At this moment, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he screamed in pain and spurted out a blood arrow.

"Mo Zhongxiu, what's your strength?!"

"See, this is the gap."

Mo Zhongxiu spoke calmly word by word: "Even I, after leaving here, have become a being close to the demon king level, and what about Xuanwu Kingdom? The strongest Mo Yuanlong clan elder is only Yuan Dan At the beginning of the realm, right? As for my father, if I remember correctly, when I left, he was even at the Taoist realm, right?"

"The current me is enough to be called the strongest in the human race."

Mo Zian's face couldn't help but twitch violently.

A bad premonition suddenly appeared in his mind.

As the eldest princess, what exactly did Mo Zhongxiu experience when she disappeared?

And now...

Which party's will does she represent?

"With such meager strength, do the human race still want to overturn the world? Living in a corner is the only correct choice, and everything you do is just inviting destruction."

"Mo Zhongxiu!" Mo Zian struggled and coughed up blood. He was urging his strength to try to reverse this unfavorable situation.

However, Mo Zhongxiu just snorted, and Mo Zian fell to the ground with a thud again, submissive and unable to get up again.

"Mo Zian, recognize your identity."

She glanced at the middle-aged man coldly: "You are not from the Mo family, you are just a slave with a given surname. No matter what happens between me and my father, you are not qualified to teach me..."

Swish——

A golden ring-shaped portal suddenly appeared out of thin air between her and Mo Zian, and then slowly rotated open.

A young man in a blue shirt stepped out of the door.

When he saw the scene in front of him clearly, he couldn't help but froze for a moment, and then said with a strange expression: "What about... the deep love between father and daughter? Did I come at the wrong time?"

And it seems that Mo Lianque is still the one who gets beaten, which is too embarrassing!

"Who...are you?"

Mo Zhongxiu's calm expression finally showed a trace of fluctuation.

She had clearly taken over the power of the Ancient King's chariot in an instant. Logically speaking, no one could force her way in.

How did this young man appear?

"Forget it, no matter who you are, you have already arrived, so let's stay together!"

After a while, Mo Zhongxiu shook his head and slapped Feng Xia with a gray palm print.

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Chapter 0381

Boom——

Mo Zhongxiu's palm was silent at first glance and did not show much ripples.

However, that strange gray palm print was like a maggot on the tarsal bone. The silk threads broke into countless pieces in an instant and suddenly wrapped around Feng Xia.

From a distance, it looks like a huge net!

"Now that you're here, don't leave."

The eldest princess of Xuanwu Kingdom said coldly.

For the grand plan of His Highness the Holy Son, she would not allow any accidents to occur. Now that Feng Xia had bumped in, her fate could only be bad.

At this time, the young man in the blue shirt still didn't seem to react. He stood there blankly. He just opened his mouth and instinctively uttered a few words:

"Stay? Okay."

Snapped!

The large net of gray mist hit Feng Xia's body, like foam falling on a person, and disappeared in an instant.

"These gray fogs..."

Feng Xia raised her hand and grabbed a trace of gray mist, looked at it curiously, and then showed a bright smile: "Haha, eldest niece, you played well."

Mo Zhongxiu opened his mouth, feeling extremely unbelievable.

After being refined by the power of the Holy Son, she has long since changed. In terms of cultivation alone, she is almost the same level as the Demon King.

Coupled with the strangeness and terror of the gray mist, she was confident that she would not be afraid even when facing the Demon King.

This is just the power given to her by the Holy Son. The Holy Son himself is even more unfathomable, completely beyond the limits of imagination!

result……

"You, how are you okay?!"

The power of the gray mist hit Feng Xia's body, but nothing happened!

It was like a punch in the clouds... No, it was like a ball of fairy mist and divine light hitting Feng Xia. Not only did it not cause any harm to him, it actually made the young man more energetic!

This is completely different from what she imagined!

"I see……"

Feng Xia crushed a trace of gray mist in her hand, and her eyes revealed a thoughtful light.

"Feng...Master Feng?"

Until this moment, Mo Zian and others couldn't help but exclaim.

A few days ago, a shocking change occurred on the Central Sacred Mountain. The first generation of the Demon King was suspected of resurrecting. Everyone was shocked and thought it was the work of the fierce god Xia Donghai!

Since part of the plan to change the world also involved the first-generation Demon King, Mo Lianque made a prompt decision and led all his troops to the second level!

But Feng Xia disappeared at that time.

Before that, they had given up all hope, and even suspected that resurrecting the first-generation Demon King was responsible for Fengxia's fall!

Therefore, the moment Mo Zhongxiu succeeded in the sneak attack and showed demon king level strength, everyone in the Ancient King's chariot had already fallen into despair.

Unlucky family!

How can this be saved?

At the critical moment, the elusive Master Feng... actually appeared again!

"Master Feng...it's great that you can come back..."

Mo Zian breathed a long sigh of relief, then staggered down and passed out on the spot.

Mo Zhongxiu's blow really hurt him badly. If it weren't for the anger still hanging in his chest, he wouldn't be able to hold on now.

"Master Feng...are you from the sect of Xuanwu Kingdom?"

Hearing this, Mo Zhongxiu couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly, and said coldly: "In the whole world, is it the land of the king? On the shore of the land, is it the ministers of the king... Mo Zian, you are so respectful to a sect leader, it is really extraordinary. Life is back!"

At this moment, Feng Xia is using the image of his own body.

Mo Zhongxiu had seen Qinglong transform into Xia Donghai, and had also seen Jiaojiao's posture, but this was the first time she had seen Feng Xia's true form.

"Oh? Why can't you be respectful to me?"

Hearing this, Feng Xia grinned.

Mo Zhongxiu's face suddenly turned colder: "As a minister of the Mo family, you must recognize your identity..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Xia suddenly waved his hand.

And in his palm, there was an extra green-skinned gourd.

"What are you doing? Do you still want to do something to this princess..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Zhongxiu saw a magnificent and bright green light shooting out from the gourd and reaching the top of his head.

At the same time, a deep voice full of inexplicable emotions suddenly echoed in her ears:

"Na..."

"……No!!!"