184 like a dragon

184 like a dragon and a dog

Mo Jian and Ye Lanxin stayed in the whirlpool of time and space for a long time and made great progress. Waiting for a group of people outside, coupled with Ying Wuren and others secretly made a plan, before and after, it was only less than half an hour.

The time and space vortex is always mysterious and immeasurable. It involves not only good luck, but also fate and luck. Rumor has it that even in the upper plane, no one can understand its mystery.

Under the tree of chaos, the lion and tiger unicorn quietly squatted, and their huge eyes flashed from time to time, looking at the surrounding practitioners and the Yasha clan. Far from it, the two emperors, congenital and chaotic, stood quietly. On the faces of the two strong men, they were calm and seemed to be waiting, but there was no anxiety.

Du Rulong holds the eighth-order soul weapon Xumi Sword in his hand. His strong body is like a mountain, and his breath is as calm as a mountain, and his momentum is like a rainbow.

He has been waiting!

No matter how mysterious the time and space whirlpool is, it is impossible for a soul to get in for a while and become the soul emperor. As long as they wait nearby, they will always come out of it.

At that time, it will be Mo Jian's death!

Du Rulong will take all the treasures on his body and even all the feelings in the whirlpool of time and space for himself. Similar to the innate white bone refining magic skills, there is not only Goujiahui in the world.

should be speechless and very excited. He suddenly had a great ideal of himself, which he had pursued for a long time, which was extremely difficult, and now he is about to achieve. He could almost predict the wonderful scene when the ninth-level peak soul beast, the powerful enlightened beast king, really attacked with all his strength, Mo Jian fell on the spot.

At this time, under the heart of chaos, there is an eye of chaos.

Under the eyes of chaos, there is a tree of chaos.

Under the tree of chaos, there are tens of thousands of practitioners and nightsha with ghosts.

However, no one noticed that a sea Yecha with fierce eyes hid in the dense Yecha ethnic group and clearly had a great plan.

"Rumble..."

A sudden loud sound is like a landslide, suddenly piercing the surrounding cohesion. Everyone looked together and saw that there was another whirlpool in the place where the previous time and space vortex appeared, spinning rapidly and getting bigger and bigger. Instead, he saw the expressionless teenager and the beautiful woman slowly appeared.

The magnificent energy scattered from the time and space whirlpool made Du Rulong, who pretended to be cool with Xumi's sword, step back dozens of steps and sat on the ground, a little embarrassed.

When the whirlpool completely dissipated, Mo Jian and Ye Lanxin also completely fell to the ground.

Everyone's eyes converged on the two people.

"Mo Jian is really lucky. Before he entered, he only had the first-order cultivation of the soul, and now he has reached the ninth stage of the soul king, and he can attack the soul saint at any time!"

"The most horrible thing is Ye Lanxin! She used to be a soul saint, but now she has become the soul emperor! This is incredible! Ye Lanxin's cultivation has improved much more than Mo Jian!"

"The whirlpool of time and space... Is it really so mysterious?"

"Didn't you just go in without saying a word? His cultivation has not been promoted as much as these two people at all!"

For a while, all kinds of discussions spread, and everyone was shocked, angry and envious. I don't know how many people secretly greeted the 18 generations of Mo Jian's ancestors. Son of a bitch, why didn't I have such an encounter? As for Ye Lanxin, it is naturally more likely to be ** in her heart. Many male practitioners are thinking that this ** looks really exciting. If it can be pressed under her body and fucked hard, it will be worth dying!

"Ye Lanxin is not a virgin!"

I don't know who suddenly said this. Instead, the crowd began to talk again.

"Not bad! Before entering the whirlpool of time and space, Ye Lan's heart was clearly still a virgin!"

"The virgin's body is not lost in the whirlpool of time and space!"

"Ah! It's Mo Jian... Mo Jian and Ye Lanxin did something in the whirlpool of time and space. When others encounter such a good cultivation opportunity, they practice desperately. They are actually still in the mood to do this kind of thing. Two strange, adulterous husbands and women!"

"Ye Lanxin has been married to Mo Jian for a long time. I heard clearly what she said before about marrying me as a wife!"

All kinds of discussions, all kinds of speculations, and even some despicable people are imagining details, and even Mo Jian can't listen to them.

Ye Lan's heart was calm, and there was no displeasure on her face.

Mo Jian keenly found that the little girl was clearly exploring his body coldly with extremely murderous eyes, and he couldn't wait to take off eight pieces. Mo Jian was secretly angry.

Although the innate emperor and others did not speak, they all observed Mo Jian, but ignored Ye Lanxin beside them.

Seeing that Mo Jian escaped from death with the whirlpool of time and space, now that he has come out and made great progress, Du Rulong is furious. His body flashed and fell three meters away from them. He said coldly, "Your Excellency the mythical beast said that our battle is not over. We have to wait until you come out before judging. Mo Jian, you just narrowly escaped. This time, Du Rulong, want to see what other means you have! Even if Ye Lan's heart reaches the cultivation of the Soul Emperor, she can't help my Xumi Sword!"

The color of the black Xumi Sword is somewhat similar to Mo Jian's black-horned bow.

has not been stimulated yet. This eighth-order soul weapon has swallowed huge energy and power.

Ye Lan said lightly, "Du Rulong, you are wrong! Now you are not my opponent at all! I can easily kill you ten times! However, this time I won't help Mo Jian anymore. If you really have the ability, you can kill him, and I don't care!"

She made great progress and knew her identity as the daughter of the White Emperor, so she didn't care about what the innate emperor said that she had to rely on Mo Jian to make progress. How can the daughter of the White Emperor, the successor of the White Emperor's Taoism, have insufficient luck and not have deep blessings?

I don't know why Ye Lanxin's heart is very disgusted with Mo Jian.

"Real?" Du Rulong was slightly stunned.

Ye Lanxin sneered and looked at Mo Jian with meaningful eyes. Her delicate body twisted, and she had already dodged away and landed behind the innate emperor.

This scene stunned everyone.

Even the two emperors, the innate and chaotic, looked at each other in surprise. Although Mo Jian is the ninth-level cultivation of the Soul King, how can he have Du Rulong, who has the fourth level of the Soul Emperor and the eighth-order soul weapon?

Did Mo Jian really have a powerful means, or something else happened?

Mo Xiantian turned around and looked at Ye Lanxin. His eyes, which had been calm for many years, were actually a little angry and dissatisfied.

Ye Lan was shocked. Suddenly realized that in the mind of the master, Mo Jian seemed to be much more important than himself. And I was so angry for a moment that I was in danger, which made the master who I had always respected and ignited the real fire.

"Haha... It seems that Mo Jian and Ye Lanxin have a conflict!"

"Did Mo Jian seduce Ye Lanxin? Otherwise, how could Ye Lanxin abandon him? Well, this may be big!" Someone shouted evilly.

Everyone thinks that Mo Jian is dead!

A thousand soul saints can't deal with a soul emperor who practices ninth-order soul skills with eighth-order soul weapons.

Du Rulong smiled ferociously and roared, "Haha... Mo Jian, even Ye Lanxin has given up on you! Then, you can die at the hands of someone else!"

In a word, Xumi's sword was understated, and a black attack wave, like heavy snow, swarmed in.

"Is that all? It's still far away!" Mo Jian did not panic and stretched out his finger gently. The white emperor's ten strategies of crossing the disaster shot out a magnificent beam of light, and the sky was suddenly illuminated by the scorching sun.

The Qing Emperor's ten strategies are the most powerful.

Otherwise, it can be used by any means without the help of the bow. Mo Jian practiced with the black-horn bow first, firstly, to be familiar with its luck, and secondly, to deal with the eye of the wheel.

In everyone's incredible eyes, the attack of the eighth-order soul weapon was actually resisted by Mo Jian!

Even if Du Rulong is too big, he definitely doesn't think that Mo Jian's dog shit can be killed by raising his hand. Xumi's sword hits casually, but it exerts less than 20% of the power. But to resist it, not to mention the soul king, even if it is a soul saint, it is impossible!

"Little Seven Star Array!"

How can Mo Jian, who has an extremely accurate grasp of the battle situation, miss such a precious opportunity?

His achievements in the formation are exactly the same as Ye Lanxin. The ten strategies have been familiar with it. No one can imagine that he has jumped to become a ninth-order array mage! Moreover, he is the ninth-order array mage who has the center of everything.

The only thing missing is the proficiency of the layout technique.

A small seven-star array of the first-order array has reached the point of turning decay into magic with Moraya's knowledge and superb array achievements.

Seven bright light, forming a small array. But Du Rulong, the fourth-order soul emperor, was suddenly stunned.

"The array of subduing demons! Ten dragons and ten elephants are trapped! Draw the ground to kill! One-yuan world protection array..."

Mo Jian's fingers clicked out quickly, and the arrays of large and small were arranged quickly. The grade was from the fifth level to the sixth level, and all the way to the ninth level!

Under the endless array, the powerful Du Rulong was trapped in it and couldn't find a way out for a while.

"Du Rulong, you are doomed!"

Mo Jian roared, and the black-horned bow burst out. For a while, with the ten tricks of Kegang, Yanghuayin, Dagong hammer, Daben thunder sword, the knife of suffering, the gun of judgment, the finger of disaster, the eye of Yiyuan, the bitter sea god fist, and the ten tricks of the end of the Dharma era, from the ten strategies of the Qing Emperor to the ten strategies of the White Emperor, he beat the falling dog and shot at Du Rulong fiercely.

Unfortunately, Mo Jian could not break the powerful defense of a fourth-order practitioner of the Soul Emperor for a while with two magical skills.

"Mo Jian...ah ah... you are looking for death! You are going to die! You must die in great pain to eliminate my hatred!"

Du Rulong, who was trapped to death like a headless fly, was simply crazy. Mo Jian's fierce attack, although he can't break his defense for the time being, according to this posture, it will always be broken.

The most annoying thing is that a soul king's ninth-level shit actually forced himself to this point.

In the battle, his eighth-order soul weapon only played with it, and it was over.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...

Mo Jian gritted his teeth and rumbled out a series of black arrows, and the tip of the arrow specifically greeted Du Rulong's eyes and throat. The scene of Qing Chan's death appeared in front of him again, so he shot more fiercely and fiercely.

Kill and kill!

Finally, in this era of the end of the method, Du Rulong's body made a crisp sound, and everyone was shocked to see that a protective cover like a light mask was clearly cracked.

"Du Rulong, go to hell!" Mo Jianhu roared and bombarded Du Rulong in three times in a row.

The first arrow broke Du Rulong's clothes.

The second arrow, Du Rulong, gushed blood from his chest.

The terrible power of the third arrow directly penetrated Du Rulong's chest.

Mo Jian rushed up like crazy and kicked Du Rulong in the mouth fiercely. More than a dozen teeth fell out of time. Another fierce foot, right in the middle of Du Rulong's crotch, a soft sound, Du Rulong's whole face has been distorted, but he can't make a sound. Another fierce knee bump, Du Rulong finally screamed out, and his whole body twisted into a ball.

"Dog! During this period of time, Mo Jian can't wait to kill you all the time! Today, I finally have a chance!" Mo Jian's face was red, roaring, and the crackling ear scrapers pulled down fiercely. Each one stimulated the soul power. For a moment, it was punching and kicking, so fierce.

Everyone only saw that the Du family, known as the best practitioners of the young generation, holding the eighth-order soul weapon, was really like a dead dog, with more gas, less gas in, rolling his eyes, his face full of blood, and a dead dog, and he couldn't be happy.