Chapter 122 Shock the audience

"Fengxian Land?" Yu Ning looked surprised.

But Wang Mo's eyes next to him spewed a flame, because he saw a familiar figure from the crane, a white-haired man!

He Yang!

Wang Mo gritted his teeth.

This person who used to want the other party's disadvantage comes again!

Ji——Ji——

A group of cranes roared in the sky, flapping their wings and looking down at the Fang family below. He Yang stood on the highest crane with cold eyes.

Wow, a gust of wind blew, and the crane He Yang was riding on fell down. He Yang stepped out of the step, and the strong wind swept over him, making his clothes hunt.

"What are you doing here?" Seeing He Yang falling, Wang Mo said rudely.

Wang Mo knows more or less about the purpose of He Yang's coming here, but since the blood appeared in the back mountain of the Fang family, he is the most part of the Fang family, and this matter must be dealt with by him and must not be allowed to be involved.

He Yang saw a familiar figure on it, but at that time, he didn't believe that the person in front of him was really the person who lost his face that day, so he didn't care, but when he fell down, he was shocked again. The man in front of him was clearly the character.

His face changed several times before he calmed down and said lightly, "Wang Mo, I didn't expect you to be alive."

"Ha ha, you're not dead. How dare I go?"

Wang Mo said with a smile. At this moment, He Yang's face suddenly changed, and there was a fierce look in his eyes. He stared at Wang Mo fiercely and said angrily, "Wang Mo, I didn't come here this time to chew my tongue with you, but..."

"I know, you're here to die!"

Wang Mo interrupted him and looked at him jokingly. He Yang was almost angry and spewed blood. What the guy in front of him said was too naive and ridiculous.

"FUCK!" He Yanggang didn't react, and the man behind him who looked like a younger brother shouted, raised a long sword in his hand and rushed to Wang Mo.

Rumbled, and his whole body burst out with bright silver light, which brightened the world, the magnificent vitality surged and boiled, and the horrible spiritual pressure spread away.

The space with a radius of hundreds of feet fluctuates violently, and even small space cracks appear.

"The seventh layer of the elixir, my God, that's the aura field stimulated by the seven-layer elixirs. If you accidentally enter it, it will be the end of being crushed!"

"That's right, that kind of aura pressure can crush any fine gold!"

Several disciples of the Fang family exclaimed, and some people had already retreated in fear. The owner of the Fang family has only had two layers of elixir so far. In the face of three-layer monks with elixirs who are one level higher than them, they are really irresistible.

"Cut the immortals with a sword!"

At the same time, the disciple roared and the sword suddenly split forward.

A long rainbow exploded and turned into hundreds of feet of sharp edges. It hit and banged. The surrounding space cracked again, and all the aura of heaven and earth seemed to have been cut off by this breath!

"Okay, kill him! Kill him, this person can only use the divine bow, but the current situation can't be solved by an arrow at all!"

The younger brother behind He Yang actually heard of Wang Mo. He got the Sea King's bow at a young age and defeated his brother with the word bow, which made him think about it. Many people actually have a psychological fear of Wang Mo.

So before learning the news of Wang Mo's disappearance, He Yang tried to crack the power of his divine bow. He thought of a way, which was to distract him with that scattered sword spirit.

Swish, several hundred-foot swords came from all directions and shrouded Wang Mo.

"Cousin Wang, it's dangerous!"

In the crowd, Fang Qing and Fang Cheng roared in unison. They were the people who cared most about Wang Mo except Fang Hong.

Time seems to stop at this moment. How horrible it is to make heaven and earth collapse and the void, especially the sword he used is, which is simply wonderful and integrates thousands of essences.

Looking at the sword light that came to his face, Wang Mo stood with his hands on his hands, standing still, and his face was calm. As soon as his eyes turned, he had a move and various magic formulas in his mind.

These spell formulas flew out and formed a volume of scriptures, on which six golden words "Qiankun Wuji Magic Secret" were written!

Looking at the mysterious secret of Xuanmen in his mind, a shallow smile appeared on the corners of Wang Mo's mouth.

"The universe is infinite, and the world is impermanent! This formula is one of the most powerful magic power in the world. Every move has the power of ghosts and gods. However, cultivating these requires the most basic use of a large amount of spiritual power. Once it is used, it requires a large amount of spiritual stones to supply the most aura. Because the aura on the yellow star is thin and the spiritual stone is precious, I have been refrigerating this magic formula. So, in your opinion, I'm just a lucky person with the sea king's bow. Oh - as long as you block my divine bow, everything will be fine?"

Wang Mo felt that the people in front of him were really clowns, which was ridiculous.

Just as these swords were about to approach him and kill him, Wang Mo's eyes suddenly widened, and a cold atmosphere burst out.

Boom!

A bright light bloomed on his body, as if countless gods and immortals gathered on him. As soon as he pinched his hands, a magic fingerprint was displayed by him.

"The first type of rebellion: the fists shake all directions!"

Bang!

Wang Mo punched out, his vitality was wanton, and a huge fist appeared in the air.

This fist is golden, bright, the glass rotates, and the vast breath gushes out, sweeping all directions.

Bang, the fist suddenly exploded, turning into eight wandering dragons, sweeping the sword spirit around.

Boom!

Boom!

The collision of two forces stimulated the hot light of the debut, so that the whole sky was shrouded in this golden light, and everyone below could not see what was going on.

But they knew that the seven-level monk's trick was cracked and completely cracked. The sword light in the sky had disappeared, leaving only the Taoist golden dragon wandering, roaring and showing the fruit of his victory.

"Ah, how can it be? That's the secret of the Chen family's heirloom Sword. At that time, the ancestor of the Chen family killed a king monk in the peak of the lotus period with this set of sword formulas to cultivate the later stage of divine realm! Now, how can it be so vulnerable when used on a little monk who is at the first level than me?

Chen Hong said to himself and scratched his hair crazily. He didn't want to believe this scene, which made him a scary scene!

A monk with a lower cultivation than himself actually cracked his most proud tricks, and cracked them so thoroughly.

"There is a mistake, the message is wrong! Isn't he not able to cast magic? Aren't his spells all basic spells?

Behind He Yang, a group of juniors shouted one after another, with unbelievable eyes, which was more a kind of panic and panic.

Normly speaking, common spells are divided into two types, basic spells and high-order spells.

Basic spells are nothing more than popular spells of various small cultivation sects, such as flame art, swordsmanship, sand art, ice crystal art... These spells have no secret and can be practiced by any person with spiritual roots or even some ordinary people who practice hard. Of course, they are relatively less powerful.

Another kind of high-level spells is relatively high-end spells, which will not circulate in small sects in the alleys of the city, and only some sects will have them. For example, the four holy places.

Of course, there is also a magic spell called hidden spell.

These hidden spells can only be shared by the senior levels of various forces, and of course there are some cultivation families.

Divine power is the privilege of monks in the divine realm, but in order not to let their disciples from be bullied, some family sects have specially found some common points in magic and magical power to create some pseudo-divine power.

These pseudo-powers are much more powerful than ordinary spells, but they are much inferior to magic power.

Even so, it can make those disciples with pseudo-divine power walk away.

And this Chen Hong is the owner of pseudo-divine power.

Only at the moment, his head buzzed and his face was frightened. His pseudo-powers, several times more powerful than those hidden spells, were actually cracked by a first-level monk.

This shock is so great that he can't stand it.

"It's impossible. How can this happen? I don't believe it!"

Chen Hong held his head and roared. He would never believe that his pseudo-divine power would be so unbearable. Although it was not a real magic power, it was also derived from the magic power.

"You don't have to believe it anymore."

Just as Chen Hong shook his head repeatedly, a cold and emotionless voice suddenly sounded from his ear, and a virtual shadow shook in front of his eyes.

Bang!

With a loud noise, Chen Hong completely lost his consciousness and perception before he knew what had happened, and his soul fell into infinite darkness.

"Ah-"

Some timid women in the Fang family screamed because they saw a bleeding head flying in the air, hot blood sprinkled on the ground with white fog, and a smell came.

"What, Brother Chen Hong, he... He was actually killed. How did that guy take action? We didn't see it clearly at all!"

Some disciples of Fengxiandi shouted and looked frightened. They looked at Wang Mo with more fear and less contempt.

"This..."

Fang Hong opened his eyes wide, and his eyes were about to fall out. He knew that his grandson was very powerful and very powerful. At the beginning, he could know that He Yang in the elixir period was defeated by building six layers of foundation, not to mention that he is only a little short of this level now.

But the only thing that shocked him was Wang Mo's own strength.

Because they have always been confused by Wang Mo's appearance, one can only use the Sea King's bow, but with the help of external power.

But today, at this moment, all ideas have changed!

Wang Mo also has his own tough strength, which can blow up a seven-layer master with one punch!

This strength is not external, but himself!

Shock!

No sound!

At this moment, Fang's mansion fell into silence.