Chapter 50 Soft

In the face of the siege of two real masters, Ouyang Minghua and Deng Yue, Mo Zhilan also changed slightly. He never thought that Deng Yue would recognize his disguise. And his name is still on the must-kill list of the Great Black God Religion.

"Deng Yue, aren't you afraid that Ouyang Minghua will take the opportunity to kill you!" Mo Zhilan asked loudly. Every word contains strong spiritual power, which affects other people's minds.

"If Brother Deng can hide it for me, why should I, Ouyang Minghua, deal with Brother Deng? I also swear to God that if you violate this oath, people and gods will be killed together.

These two people are old fox-like characters. Although they have grudges with each other, they do not show it for a while. On the contrary, as before, he joined hands to besiege Mo Zhilan.

However, both of them used their magic power, and both of them kept their backs, afraid that the other party would sneak up. Because of this, although Mo Zhilan was shrouded in boundless pressure, he still operated freely and was not oppressed to the limit.

"Brother Ouyang, if we two masters of the true spirit realm can't even kill a person in the mana realm, we will lose face in the future, so we don't have to fool around."

The two of them deliberately pretended to be exhausted through divine communication. When Mo Zhilan felt that the pressure was greatly reduced and he suddenly relaxed, the two of them suddenly exerted ten mana and took action violently.

"Kill!"

The two masters of the real atmosphere are desperate to take action at the same time.

Deng Yue opened his mouth and spit out, and countless yellow clouds rolled out, covering the sky and the sun, just like a sandstorm. This magic power is called the Wutu sand storm secret, a great earth power. In the yellow clouds, every grain of gravel contains a thick mountain-like atmosphere. Yellow clouds are shrouded, which can raze a city to the ground in an instant.

And Ouyang Minghua's action was even more powerful, and the six-pointed treasure wheel instantly became bigger, just like a house burning flames. Press down on Mo Zhilan's head. The blazing breath is full of the power of boiling the sea.

"Burning Sun Wheel!"

When King Antu saw this magic power, his eyes almost fell from his eyes. This is a great magic power differentiated by the Great Burning Heavenly Art. The attack power is very strong, which is comparable to the supreme magic power. Use the funeral immortals to pierce the yellow cloud and use the burning skeleton shield to resist the burning sun wheel.

There is still one chance left to use the Huntian Skull Shield that Mo Zhilan got from the disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect. If you want to use it, you have to use all kinds of panacea to boil it into juice to soak the Huntian Skull Shield. Put it under the sun and the moon, absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, and you can regain your vitality over time. Continue to use it.

"Huh? Break my magic power!" Deng Yue's face changed. He saw a black light tear from it, and a gap was torn out of the yellow cloud for several miles. In the blink of an eye, Mo Zhilan's body disappeared from it.

"You can escape!" Seeing that Mo Zhilan's figure was as fast as lightning, he was about to escape. Ouyang Minghua urged the burning sun wheel, and pressed down the fire-burning treasure wheel made a loud noise, holding the momentum of heaven and earth to overwhelm Mo Zhilan on the burning island.

"I don't know, is Mo Zhilan dead?" After Deng Yue restrained his mana, he asked. However, he is not as close as Ouyang Minghua, but concentrates on it and reaches the extreme. Within a dozen miles, a flying insect can't hide it from his eyes and ears. As long as Ouyang Minghua kills, he will run away immediately.

"Of course he died. My burning sun wheel evolved from the ancient road. There is the power to boil the sea and raise fire to burn the sky. He is a small mana monk, how can he resist? Now, I'm afraid it has been burned to ashes, and the bones are empty. While Ouyang Minghua spoke, he took back the six-pointed treasure wheel and put away all the flames on the whole island. He slowly fell to the island and picked up the funeral fairy that Mo Zhilan had just fallen.

"Brother Deng, if you kill Mo Zhilan, you can get a unique treasure and supreme magic reward. This funeral fairy can't be a medium-grade magic weapon. You must not pay attention to it, so give it to me.

"Haha, that's it. It is already a great opportunity to kill Mo Zhilan. As for the elixir on his body, the magic weapon should naturally be given to Brother Ouyang. Deng Yue also fell on the island and walked towards the place where Mo Zhilan was bombarded by the six-pointed treasure wheel. At this moment, his face changed and he found that Mo Zhilan was safe and sound, looking at him unharmed.

"Deng Yue, Ouyang Minghua, do you think you two can kill me in this way? I have to say that you are so naive. Do you want to share my magic weapon? I want you to pay the price!"

When the two saw Mo Zhilan, who was still safe and sound, they didn't react for a moment. At this moment, Mo Zhilan suddenly urged the burial of immortal thorns.

Hearing the scream of "ah", the burial thorn was like an emergency, flying through, and penetrated Ouyang Minghua's body in an instant.

"Take advantage of your illness and kill you, Ouyang Minghua, die!" Mo Zhilan performed a burial thorn and succeeded in a sneak attack. Without hesitation, he instantly pulled the bow and arrow, used magic power to stimulate the soul-killing arrow and kill it.

Boom!

A thunderous sound resounded throughout the island, and a dark mushroom cloud rose up. On the surrounding sea, many fish and shrimp were shaken to death by this air wave and floated up.

"The universe cloth bag, sink to the bottom of the sea!" Ouyang Minghua was attacked by two strong attacks. He was really angry and realized that the situation was unfavorable. He immediately escaped and burned 100,000 elixir and injected it into the universe cloth bag.

However, how could Mo Zhilan let him escape safely?

"Primitive magic, freeze the void."

Before the Qiankun cloth bag was completely stimulated, Ouyang Minghua found that he was trapped in mercury. I can't exert my strength at all. At the same time, I am happy, angry, sad, sad, scared and frightened. All kinds of emotions poured into the arrays of the seven-killing monument, destroying the structure, and paralyzing one by one.

Seeing that the imprints in the whole Qiankun cloth bag were all corroded and erased, Mo Zhilan waved his hand and put all the Qiankun cloth bag and Ouyang Minghua into the seven killing tablets.

"Mo Zhilan, did you kill Ouyang Minghua!" These things happened very quickly. When Deng Yue came to his senses, he found that Ouyang Minghua had disappeared.

A master of true atmosphere was killed in an instant. This made Deng Yue feel boundless fear.

"Mo Zhilan, you and I have no grievances. If you let me go, I promise not to reveal your whereabouts." Deng Yue lowered his head and begged for mercy. While he spoke, he suddenly shot a walnut-sized projectile at Mo Zhilan.

"A Thunderbolt!"

Mo Zhilan shouted loudly and retreated quickly.

The Thunderbolt is a disposable item like the Six Desire Thunder, but the Thunderbolt is refined in a fairy way. Take nine days of thunder, the fire of nine earths, and refine it. As soon as it explodes, the power is boundless.

Boom!

With a huge explosion, Mo Zhilan's body flew out of the smoke and clouds.

The spiritual weapon clothes on his body were directly blown to pieces, and the blood-red bow were blown into two pieces.

"Cough... Well... Deng Yue, if I let you run away, I won't be Mo Zhilan!"

Mo Zhilan immediately used a big blood escape and sprayed it out in one bite, adding to the injury. He even felt a faint tendency of mana in his body to collapse.

"Just now, Perak almost blew up your mana, and you forced a big blood escape. If you can't kill Deng Yue with one blow, you have to leave immediately. Otherwise, your life will be in danger. King Andu whispered in Mo Zhilan's mind.

After the big blood escape, Mo Zhilan's escape speed increased instantly, faster than the sound. A bloody light caught up with Deng Yue in the blink of an eye.

"Burial fairy thorn, kill!" Mo Zhilan suddenly took action, and the wind was like an arrow, setting off waves on the sea. The sharp breath shook violently, and a black light drew out a hundred-foot long rainbow and stabbed out.

Puff!

The burial fairy thorn opened a round hole directly in Deng Yue's chest and killed him.

"Ingestion!" King Andi shouted and put Deng Yue's body into the seven-killing monument.

And Mo Zhilan found an island to sit down and recuperate. His current state is easy to be killed. Unlike inland overseas, there are many passages to the outside world, and there are many demons. In addition, the sea is vast and the islands are dense, and many of them are hiding overseas.

It can be said that the overseas pattern is extremely chaotic, and the fish and dragons are mixed. Even the disciples who have experienced overseas are extremely cautious and keep a low profile.

"This storage bag is for you. You can see if there are people in it." King Andu took out the storage bag from the seven kills tablet, and then refined the bodies of the two masters of true spirit.

Mo Zhilan took the storage bag. As soon as he opened it, he saw a fist coming out of it. He was seriously injured and relaxed his vigilance. Unexpectedly, he did not dodge and was directly stunned by this punch.

When he fainted, Mo Zhilan felt that his right hand seemed to catch something, soft.

(Wow, haha, it's on the new book list, although it's at the end. However, Xing Tian is very happy. There are two mores today, and there is a chapter in the evening. By the way, ask for some red tickets. I feel that the tickets are not good.)