I lead the villains to help justice in the world of cultivating immortals

The Eighth Prince looked at Mo Sheng who was standing opposite him.

There was a hint of evil at the corner of his mouth, "Finally let me catch it!"

"Should I call you Seventh Brother? Or should I call you a thief?"

The Eighth Prince still had bruises from Xi Yao's beating on his face.

Looks ridiculous.

Mo Sheng watched the Eighth Prince yelling towards him, kept silent, with an indifferent and arrogant expression.

"You haven't been seen by me yet!"

The only person in the audience who was threatening to him, or who he was somewhat afraid of was Nangong Yunche.

His own cultivation is still a little bit away from the stage of leaving the gods, but Nangong Yunche has already entered the stage of leaving the gods for a long time.

The eighth prince seemed to be stepped on and hurt his feet, covering his face that was kicked by Xi Yao at that time.

"But you are destined to be planted here today! Tell me! Where's your friend?!"

The eighth prince pointed at Mo Sheng arrogantly and arrogantly.

Mo Sheng's eyes saw that the Eighth Prince was pointing at himself and yelling, a surly smile appeared on his lips, and his tone was sharp and somewhat magnetic, "Your finger...you don't want it anymore, do you?"

The eighth prince looked at Mo Sheng, Mo Sheng had an arrogance on his face, his handsome eyes were bent, a strand of hair hung down slightly on his forehead, as if he didn't bother to talk to him, he was looking up at the cold moon sky to enjoy the scenery.

The eighth prince felt that Mo Sheng looked down on him at all, which made him very frustrated.

A punch to the cotton might be just that.

Powerless defeat.

You are excited to provoke others, but they don't take you seriously at all, and you are not even worthy of being their opponent...

Unworthy, this word... completely angered the Eighth Prince.

It seems that he is eager to prove his strength.

He bowed his head and took out his natal weapon, which was a long whip.

Although the people of the Wu tribe practice the art of witchcraft, some people will choose other weapons of their own destiny, and some people are unwilling to regard their Gu insects as their own destiny.

After all, if something happens to one's natal Gu worm, it will be a fatal blow to the cultivation base, or even fall on the spot.

Gu Shuo is a good example.

Different head.

Snapped--

It was majesticly pumped to the ground, and it was covered with the crackling thunder and lightning.

It should be a relatively well-known magic weapon. According to Mo Sheng's understanding, this Eighth Prince is not someone who possesses Lei Linggen.

He smiled frivolously, he looked like a libertine, looked at Mo Sheng's reaction with great interest, and did not meet Mo Sheng's sideways glance, he smiled even more arrogantly.

"You will pay for playing with me!"

Snapped--

The whip in his hand directly hit the soles of Mo Sheng's feet.

It is a signal.

A signal to inform one's own people to attack.

Then, except for Nangong Yunche who was watching from the wall, almost everyone surrounded Mo Sheng.

Zhang Yang's plan to devour Mo Sheng...

Mo Sheng's cultivation level is quite a temptation for the Wu people.

But the jade hanging on Mo Sheng's body made it impossible for anyone to see his cultivation. In the eyes of outsiders, Mo Sheng will definitely lose today.

Those present were the elite of the Eighth Prince. In order not to be ashamed, the Eighth Prince has not disturbed the Wu Clan Emperor Nangong Feng for the time being.

So... Except for Nangong Yunche, these little guys, Mo Sheng didn't think they were challenging at all.

And Mo Sheng was pulled to his feet by the whip, but he didn't move at all. In the thinking of those people, Mo Sheng was frightened out of his wits!

"Hahahaha! The Eighth Prince is scared to death!"

"That's right! So inconsiderate! Once the eighth prince's natal weapon is released, this man dare not even move!"

"I'm dying of laughter! How dare you trespass on the royal family with this little guts? You really are looking for death!"

"I'm afraid this person is a fool, right? Surrounded by so many people, he doesn't even know how to run~"

Mo Sheng laughed lightly when he heard the words, in his opinion, those ridicules will be their last words later, let them talk about it.

After all, after a while... you will shut up forever~

No?

He stood in place, the silvery white and red sun softened together to form a kind of warm light, hitting Mo Sheng's body, reflecting a thick ink.

Dim, like a shadow that cannot be dissipated.

The fingertips have been playing with the jade in the hand, obviously extremely calm.

Of course, hold your breath~

He had to let Xingli see how he killed himself~

Playing weak seems to be out of the question now!

He was testing Xingli's bottom line little by little, and he has slowly made progress, hasn't he?

Now at least Xingli doesn't have disgust in her eyes for her intimate behavior.

Judging from the narrow boundary, Mo Sheng has already been blocked in the narrow street in front of Qingyou Palace. From that narrow street, he can only see a long and narrow bottomless sky with a few stars floating, faint Beside the blood-red sun and the cold moonlight, people would not even notice it at a small glance.

But they are still reflected high on the clear and rich ink color...

A few bits and pieces... small but bright.

Mo Sheng looked at the faint light, and in those indifferent eyes, a deep and stubborn lake rippled little by little, and the waves were rough...

Time is up.

His inky black eyes swept away, and his half-step detachment cultivation suddenly appeared like a large shock wave.

With Mo Sheng as the center... spread out...

People with low cultivation levels can't even stand still.

Flying backwards, he was shocked by Mo Sheng's cultivation and landed on the low wall of the palace.

His calm eyes turned dark and obsessive, and he stared straight at the Eighth Prince who was still holding on to the spot, bloodthirsty and stubborn like a poppy, his cold hand pointed at the Eighth Prince accurately, without leaving a trace of emotion .

It's like treating a plaything... no, it's a dead thing!

The eighth prince felt a sudden chill, half a step away from his spiritual cultivation!

A full rank higher than himself.

What kind of gap is this?

Just like the Eighth Prince was still wasting away in kindergarten, Mo Sheng has already passed several levels and is preparing for the college entrance examination.

The eighth prince is in the Nascent Soul stage, and it is... the early stage of the Nascent Soul.

It's good enough to be able to stand still.

The Eighth Prince's expression was very ugly. He really underestimated Mo Sheng and overestimated himself.

There are really talented people everywhere.

Just like, there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky.

He still overestimated his identity and status.

That's right, if you don't have any skills, can you break through the layers of camouflage of the royal guards?

Huh~

It seems that he is still naive.

The Eighth Prince clenched his life in his hands, his pride as a prince did not allow him to back down.

Seeing Mo Sheng's cultivation, Nangong Yunche frowned slightly, with a little seriousness in his eyes, he only heard his clear, deep and gentle voice slowly open his lips, "Little Ba, get out of the way."

Xiao Ba should not be involved in this level of battle.

After all, he is the younger brother of his own mother and compatriots, so he should be more or less protective.

He looked at the silver flying blade in Mo Sheng's hand hovering in the palm of his hand.