Chapter 150 Weifeng

"Huh! Humph! A unique treasure dares to be fierce. Now I will take your magic weapon and let you collect it. Mo Zhilan's palm was grasped in the air, easy and freehand, and he couldn't see any effort.

Crackle!

I only heard that the gas layer outside the mythical beast sieve was broken. This unique treasure could not resist a capture by Mo Zhilan, and it was about to fall into Mo Zhilan's hands.

"Ten mythical beasts, integrated into one. The ancient beast king!"

Boom

The elder, known as Lin Tong, blushed and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

This ball of blood is golden, thick but not scattered, like gold liquid after smelting.

The blood was attached to the mythical beast sieve, and suddenly the golden light was boundless. Countless large arrays of floating in it appeared, and even Mo Zhilan saw the mythical beast relic rising from inside.

The mythical beast, the candle dragon, the phoenix... There are as many as eleven relics condensed after death. Each of these relics can become a top-quality treasure.

"It is rumored that Elder Lin Tong's mythical beast sieve is a broken Taoist weapon. It seems to be true."

"That's right. Now Elder Lin Tong has lost the lifespan of two Jiazi. Make the mythical beast sieve temporarily become a Taoist weapon. The magic weapon is unmatched.

"Although Namo Zhilan also has Taoist weapons, the level is too low, which is three levels different from Lin Tong elders. It's not one or two magic weapons that can make up for it.

"Mo Zhilan just cut the magic power of the Taixu Taoist Lord unexpectedly because he had a Taoist weapon in his hand. Now Elder Lin Tong also has a Taoist weapon in his hand, and he is dead "

"There is also a seven-kill monument in Mo Zhilan's hand, which is the best Taoist weapon of the ancient demon emperor. It can't be underestimated."

"The seven-kill monument is just a broken thing, and its power is not as good as a treasure. It takes hundreds of years for the ancient giant to recover from a new sacrifice. Do you think this Mo Zhilan is an eternal giant!"

.......

The disciples around who surrounded and suppressed Taishifeng communicated with each other one by one. No one takes Mo Zhilan seriously, as if he were a clown, an ant-like little man.

These words fell into Mo Zhilan's ears, making the sneer on his face stronger and stronger.

"I'm going to show you what real mana is boundless, and amazing magic..."

Seeing that the mythical beast sieve turned into a huge ancient beast king, Mo Zhilan was not afraid at all. His great mana power, in an instant, turned into a blood-red color, which was bloody and terrible.

When ordinary people see this bright red mysterious color, they will have nightmares at night.

" Shura's big handprint!"

This magic power is also the supreme magic power widely spread among the earth demons. Sikong Zhenwu has been practicing for a hundred years before practicing Xiaocheng. Now it has been stolen by Mo Zhilan.

With a press of this palm, it is the boundless blood spirit, and the sea of blood under the ground is overturned.

Boom!

As soon as the palm of the mountain fell, the virtual shadow of the beast king who had just condensed could not support it. The illusory body begins to crack and then breaks.

"It's not good!" Lin Tong's eyes protrude like a dead frog. He didn't expect that Mo Zhilan was so strong. Out of his mind, beyond everyone's expectation.

"Bry it up!"

The power of Mo Zhilan's 1.5 million fierce horses suddenly ended, and then it exploded in an instant. Suddenly, the sky collapsed, the ghost cried and howled in the void, and a drop of blood rain fell down.

The power of his Shura's big handprint actually communicated with the sea of blood under the ground and suppressed a person with the power of the sea of blood, a catty of magic weapon.

The beast king finally hissed sadly, and was completely patted into powder, completely disappeared, and never appeared in heaven and earth again.

Bum, bang, bang...

The eleven mythical beasts were broken one after another and turned into powder. Eleven pieces of relics comparable to the top-quality treasures were destroyed.

Lin Tong's heart is bleeding, not just him. In addition to the shock, the rest of the people watching the battle only had a deep pain.

At this moment, the mythical beast sieve also fell into Mo Zhilan's hands.

"Hey, Lin Tong, your magic weapon has been knocked down by me another level. I don't bother to sacrifice such stalls.

While talking, Mo Zhilan put the mythical beast sieve on his mouth, as if eating steamed buns, and bit it down.

click!

The top-quality treasure mythical beast sieve was directly bitten by Mo Zhilan. He fell into his mouth and chewed, turned into a strong light, entered his body, and was finally eaten.

That's right! Mo Zhilan ate the mythical beast that used to be a Taoist weapon, but now it has become a top-quality treasure.

Ordinary masters of the heavenly realm can only damage a top-quality treasure unless with the help of a unique treasure. But now Mo Zhilan has eaten the top-quality treasure with his bare hands.

I really ate it.

Many disciples rubbed their eyes, thinking that what they saw was an illusion. After finding out that it was true, they all retreated quickly and were scared to hide far away.

He couldn't even involuntarily tighten the storage bag on his body, for fear that Mo Zhilan would take all their magic weapons and eat them like a big meal.

This effect is exactly what Mo Zhilan wants. The more he made a big trouble, the more he had to return and established prestige, so as to save others from stirring up trouble.

"I didn't expect him to grow up to this extent." Although Chen Yuanyuan knew that Mo Zhilan was not simple, the golden scales were not in the pool.

But I didn't expect him to practice so fast, from entering the dragon and tiger to about a year now. Unexpectedly, from the eightfold divine brave realm of the flesh to the five-fold divine realm of divine power. It's unbelievable.

Moreover, Mo Zhilan's power now is comparable to Jindan and even higher than Jindan. Characters who have been able to compete with the magical power of the nine heaven and earth.

Chen Yuanyuan smiled at Mo Zhilan and left and returned to Ziyun Peak.

It's really not easy for her to intervene at this time, because the immortal monks who went to encircle and suppress Mo Zhilan are indeed dead, and the rest are fine.

The key is to be free in Tiangong and hold the country. Tianxuan and the three people from Longhu Mountain are troublesome. These three people are all giant disciples, and every death is a huge loss.

"You disciples attacked Taishifeng and ate the courage of the ambitious leopard. Now hand over the elixir and apologize, otherwise..." Mo Zhilan sneered twice, which was creepy.

It's like a huge demon god, looking down at everyone from the sky. When everyone came into contact with his eyes, they had a feeling of inner coldness.

In the presence, even Lin Tong, a master who has survived the great disaster, can't compete with Mo Zhilan, and the rest of the people are even more insignificant.

Tang Zhen, who had taken the lead in attacking Taishifeng, was already trembling and dared not speak.

"Huh? Since you don't hand it over obediently, I have to be rude!" Mo Zhilan's idea flashed, and his mind was like a sword, killing Tang Zhen with the power of thunder and lightning.

"Ah, break the sword!"

Some insightful disciples exclaimed. This broken-kill split-light sword is also a supreme magic power, and the idea flashes, which is thousands of swords.

All of them are real swordsmant, which is extremely terrible.

And there is no shadow coming and going. Unexpectedly, many immortal masters once drank hatred under this move.

In order to practice this broken sword, Sikong Zhenwu even condensed a unique Taoist weapon, the soul sword. Hidden in the idea, it is even more magical with the sky-breaking light sword.

Now, Mo Zhilan's soul sword is useless. The ordinary swordmang pierced Tang Zhen's treasure clothes, and several blood holes were pierced in his body.

With a "pop", he was thrown on top of Taishi Peak like a dead dog.

"Yang Yuan, you put away his storage bags." After Mo Zhilan finished speaking, he looked coldly at the remaining thirty-five magical disciples, as well as Elder Lin Tong of the Heavenly Criminal Court.

"If you don't hand over the elixir to compensate me, I will beat you into dead dogs and collect your storage bags. But you can rest assured that I'm very measured, and I can let you lie in ** for two or three years at most.

"Mo Zhilan, you are really entering the devil's way. You are crazy. No one can save you. Disciples, don't be afraid. Mo Zhilan can't turn the wind and waves in Longhu Mountain. Let's capture him down. Lin Tong roared and encouraged his disciples to fight back against Mo Zhilan.

Suddenly, the thirty-five magical masters seemed to have the backbone, condensing one heart, and took action in an instant.

They were reluctant to give the elixir to Mo Zhilan, but now Lin Tong said it and began to resist one after another.

"It's good that you dare to resist me! Very good!"

Mo Zhilan's breath is cold and magnificent. With a wave of fist, the powerful light and dark atmosphere continued to brew, and a chaotic feeling came out.

In the light and shadow of his fists, there was even a big Asura demon with white wings and black wings on his back.

Under the ground, the Shura of Jindanjing is called Da Asura, and a pair of wings grow behind Da Asura. These great Asuras were all killed by Sikong Zhenwu's magic power. He integrated these great Asuras into the Dharma of heaven and earth. Now it's all cheaper than Mo Zhilan.

The momentum rose to the sky, and the whole sky changed color.

It even shocked many elders in the sect.

"Light and dark, good and evil magic, such a fire is afraid that there will be thousands of years of painstaking practice. Is it possible that the master of the Yinshan Demon Kingdom attacked my Dragon and Tiger Mountain?"

"This humanitarian law is smart, but the power is much weaker. Let me have a look.

Suddenly, several breaths swept over as if they were nothing.

"Oh." The owner of these breaths let out an exclamation.

"This man, my disciple of Longhu Mountain, has actually practiced the magic of light and dark, good and evil, and the fire has reached such a deep level."

"This magic power is not cultivated by him. It seems to plunder others."

"This son has atmospheric transportation."

Just when these eternal giants are talking. Not far away, there are also a few people watching the situation here on Jianfeng.