God-level copy system

"Mo Prison Qiu, I don't recognize me, I don't know, can you recognize this trick?"

Wu Puppet snorted coldly, and slapped out with a palm.

"Throwing the palm of the mountain from the mountain!"

With one palm, it is as powerful as if a mountain is overturned.The momentum is rolling and endless.

Sensing this familiar attack and aura, Mo Prison Qiu quickly thought of something, and his face was full of disbelief.

"Wu Juekong, it's you, how is it possible?!"

Wu Juekong is the original name of Wu Puppet.

It was only because he needed to go undercover and infiltrate into the Yuan Lingzong that he changed to Wu Juechen.

Demon Prison Qiu was shocked, and he couldn't believe it. When his former enemy reappeared, he had reached the peak of the imperial rank.

On the same level as his uncle Mo Ying.

Last time, the change of Moyuan City, wasn't it still the seventh level of Emperor Martial Realm, the same realm as him?

How long has it been since then, and he has reached the peak of the imperial rank?

The speed of this entry is too amazing.

This is not the Void Martial Realm, the King Martial Realm.

It's the Emperor Martial Realm, which is currently the highest state in the mainland, and it's still the late stage of the Emperor Martial Realm.

Entering the country with such a cultivation base is unimaginable in Dongyuan Continent.

Now, it has truly appeared.

But Mo Prison Qiu didn't have time to think so much.

Because, the mountain-like palm print that the martial puppet took came down.

The same martial arts offensive, with the improvement of cultivation base, the power also skyrocketed.

In the past, he could easily take over.

But at this moment, it gave him a great sense of oppression.

"Devil Prison Breaker Fist!"

Mo Prison Qiu hastily punched out, right up.

The fist print is pitch black, devouring the light, and extremely heavy.

Both sides collide.

Unexpected.

The black fist print was shattered inch by inch.

The mountain-like palm prints trembled slightly, without much damage.

Continue to drop towards the Devil Prison Hill.

boom!

A bang.

Demon Prison Qiu was shot flying out like rubbish.

When he stopped, his body was already covered in blood, and his breath had weakened by half.

Wu Puppet's palm had already severely injured him.

This is the gap between the peak emperor level and the seventh level of the emperor martial state.

At the imperial level, in the Eastern Yuan Continent, there are very few people who can leapfrog to fight.

The difference between each layer is huge.

"Wu Juekong, you are so strong?! Have you really reached the peak of the emperor level?!"

Mo Prison Qiu kept vomiting blood, and there were severe pains all over his body.

At this moment, he is sure that this former opponent is really at the peak of the imperial level.

"My uncle won't let you go!"

Mo Prison Qiu knew the grievances between the two sides, and Wu Puppet would definitely not be able to bypass him.

In front of a peak emperor, it is impossible to escape.

He is still seriously injured.

All he could do was utter harsh words, and he only wanted a quick death.

"It's not that easy to die quickly!"

Wu Puppet showed a hint of ferocity.

Another slap, knocking Demon Prison Qiu off the ground.

Abolish its dantian and limbs.

A trace of Dan Yuan was poured in, and it wriggled like a worm.

Repeatedly torture each other.

He is not easy to get along with, and he will not easily let go of his former enemy.

"Wu Juekong, you must die!"

"Ahhh~"

The Demon Prison Qiu was in the pit, rolling and screaming.

Wu Puppet's expression was cold and he didn't pay any attention to it.

His dantian was abolished, and his cultivation base was gone.

Limbs were broken and unable to walk.

It is impossible to escape.

He also wanted to find other people who had persecuted him.

Those people's cultivation is not low.

However, he is not the same person he used to be now, enough to deal with it.

If possible, he still wants to take advantage of the situation to get rid of Moying, who is the strongest.

On the field, seven peak emperors each have their own battlefields.

The martial puppet shuttled through it, beheading high-ranking Moyunzong late-stage emperors one by one.

Although he didn't participate in the battle at the peak of the imperial level, it can be regarded as a lot of meritorious service.

With Lin Xuan's hatred for Moyuan Temple, no Moyunzong warrior would let it go.

He certainly won't show mercy.

For these former fellow sects, they all slapped down with one palm after another.

He still knows how his body, his cultivation and strength far surpassed that of the past, which was almost unimaginable before.

I know how to do it myself.

In mid-air and on the ground, those fighting fiercely are warriors below the emperor level, at the king martial level, at the virtual martial level, and at lower levels.

For the warriors of the six major forces at these levels, as long as they are not involved in high-level combat areas.

This time, it is a great opportunity.

There are not many warriors at the same level of Moyunzong, even if they are stronger than the same level, it is difficult to have more than one enemy.

What's more, it is to carry out a large-scale mopping up of Moyunzong warriors who have a higher level of cultivation than themselves.

Then lick the bag, the harvest is rich.

The danger is small, the reward is large, and revenge is possible.

Where can such a good thing be encountered before.

They are all working hard and fighting crazily.

In this piece of heaven and earth, there is a fierce battle going on.

At every moment, many warriors died.

There were screams, roars, metal collisions, and explosions.

It's like a meat grinder.

But Lin Xuan, who was the instigator, didn't pay much attention.

Reach out.

A palm in the core area of ​​Moyunzong shot towards Lin Xuan.

It was the palm of Mo Yuhe.

On top of it, there is also its storage ring.

Before getting close to Lin Xuan, the palm of his hand was annihilated by an invisible force, leaving only the washed storage ring.

It fell into Lin Xuan's hands.

Mo Yuhe is the great elder of Moyun Sect, with a peak imperial cultivation.

There must be a lot of savings in his storage ring.

Lin Xuan would not let it go.

Enter a touch of Reiki.

Suddenly, a vast space appeared in sight.

Among them, a large number of treasures are piled up in different categories.

A sparkling gem of the highest quality.

A dark, solid ore of various colours.

There are also a lot of elixir, bottles and jars of pills.

Martial arts cheats, spiritual weapons and so on.

Each of them exudes a decent power.

Obviously, at the very least, they are all imperial treasures.

That's right, Mo Yuhe, who is the pinnacle of the emperor's rank, doesn't like it even if he doesn't reach the emperor's rank.

Lin Xuan glanced over, showing a hint of a smile.

Among them, there are thousands of top-grade spirit stones.

There are also many high-grade ores, elixir, medicinal materials, spiritual weapons and so on.

The sum of these is not inferior to Yuan Lingzi, the only ancestor of Yuan Lingzong.

A little too much.

And Mo Yuhe is not the person with the highest cultivation level of Mo Yunzong.

On top of that, at least there is a demon to win the suzerain.

This is the difference between the two cases.

It may also be that due to the expansion and plunder of the Moyun Sect during this period, the savings of the Great Elder have soared.

In any case, these are now their own.

Most of the others, Lin Xuan didn't think much of them.

But these top-quality spirit stones can provide him with all-out cultivation for a while and improve his cultivation level.

With his aptitude, there are also major mysteries, the emperor-level spiritual weapon Nirvana Sword, and so on.

The improvement of cultivation represents a great leap in strength.