The Advent of the Infinite King

The same is true of Mo Yan.

He believed that if he dared to say no, that person would kill him without hesitation.

After contemplating for a moment, he was about to speak, but his face changed slightly, but he turned around and walked out, and the shadow disappeared.

Instead of leaving the stone palace, he left this area with great strength in an instant.

Mo Yu is a zither, and he immediately had a few funs. Although he has some confidence in himself, he can't be adventurous.It's just that soon, a trace of melancholy will appear on his face, and after secretly smiling bitterly, happiness will also be suppressed.

Everyone in the temple, after a brief shock, was also elated one after another.After all, it is a great torture to face such unfathomable horrors.

Mou Qingyun flashed, covered Mo Yu with icy eyes, and said in a icy voice: "How dare you divert water to the east and almost bring me a catastrophe, you should be killed!"

As soon as her foot moved, the atmosphere of terror broke out. Although it was only a step, it gave off an extremely dangerous impression. It was obvious that this person could do more than she could.

But before she had time to kill, Meng Tian stood up. "Sister Qingyun, this man did this to me, and he killed two of our uncles here. If I can't cut off his head, Hui people, I can't be responsible to my people. I'm going to kill killed him."

Qingyun frowned, then calmed down, "Brother Mengtian was seriously injured, so he should rest in peace, so as not to leave hidden dangers."

Meng Tian said slowly: "This is a deep hatred, and it hurts me not to be able to kill it.".

The two looked at each other, but neither of them took a step back.

At this time, Mo Yu smiled lightly, with a mocking look on his face, "Qingyuan, do you know why they wanted to kill me?"

He patted her on the shoulder and ruthlessly tore off their disguise, "That's because they know that I have a treasure on me, and that person is looking for me. If you can take me with you, or give it to Xiu in exchange for a Humanity, then killing me is the best way."

At this time, despite the ugly faces of Qi Yun and Meng Tian, ​​and the cold face of Mo Yu, "Only these two people are too proud of themselves, they are not qualified to kill me!"

Qingyuan waved his hand and backed away, Mo stepped forward, raised his hand, clenched his fist, and then fell down again.

Meng Tian's eyes shone with fear. "Do you want to die?"

He clapped his hands forward.

Even though he was seriously injured, he was still the son of the family, with only one-tenth of his strength, enough to smash the insect-like existence in front of him.

Since you came to me, I accept this gift!

Murderous intent flashed across Mo Yu's face, and he growled suddenly. A bright divine light exploded above his head.

A beast emerged from the bushes, snarling, climbed up, raised its arms as before, and fell forward.

Meng Tian's face changed, and there was a look of fear in his eyes.Moyu at this moment, to him, is like an ancient beast, and the atmosphere that shatters all terrors envelopes his entire soul.But now, it was too late to avoid it.

In an instant, they beat and slapped, and Meng Tian's entire arm twisted instantly, vomited blood, and threw his body into the air.I don't know if he was lucky, but he landed on the same stone chair again.

He was so badly wounded that he lost his resistance.Now the black light appeared again, binding him like a rope.Fear consumed him.

In the tragic howl, the inherited son of the Montanard family turned into a mummy at the speed of the naked eye.

The remaining monks, pale and shaking with fear, would mourn the death of their heir.

One of the Mongols yelled, "Kill him!"

"Revenge for Mr. Meng Tian!"

A dozen shadows and a bolt of lightning.

Mo Yu's expression was indifferent, he reached the sky in one step, like a tiger entering the sheep's mouth, after a few breaths, there was a corpse on the ground, and no one survived.

These people couldn't possibly hurt him, he knew it, and the dead knew it better.

But they still chose death because it was the only way their family could survive.

So language helps them.

There was blood everywhere, he stood quietly with a calm face, and an invisible majesty radiated from him.

Kane paled, "Who the hell are you?"

Meng Qianqing's eyes sparkled with strange light, and she suddenly opened her mouth, "Sister Qingyun, it seems that this is going to hell, and it's you and me who are lucky in the end."

Kane was taken aback.Then he remembered something and said, "It's you! It's you!"

Her eyes, they were burning.

950，做梦

The patriarch has ordered to capture Jianzong and kill him as his nine disciples.

With a nose shake, thirteen traditional sons enter hell, vying for the immeasurable nature!

Meng Qianqing's eyes were full of light, "It's a good way for a master of swordsmanship, if you don't attract Meng's attention, if you are seen through by divine eyes, you won't be able to see that you are hiding here."

His face...was heavy.

In a battle, the eight disciples of Leng Qianqiu, the ancestor of the Holy Family, the second step of Tiandao, lost when the powerful sword was defeated.

This alone is enough to prove the strength of the power!

Only at this moment, Meng Qianqing was no longer afraid in her heart, but poured out the thoughts of Tian Zhan.

If he can kill Mo Yu, it means that he has surpassed Leng Qianqiu now. When he is defeated, he will never forget it!

As she moved her footsteps, Meng Qianqing's eyes glowed with strange light, and she burst out instantly, "Everything in the world is illusory, only enter my dream, enter the dream and enter without waking up!"

His eyes burst out suddenly at this moment, dazzling light.