Immortal Mortal

Mo Wuji sacrificed the Half-Moon Heavy Halberd without hesitation, and a galaxy fell down.

After cultivating to the state of union with gods, Mo Wuji's long river magical power can be unleashed at any time.

The gloomy Taotie Valley was a bit pale against the backdrop of Mo Wuji's Milky Way. Huan Ciao, who had a Buddha shovel stuck in his body, exclaimed, A divine weapon made of Ping Shui and Wugen Divine Iron? A good thing.

Although he said good things, the movements of his hands did not hesitate at all.

Boom! The handprint hit Mo Wuji's Half-Moon Heavy Halberd. The Milky Way that fell from the sky was crushed directly by this handprint, and the silver light dissipated.

Another violent bombardment hit Mo Wuji's body. When Mo Wuji opened his mouth and spat out a second mouthful of blood, he felt a stab of pain in his back.

Fortunately, because of the magical power of this halberd, Mo Wuji finally split some of Huantiao's space, stepped out with him, and then rushed out of Huantiao's domain space.

Huan cried and was stunned. He stared at the place where Mo Wuji disappeared in amazement and murmured to himself, Shrinking into an inch with magical powers?

Then his eyes became hot.

The magical power of shrinking the earth into an inch is the unique magical power of the Twelve God Emperor Guigu. Guigu, Huanciao, knows that he will never pass on his magical power easily. Even if Guigu has fallen, he will not spread his Shuchishin magical power. Therefore, many guys who can shrink into an inch are using specious powers, and they cannot be regarded as shrinking into an inch at all.

Mo Wuji had just performed the Shrunk to an Inch, which Huan Tiao was sure was a real Shrunk to an Inch, and would definitely not be weaker than the Divine Emperor Guigu's magical power.

Huan Tong even knew that besides the inherent magical power of shrinking into an inch, there was another place where this kind of magical power existed, and that was the Tiangang Transformation.

Tiangang Transformation is something that even saints long for. It is a treasure that existed only since the beginning of the world. Unfortunately, there are only rumors and no one has ever seen it. In addition to shrinking into an inch, there are rumors that there is a more powerful magical power of fetal transformation, which is a kind of magical power that is more terrifying than those real great magical powers.

If the shrinking that the guy performed just now came from the Tiangang Transformation...

When Huan Tiao thought of this, not only his eyes were hot, but his heart was also hot. He took a step forward and rushed directly to the mouth of Taotie Valley.

Bang! Mo Wuji stumbled at the entrance of the Taotie Valley. Even though he struck twice in succession, Huan Tiao's hand still tore five strips of skin open on his back, forming a terrifying blood-shaped handprint.

If he hadn't been the Holy Body, Huantong's last hand seal would have taken out his heart.

Fellow Daoist Mo... Seeing Mo Wuji's appearance, Meng Ye asked in shock.

Mo Wuji shouted sternly, Fellow Daoist Meng and I will take action together, Jieheng will be guarded...

After saying this, Mo Wuji locked the half-moon heavy halberd on all the surrounding space, tore open a ravine like a natural chasm and slashed down.

Meng Ye had been in battle for a long time and did not need Mo Wuji's reminder at all. The Buddha dust in his hand turned into billions of dust threads, and these dust threads followed Mo Wuji's heavy halberd down overwhelmingly.

The next moment Huan Tiao appeared under the ravine of Mo Wuji's Half-Moon Heavy Halberd. Before Huan Tiao could avoid the ravine, Meng Ye's billions of dust threads swept directly towards him.

Billions of dust threads instantly turned into billions of worldly worries, wrapping around Huantiao in circles. Although Meng Ye was extremely afraid of Huantiao, once he really made a move, he would never be soft or hesitant.

If Huan Tong was not seriously injured, even if his cultivation level is now declining, Meng Ye's billions of worries would still tickle Huan Tong.

Now that Huan Ti's cultivation level had fallen to that of a saint, he was seriously injured again, and he still had a rusty Buddha shovel on his body. This was when he was at his weakest.

Even so, he still escaped from the troubles in just a moment, and at the same time shouted sharply, Meng Ye, you are so courageous, even a mere Sansheng dares to plot against me.

The red sword crown on his head turned into a red pilian, which seemed to be killed from the endless void and hit Mo Wuji's magical chasm.

The sky chasm, which turned into hundreds of thousands of feet long and was still growing in power, was cut by Huanxi's red sword crown, and a crack actually appeared in the void. Then there was a click, and for the first time, Mo Wuji's magical power was broken through so easily.

But the red sword crown transformed into a sword still did not stop, blasting on the endless threads of troubled dust.

Billions of trouble threads, under the light of this sword crown, are like tofu, shattering inch by inch at an extremely fast speed, and are about to turn into nothingness.

Jie Heng, who was told by Mo Wuji to guard him in the distance, froze, and his face turned pale. If they had known that Mo Wuji and Meng Ye were dealing with Huantiao, they would not have participated in beating him to death.

Saint, this is a saint.

It's a pity that he is not an idiot. He knows very well that he has no way out at this moment. Once Huanciao escapes, he will undoubtedly die in the future. For him now, there is only one way to help.

The long rivers and natural chasms in the four paths of Mo Wuji's heavy halberd were torn apart by Huan Tiao one after another. Mo Wuji did not have any fluctuations. Instead of retreating, he rushed towards Huan Tiao and blasted past with one finger in the void.

The seven realms refer to supernatural powers and the human world.

The endless artistic conceptions and rhymes of the human world spread across the sky and turned into grand mundane rules.

People living in this world are originally dust. Whether it is now or a hundred years from now, it will eventually turn into dust.

All things in the world are like white clouds and gray dogs, like fireworks and ice floes, they will eventually dissipate.

If it weren't for Meng Ye's millions of worries, Huantiao would tear apart Mo Wuji's world in an instant.

Because Meng Ye's troubles have not been completely broken, he reappeared in the world at this moment. Huantiao's whole mind relaxed in an instant. After his mind relaxed, the Taoist charm of the Buddhist shovel inserted into his body became more and more powerful. What Huan Ti longed for most was to calm down and heal, without anyone to disturb or fight with him.

All the fights seem unimportant, they are all in this world.

No, this is the magical power of artistic conception.

In just a moment, Huantiao woke up with a start. With a roar, the red half-moon sword crown was about to tear through the void and tear Mo Wuji into pieces.

Mo Wuji didn't know how many lives and deaths he had experienced, how could he miss this fleeting time. Before Huantiao's half-moon sword crown could completely control this space, his second finger had already struck. The second finger of the seven realms is heaven and earth.

After the human world was shattered, it was still the world between heaven and earth, controlled by Mo Wuji. In the world, everything is controlled by this finger. This finger is the way of heaven. What can you do?

Split it open for me. Huanciao roared, no longer caring about the Buddha shovel on his body, the Taoist rhyme was flowing, and the divine energy was stirring.

The red half-moon sword crown turned into a red light and struck towards Mo Wuji's finger, causing the heaven and earth to shatter. At the same moment, the Buddha shovel on Huantiao's body also erupted with terrifying rhymes, exploding blood mist from Huantiao's wounds, and Huantiao's injuries became more serious. Huanciao was a saint, and he coughed out several arrows of light yellow blood.

Before Huan Tiao could recover, Meng Ye's Buddha dust formed a vast world. This world was like a shackle, locking Huan Tiao in it.

Meng also saw that Mo Wuji's attack ability was astonishing and terrifying. He was rich in experience and simply used auxiliary magical powers to help Mo Wuji.

Naturally, Mo Wuji would not miss this opportunity. After the second finger was broken, the third finger of the Seven Realms Finger pointed at Huantiao as if it was coming from the sky.

Huan Tiao's heart sank. He knew that he had to leave before the world closed under Meng Ye's shackles. Otherwise, he might really suffer a loss here. This little Heshen ant's magical powers are really terrifying. This is the most powerful Heshen cultivator he has seen since his debut.

Even when he was in Heshen, he was far inferior to the ant in front of him.

It was really depressing. He looked like a saint, but he was severely injured by a few ants and even wanted to run away.

Huanciao knew clearly that this was not because of Meng Ye's strength, but because this guy with only Heshen was too strong. This guy's Seven Realms Fingers are simply designed to suppress him. If this guy is allowed to grow up, it will be a very scary thing. There must be a big secret in this ant, but it's a pity that he doesn't have the ability to uncover this secret. Now he doesn't dare to stay here and fight, because he still has a Buddha shovel on him.

Once he goes all out, he will be in trouble. But if he wants to leave, no one can stop him.

Just as Meng Ye expected, the eight-level trapped-killing divine formation had a very limited blocking effect on Huanti. Huanwei spread out his body and raised his hand to grab it. Meng Ye's eighth-level trapped-killing divine formation was torn open. crack.

Huan Tiao rushed out of Meng Ye's eighth-level trapped killing formation. Jie Heng in the distance breathed a sigh of relief. He saw that Huan Tiao was not rushing towards him.

As soon as Huan Tiao rushed out of Meng Ye's eighth-level trapped killing formation, his whole body felt cold, and a sense of oppression and killing in the space swept over him.

No, there is a seven-level trap-killing divine formation arranged by void formations here.

Huan Tiao suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. Even though the seventh-level trapped killing formation was nothing in his eyes, he had a bad feeling.

Huan Tiao didn't dare to stay for even a moment. He found the base of Mo Wuji's Void Entrapment and Killing Formation in the blink of an eye. With a flash of his body, he rushed towards Jie Heng's position.

(That’s it for today’s update, good night, friends!)