192 Qingdi's heavenly bow

192 Qingdi's sky bow

If there is someone around, you must clearly hear the sound of waves roaring from him in the continuous scene of Mo Jian's ninth level of the soul saint, which is very clear.

The advancement from the soul king to the soul saint, that is, the soul power in the divine sea, the transformation from the river to the sea. The sea is full of rivers, and the soul power has risen sharply, gathering thousands into one place to achieve the sea of soul power.

This sound of tidal waves and waves is generated when the soul power transforms like the sea. But it only happens in the body of the practitioners, and the sound is definitely impossible to reach the outside. Like Mo Jian, the sound is clearly leaked, which is naturally due to the extremely large and turbulent transformation of the sea of soul power. That is to say, Mo Jian's soul power in the realm of soul saint is far stronger than that of ordinary people.

His soul line has steadily reached 80 million!

And when the advanced soul master, Mo Jian was still racking his brains for the insufficient number of soul lines.

Advanced soul saint, the number of soul lines is not only sufficient, but also more than enough. For ordinary practitioners, the realm of soul saints needs to reach 60 million soul lines.

Mo Jian first practiced in the whirlpool of time and space, and got the second turn of Bixiao body and Mo Naye's knowledge. With the Yuanyin double cultivation of Ye Lan's heart, he laid a solid foundation in the realm of the soul king. At the time of advancement, 100,000 chaotic soul stones are used as the source of energy. Not only did it make him break through the Rasha plane in one fell swoop, but his cultivation also reached a new peak again!

"Now, the quality of my soul line... The power contained in each root is close to a thousand pounds! Although it can be used, it is still 30% of the previous one, but it is twice as good as before! The chaotic soul stone is a mysterious spirit that improves the quality of the soul line, which really lives up to its reputation!"

Running the soul power, familiar with the current cultivation situation, Mo Jian can't help but exclaiming.

His heart was already full of joy.

Since he approached the tree of chaos, he got such a great blessing and rose again. For a moment, I was full of confidence. He just improved his cultivation, and he didn't know how much time had passed and didn't dare to delay his efforts. The speed under his feet also accelerated a little and continued along the tree of chaos.

The three heavenly treasures are the tree of chaos, the eye of chaos and the heart of chaos. Among them, the heart of chaos is the core. Although he doesn't know the inside story, Mo Jian also wants to get it. As long as he gets the chaos, the rest of the two treasures are also in his bag.

The heart of chaos is spiritual.

The space-time whirlpool in the chaotic area of the plane appears because the heart of chaos has been shaken.

Mo Jian understands these inside things, but he doesn't know what he will encounter. If you want to get such a rare treasure as the three heavenly treasures, you must go through a test.

Mo Jian walked all the way, about ten miles away, and was secretly shocked by the height of the tree of chaos. Suddenly, there was a white light flashing in front of me, which was slightly strange, and my footsteps suddenly accelerated a little. I saw a huge eyeball appear in front of me, and I was stunned.

This is definitely an eyeball, a white eyeball, and a black pupil.

But this eyeball is too big!

It's like a sky!

This eyeball is like a huge mountain, blocking all the way forward. Obviously, if you want to move forward, you have to go through the eyeballs.

"This must be the eye of chaos! How can this go?

Such an idea flashed in my heart, and a majestic but dull voice came from the eyeball: "With the eyes of chaos, look at the sky of chaos, see the image of chaos, and destroy the heart of chaos!"

Mo Jian was stunned again. At the center of the chaotic eyeball, the black pupil slowly cracked a cave-like road. Obviously, he wanted to walk through this cave, and there must be endless illusions and heart demons.

Although he was not confident about whether his cultivation foundation was stable and whether he could control his demons, Mo Jian still bit his steel teeth, took a long breath, and dodged into the black channel, like a black hell.

The moment Mo Jian stepped into the black channel, his whole body suddenly became cold.

The next moment, he heard countless horrible voices, sharp and cruel, vicious and crazy, roaring in his ear.

seemed to be another moment. Mo Jian only felt that he was no longer in this world, but seemed to have traveled to another time and space.

Then, Mo Jian couldn't tell where he was, and even completely forgot who he was.

The horrible demons and illusions have not been stimulated and have been completely controlled by Mo Jian.

He can't imagine that the magic illusion in the eyes of chaos is so powerful.

Mo Jian's footsteps walked unconsciously, and then his mind was completely occupied by another person--

Blood converged into a small river and flowed down the cracks in the mountains and rocks, staining the originally fresh air with a strong smell of blood.

As far as the sight can see, the thick snow peak originally known as the Holy Mountain has been completely soaked in blood, and countless corpses lie on the peaks, turning this fairyland into a human purgatory.

On the top of the holy mountain, the magnificent young man stands proudly on the stone platform on the top of the mountain. There was a trace of blood red on the corners of the teenager's mouth, but the arrogance on his face remained unchanged. A pair of tiger eyes were full of connoyant, looking at the crowd around him.

Ten feet away, hundreds of men, women and young people gathered together with various weapons, different from the arrogance on men's faces, and these hundreds of people's faces were wary.

After a moment of confrontation, an old monk separated the crowd, looked directly at the man's eyes, stroked his beard and said, "Mo Jian, today you are the end of a strong crossbow. If you hand over the Qing Emperor's bow, we will leave you a whole body!"

Mo Jianhu looked at the old monk and touched a strange bow with a little mysterious in his backhand. Suddenly, everyone's eyes were attracted to the Qingdi's patching bow.

Because Qingdi made up Tiangong and Qingdi Daotong, Mo Jian experienced at least 13 waves of pursuit in just three months. More than 500 people died under him!

But this time, Mo Jian also knew in his heart that he could no longer escape.

Looking around at these famous families who chased him, Mo Jian showed a cold smile on his face.

"Old bald donkey, if you want a baby, come and get it yourself!"

The old monk was so angry that his face turned red, raised his long eyebrows, and shouted, "Everyone, since he is stubborn, we don't have to be polite!"

As soon as the words fell, someone jumped from the crowd and attacked Mo Jian first.

A touch of blood red flashed in Mo Jian's eyes, and a strong murderous spirit gushed out from the bottom of his heart.

Since it is difficult to escape death today, all people will come to the funeral!

With a loud shout, Mo Jian's golden dragon swam in the dark clouds gathered above his head, and several golden thunders split the clouds like life in the air and shot at himself like arrows!

Several people who attacked Mo Jian were so smart that they immediately stopped and jumped away when they saw the thunder in the sky. The other two idiots still remained on the offensive and were directly hit by the thunder. After a scream, they fell to the high platform and did not know whether to live or die.

When everyone saw this abnormal situation, although they were a little domineering, they never left because of the treasure they were about to win.

"Puff!"

Mo Jian was hit by a thunder, and a mouthful of blood spewed out, and the skin on the surface of his body was also burning because of the high temperature of the thunder. Without saying a word, he closed his eyes and silently endured the impact of the huge energy of thunder and lightning on his body.

Every golden thunder enters the body, Mo Jian's body seems to have been split by a huge axe, which is extremely painful, but at the same time, his combat power will be improved by a layer!

After all these golden thunders entered his body, Mo Jian suddenly opened his eyes, and the huge energy forced blood out of his facial features. He looked extremely frighten, but his eyes were full of ridicule.

At this time, the old monk realized something was wrong, but nothing could be changed!

"Hahaha!"

After a wild laugh, Mo Jian collided several strands of thunder and lightning forces in his body that had not been tamed. Suddenly, the unparalleled force shattered his body from the inside to the outside, and turned it into powder together with the Qing Emperor's bow.

This terrible and powerful force exploded and completely destroyed the objects within 100 meters near the stone platform. Those menaging people didn't even change even a scream...

"Get out!"

At this time, Mo Jian let out an angry roar.

In the magic illusion, he completely regarded the teenager who was hunted down on the Holy Mountain and was ready to die together as himself.

And originally, the teenager looked the same as himself.

At the most critical moment, a clear stream gushed out from the glazed leaves of Jiuque, which woke Mo Jian up in an instant. Only then did he realize the danger. If you can't get back to God, I'm afraid you will die in the magic illusion of your heart.

This sound burst, like a spring thunder on the tongue, and the surrounding illusion disappeared. Although all that just now only appeared in the illusion, it was not true. But Mo Jian's whole body was in pain everywhere, and his strength was greatly damaged and his vitality was greatly damaged. It was really like a ghost door closed.

The strange scene has just disappeared.

But there was a blazing fire in the whole channel.

Mo Jian gritted his teeth. He knows that everything he sees now, including what happens to him, is probably an illusion. There is an indescribable fear of the blazing fire. I just feel that as long as I get close, I will immediately turn into ashes.

In the battle between heaven and man, it seems that reason has once again gained the upper hand.

Mo Jian gritted his teeth, fiercely, and strode into the flames. In an instant, he felt that the flesh and blood on his body were burned out, his consciousness seemed to disappear, and the endless pain was immersed in his bone marrow like a tide...

I don't know how long it took in this mirror of life and death that a bright color finally appeared in front of me, and a simple big bow floated quietly.

Mo Jiandeng gave birth to infinite faith, and his exhausted body gushed out a force again. In the flames, I climbed forward one by one. I saw with my own eyes that my arms and my body were swallowed up by the flames again and again and turned into black ash.

I don't know how long it took, but Mo Jian clearly felt that his consciousness was going to be dizzy again.

Once you faint, you will be buried in the sea of fire.

"Big intake claws!"

Fighting for the last bit of residual wisdom, Mo Jian shouted in a low voice, grabbed his claws violently, and accurately grasped the Qing Emperor's patching bow.

Boom!

With a loud noise, everything around disappeared at this moment!