MTL - World of Cultivation-~ Section 841 Destruction

The elders are not ready to wait any longer. Mo Yunhai's strength makes him move, although their reckless burning will make them scream, but they can bring him a lot of trouble before they die.

The momentum of each of them burns and cannot be ignored.

Some of these people have never heard of names. In fact, before today, it was the flow of Zuo Mowei's victory. In his heart, he was a little contemptuous.

However, now all the contempt has vanished, and everyone in front of them is an opponent worthy of respect.

If you die for your faith, you can die for it!

The elders are light, the momentum is constantly rising, the dark clouds are re-collecting, the thunder rolling, the ground trembles and trembles, and the shocking cracks, like horrible wounds, continue to expand.

The ground shakes, the heavens and the earth change!

The entire central land was in his grasp, and the grass and trees here, one mountain and one stone, are the tools in his hands!

The elders in the air danced wildly, and countless lightnings swam around him like silver snakes. The skinny figure was like a god, not angry, and suffocating, like a raging raging wave, hitting everything, the world Shake for it!

"everything is over!"

The elders whispered softly, like sighing, like feelings, and he decided to completely destroy this world!

After today, there will be no more Central Plains!

The cracks on the ground continue to expand, and the red lava is like the blood of the earth, constantly splashing out.

Rumble!

The stout lightning struck the sky, and then fell from the sky, falling into the hot lava, and suddenly ignited a sea of ​​fire.

The scene in front of you is like the end of the day. The people of the Central Plains have been in chaos at this time. The fear spreads rapidly among the crowds. Despair comes to their faces. The sky is constantly dyed into a demon red by the lava erupting from the ground. Unresistable lightning, destroying all vitality.

All the transmission arrays have failed, and there is a powerful force that isolates the entire world from the outside world.

The elders looked at everything that happened here with no expression.

The earth's heart has already been blasted by him. After five more hours, the central soil will collapse and annihilate, and everyone in this world will follow it.

time to go!

Stepping into the realm of God, he can survive in the endless void. He used the **** pattern to seal up the central soil, and completely detonated the original soil of the central soil. When the other party reached the level of the **** level, it was possible to break through the imprisonment. Otherwise, you must not escape this world. They only have one fate, and that is to annihilate along with the Central Plains.

This method was not created by him. In ancient times, the means of sequestering the enemy in one world was often used to deal with non-god-level masters. There is another great thing about this technique. Even if the other party can break through the imprisonment, it will be swallowed up by the endless void.

Non-God-level powerhouses cannot survive in the endless void.

Even if these people burn, they can't reach the **** level.

The elders are proficient in the array, and he has left his mark on Tianhuan. As long as he breaks into the endless void, he can quickly return to Tianhuan.

He did not look for those disciples. He was disappointed with the disciples. If they had a teenager like Mo Yunhai, he would have some hope.

As long as he lives, five thousand years, enough for him to reshape the soul of the ring.

For the first time in a thousand years, the world that was erased by the strong, out of his hand, did not know how people would write themselves in the future. However, what does it matter? As long as he is there, the Tianhuan will only become stronger and stronger, and history will always be written by the winner.

History is in his hands!

"Old man, do you think you have escaped?"

A sound that seemed to squeeze out of the teeth interrupted his thoughts.

The elders looked up and saw a pair of eyes burning like flames. Among the two flames, he saw that he was not convinced, hehe!

The elders frowned slightly, and the left eye was unusually glaring.

Zuo Mo endured the bitter pain, the source of the sun seeds in his body. These extremely high temperature solar sources contain the most powerful power of the sun. Even if it is just a sun seed, its power is not tolerable.

Even in the Sun tribe, no one has ever dared to use it like this.

The god-level powerhouse of the Sun tribe looks for the nascent sun in the void and seals it into a solar seed. Sun seed crystals are regarded as the inheritance of the Sun tribes, passed down from generation to generation, and dozens of generations of inheritors draw strength from them.

No one has ever dared to break the sun seeds.

Zuo Mo feels like a flame, every inch of skin is burning.

Fortunately, the pain caused him to be a little more sober, so that he can focus more on the elders. The body is constantly blazing with blazing golden flames, and the big elders in the field of vision are distorted, but with unprecedented concentration, he can clearly lock each other!

Want to go?

Zuo Mo licked his teeth, did not know whether it was pain or disdain, his body shape disappeared in the air.

In the eyes of the elders, a group of cold awns, a **** pattern, appeared on his side without warning.

boom!

A faint flame of fierceness slammed into the gods.

The gods broke down.

The elders leaped into the corner of their eyes, followed by a golden fire, and slammed into his waist!

The figure of the elders slowly disappears like a water pattern.

Left Mo this punch, hit in the empty space!

The figure of the elders appeared in the sky behind Zou Mo, and he screamed at the left.

Boom!

The flash of lightning in the clouds madly slammed to the left.

Dozens of stout lightnings come together to form a strange and horrific lightning bolt that accurately hits the left.

The golden flame of Zuo Mo’s body splashed.

If you don’t feel left, you will come back again.

However, at this time, Zuo Mo has already killed his eyes. His consciousness was originally blurred by the sun's origin. He seems to be struggling in the boundless sea of ​​fire. There is only one thought in his groggy mind.

Kill the old man!

Kill this **** old man!

Zuo Mo’s eyes are burning, and the golden flames are inflated. He turned his face slyly, the face of the flames was not in the slightest feelings, the right hand was like a heavy axe, and the whole figure was bent like a bow, slamming!

In the flame, a sun **** axe spurred out.

The elders raised a sense of danger in their hearts, their eyes glimpsed, and they did not see any movements. A **** pattern appeared in front of him, just stopping the route of the axe.

call!

The sun **** axe in the air suddenly turned into countless sacred axe, dense and dense, covering the sky, the number is no less than tens of thousands!

Every sun axe is burning with a golden flame, dragging a long golden fire tail, like a spectacular and magnificent meteor shower!

Although the other side's move is awesome, the elders are not afraid, and they scream, and the **** in front of them grows wildly around!

In the blink of an eye, the gods grow into a giant net that is more than fifty miles long.

The sun **** axe falls on the gods like rain.

The gods trembled with tens of thousands of flames hanging on them, burning constantly.

Left Mo sees the attack blocked, a roar, an orange sun axe appears in his hand, slamming again!

call!

The orange sun **** axe is exquisitely exquisite, the axe is covered with dense sun patterns, only the axe blade, swallowing a golden flame.

Such a delicate and solid sun axe is definitely the strongest axe in the history of the left.

It is like a red-hot soldering iron, and instantly penetrates the sky of the giant silk net.

The elder's face changed slightly, reaching out to the sun **** axe flying. A **** pattern is formed in an instant, and then, a black slit is split in the center of the god, and the slit is rapidly enlarged.

Like a dark mouth, swallowed this sun axe.

Endless void!

Compared with the virtual day that summoned the endless void before, the great elders at this time did not know how many times stronger, and the hand-to-hands came, and the endless void was used by him to be wonderful.

The elders are slightly loose, and the power in Zuo Mo’s body is tyrannical, but he obviously will not use it, and he will not be able to exert the true power of these forces.

However, at this time, a fierce and fierce sword was heard, and suddenly it sounded from behind the elders.

The elders are dignified!

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The squirming blood, like the water of the sand, quickly penetrates into the body of Wei Sheng. Wei Sheng's eyes are closed, and the firm face is not normal pale. Even in a coma, his body is as straight as a sword.

The pale hands and hands are back, each has an ancient blood word, the left hand "God", the right hand "弑", together, it is the word "弑神"!

The blood sword in his hand is surprisingly clear, and there is no blood on it. It is as clean as it has just been wiped.

There is no trace of blood.

Wei Sheng’s body in a coma suddenly trembled.

He slowly opened his eyes.

The eyes that were originally like blood-stained glass, the blood color faded, and the ethereal and translucent, but the coix seed became a delicate blood sword.

Double eyes and double swords!

He floated in the air, and the magma that had been rising from the ground seemed to be pressed down by an invisible hand.

The sword in his hand trembled.

Severe bloodthirsty swordsmanship, the whole world!

The heart-rending ancient wildness is full of **** smell, like a flood, slamming into the surroundings.

In the air, Wei Sheng was indifferent to the cold. His eyes fell on the elders. The **** sword in his eyes flashed the demon's luster. Wei Sheng's mouth was filled with a cruel and cold smile.

"The taste of God..."

The tone of speech is full of temper, just like changing someone. The voice did not fall, and his figure disappeared in the air.

The next moment, he appeared in the air.

The sky behind him seems to be red with blood, and the sword is trembled. The sword is like a **** waterfall that hangs down, and it slams down!

Tens of millions of Senran swords have completely covered the elders!

The elders only felt that the whole body was tight, and the whole body was shrouded in a slight tingling sensation. He has a glimpse of tens of millions of small swords, but there is no leak!

All the swords, the goal is him!

A strong sword!

In the distance, Lin Qian’s eyes lurked in the darkness, flashing a cold awn, and the right hand clenching the hilt shivered.

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