Immemorial Paragon

Not long afterwards, the radiance from Ziyu reached a whole new level.

Although he didn't enter the nebula realm, the strength of Ziyu had already surpassed Cao Hung before.

Of course, this is not what shocked Mo Qingyun.

What really shocked Mo Qingyun was that at the moment Zi Zi's body, there were even dozens of fluctuations in blood veins.

"Sixty-three blood veins!"

Feeling the blood veins of Aster, Mo Qingyun showed a shocked expression, and her mood suddenly became heavy.

At this moment, he couldn't help thinking about the heritage of the dark demons in the tomb of the mainland.

"It seems that Zi Yunxiao has entered the inheritance continent and has been inherited by the Dark Demon Clan."

Seeing the performance of Ziyan at the moment, Mo Qingyun knew immediately where his supernatural power came from.

If this is the case, Mo Qingyun's difficulty will be increased many times if he wants to deal with the dark demons.

The only thing that made Mo Qingyun happy was that judging from the performance of Ziyu and others, this magical power didn't seem to be widespread.

At present, the people who master such supernatural powers are only a very small number of people, and ordinary dark demons are not yet.

"Fortunately, this blood power supernatural power, the other Dark Demon strong are not."

Seeing that the dark Demon powerhouses were fighting with Qian Linglong and others, he did not perform this magical power, and Mo Qingyun felt much relieved.

Otherwise, it would be awkward for the bureau to face them. Even if they kill Ziyan and others in the end, they will have to pay a painful price.

"Mo Qingyun, my husband will let you see today, the supreme power of my saints."

While thinking in Mo Qingyun's mind, the purple majestic momentum reached the extreme and stabilized at the level of the quasi-nebula.

Zi Zhi's words of pride fell, and he urged the blood power in his body to improve his combat effectiveness.

Good luck Vientiane sword!

With the swing of the purple sword, the long sword immediately burst into a dazzling light, causing the world to change.

Followed by, the aggressive Jianmang blasted to Mo Qingyun from all directions.

Jiu Jiu Tian De Tu Shen Jian Zhen!

Facing Zi's shot, Mo Qingyun didn't dare to take the slightest care, and immediately offered eighty-one magic soldiers to resist.

Under the control of Mo Qingyun, the eighty-one magical soldiers quickly formed a sword array and greeted the sword awns that came around.

Dangdang Dangdang ...

Eighty-one stalks of soldiers blasted around the sword awns, and immediately made a clear sound, generating a storm of strength.

It was just that Mo Qingyun was surprised. The surrounding swordsman was bombarded by the sword array, but after being blown apart, he immediately reunited again.

"This is the power of the original blood!"

Seeing the performance of those sword-mangs, Mo Qingyun was startled, guessing the reason for their recovery, and secretly said, "Unexpectedly, Ziyan unexpectedly blessed the power of the blood of the original creation to his magical power."

Because Jianmang could not be defeated, Mo Qingyun's situation was passive, and he could only resist the surrounding Jianmang continuously.

Seeing Mo Qingyun's passiveness, Ziyan showed his proudness and sneered: "Mo Qingyun, if it wasn't your original creation of bloodlines, even if the old man combines the power of bloodlines, the combat power cannot be raised to this level."

Seeing Zi Zi's proud expression, Mo Qingyun showed a solemn expression, and his eyes gradually became indifferent, saying: "Zi Zi, your performance really surprised me, but the person with the hole card is not just you. "

"Unblock!"

As Mo Qingyun's words fell, he took out one by one handprints and hit them on the Eighty-One Manipulator.

Suddenly, the original bland 81-handed magic soldier immediately bloomed a dazzling streamer.

At the same time, the momentum radiated by the Eighty-one Swordsman is immediately and countless times stronger.

With the power of the magic soldiers all excited, the power of the sword formation at this moment, it also suddenly increased many times.

Uh ...

Under the hegemonic bombardment of the sword array, the sword awns coming from all around were immediately blown apart.

Because the sword array is too powerful, it can cause smashing destruction to sword awns, so they cannot re-aggregate.

"One nebula-level excalibur, twenty-nine semi-nebula-level excalibur, and fifty-four exquisite holy swords."

Seeing the eighty-one stalks of soldiers blooming with real power, Ziyan immediately shrinks her pupils.

Mo Qingyun's current performance, for him, the impact is too great.

Fire of Civilization

Mo Qingyun controlled the sword array, cracked the magical powers of Asterium, and immediately slammed into Asterium again.

Mo Qingyun blasted out with the palm of his hand, and the momentum of the fire of civilization he released also skyrocketed several times.

Then, a huge flame of flame with the momentum of burning the sky and destroying the earth, bombarded strongly towards the purple lotus.

"The fire of civilization in this palm is much stronger than it was just a moment ago, and this boy has spared a bit of power just now."

Seeing the power of Mo Qingyun's palm, Zi Zhi immediately trembled and her face became pale.

Judging from the strength shown by Mo Qingyun, he is no longer Mo Qingyun's opponent, and he will be beheaded here if he carelessly.

Zi Zhi found this, his expression became tense, his face became dark and he said, "This abominable boy has grown so amazingly. If I planted a hundred kinds of blood, I should be able to barely compete . "

Zi Yan felt extremely embarrassed. In just over ten years, his identities with Mo Qingyun were reversed.

Seeing Mo Qingyun's practice speed, Ziyan felt extreme fear. If he gave Mo Qingyun another ten years, that would be enough.

At this moment, his heart was full of remorse. It would have been better if he had not relented in the tomb of the ancestral ancestral ancestors.

Sword of Creation!

When Purple confession, he did not dare to take the slightest care, and immediately resisted the hand of Mo Qingyun.

Ziyu waved his sword at a high speed, and immediately reacted with the heaven and earth, calling on the power of heaven and earth.

Then, a stream of powerful power gathered from all directions.

After a while, these forces condensed into a sword-mangling and bombarded the flame palm.

Huh!

Jianmang hit the flame palm, and immediately broke out into a huge palm, blooming like a flower-like light.

But Jianmang didn't last long, and was smashed by the flame palm, dissipating in mid-air at high speed.

The flame palm smashed Jianmang, and then rolled down towards the purple magpie, directly bombarding the purple maggot.

Boom!

The purple smashed the ground heavily, smashing the ground out of a large pit, and set off a sky of dust and mist.

One blow to the fly hit the Aster, Mo Qingyun didn't rush to take another shot, looked down at the dust and mist.

Lean less, the dust and mist dissipated, revealing the figure of purple lotus.

At this moment, he was already embarrassed, his clothes were ragged, his hair was tarred, his face was pale, and his breath was floating.

If you do n’t know his people, you will mistakenly think that this is an old beggar whose life is dying.

Seeing the tragic condition of Ziyu, Mo Qingyun's figure flickered, and he immediately reached him.

Seeing Mo Qingyun approaching him, Zi Yan immediately tightened his expression, looking at Mo Qingyun with complex eyes.

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