217 Record 2
217 record (2)
Mo Jian immediately noticed the change in the catalogue.
Five strange powers suddenly appeared from the sky, abruptly like the first spring dream of a teenager in his life.
Five huge gates slowly appeared.
Turn to open slowly.
That is the door of the Tianlong plane, the Pilu plane, the yin and Yang plane, the Rasha plane and the bright plane opened by Mo Jian with the oriental Xuanxun.
The powerful force falling from the upper plane instantly wrapped his whole body, and the color was like the fog in the morning after the rain, flowing like a long rainbow after thunder!
It's like an immortal gold body!
In the era of the end of the law just now, Mo Jian has really overdrawn too much power, so that the 99 million soul line in the divine sea is as weak as a dying cicada in autumn.
The power of the five upper planes not only restores the nearly 100 million soul line in an instant, but also makes the sea of Mo Jian's soul power suddenly become turbulent, thick and unfathomable!
Then, the sea of soul power is completely silent, and there are no waves, and it seems to be brewing an unprecedented terrible storm.
This is a feature that only appears when you become a soul emperor and the soul power in the divine sea turns into a sea of soul power!
This is an unprecedented power!
"What a collection!" Mo Jian shouted loudly, and his exhaustion was swept away, replaced by unprecedented momentum like a rainbow, and roared, "The ten elders of the Ying family, today is the place where you are buried!"
He has long guessed that he got the Atlas of Tibet. It is impossible for him to die in less than a day. Between the front line of life and death, I was looking forward to the collection catalogue. This is not confidence in the identity of the son of creation, but absolute trust in the mysterious voice!
Sure enough, it didn't disappoint him.
At this moment, the turbulent power in his body is not his own cultivation, but the collection of the Atlas at this moment, which takes over the power of the five upper planes he has opened up.
The power of the upper plane to deal with the lower plane, the result can be imagined!
The ten-way killing is still falling, and the endless attack waves covering the sky and the sun have crazily strangled, cut and crushed the land within ten meters around Mo Jian, making the ground drop seven meters deep.
Only the place where the cone stands still stands proudly, making him seem to stand on the top of the high slope.
"The Gun of Judgment!"
The Qing Emperor's patching bow has been full of strength, and the whole bow seems to be about to collapse. Mo Jian, who has a meticulous grasp of the battle circle, knows that the gun of judgment is the most accurate attack to destroy evil things such as killing the ten sides.
The cyan arrow turned into a majestic, simple and inviolable long gun, and like a cyan meteor, rushing up fiercely from the ground.
Boom......
The gun of the trial collided with the killing of the ten sides, and the horrible energy exploded crazily, splashing out thousands of fine red rays and flying to poor places.
Cai Xiliu and Xiaotong in the distance had already lost their color. However, the people of the Changhe tribe have never seen such a powerful battle. Coupled with many deaths and injuries, many people fainted directly.
And those who were still paying attention to the war circle were shocked to see that with the long gun that was like judging human lives rushed into the sky and colliding with the endless blood clouds, Bo... It was like the sound of cloth being torn, and the blood cloud was washed away by a large mouth dozens of meters long, and the dazzling sun sprinkled from the cracks. Fall down.
Just now, the whole world has clearly become a world of blood.
At this moment, see the light again!
A large black character slowly jumped out of Mo Jian's right arm and became bigger, and soon became like a mountain. Ran Ran rose into the air and scattered a little black light. And wherever the black light is caused, the killing of the ten directions is like snow under the scorching sun, disappearing quickly.
Ten screams came faintly from the sky, and the ten elders of the family were injured at the same time.
"Bang!"
A square-foot blood-colored cloth fell from the sky. The center directly shattered and disappeared, falling to the ground, making a dull sound like an iron plate hitting the ground. The strange rune symbols on the top are either broken, disordered, or confused, leaving only some weak energy, which is still flowing slightly.
The killing of ten parties was destroyed by Mo Jian in one fell swoop!
"Old guys, I originally planned to have free time and go to Ying's house to kill you in person, but you can't wait to send it to your door by yourself. Great!"
Mo Jian's voice is cold, and the majestic force of his whole body is still surging. The Qing Emperor's heavenly bow is full again, suff! A lightly written note came out with a strong shot.
The four elders of the sixth level of the Soul Emperor, with their big hands, the powerful soul power in the realm of the Soul Emperor flowed rapidly and surged into a storm.
The next moment, he was shocked to find that his attack seemed to be completely frozen and still in the air. And my body is no longer able to move.
Boom!
With a precise shot on the four elders of the Ying family, his head exploded in an instant. The strong soul emperor died instantly.
However, this is just the beginning.
The same sharp shot, equally amazing accuracy, shocking speed and frightening power, once again came out to the head of Lao Qi of the Ying family.
The old seven heads burst into pieces and fell to the ground without a head.
In any of the four plane families, in addition to the ancestors, there are some senior soul emperors of the older generation. The most outstanding master of the Ying family is the ten elders of the Ying family. They are all over 800 years old, and their cultivation has reached the fifth level of the Soul Emperor. Now, after the failure to kill Mo Jian, his head was like a watermelon in the field, and he was named one by Mo Jian.
Puff! Poo! Poo! Puff...
In the blink of an eye, the ten old people of the Ying family are finished, leaving only the last old man, and the largest old man. He is the eighth-level cultivation of the Soul Emperor, which is no less than the old patriarch Ying Qingtian.
The Qing Emperor's sky bow aimed at the eyebrows of the elder, motionless, and the cold killing machine shot everywhere.
Ying Lao clearly felt that the tip of the cold arrow was like a sharp knife, which seemed to have pierced his throat. The soul power in the divine sea seems to be frozen, and the operation is stagnant and difficult, and his hands and feet are also like wearing large shackles, which are extremely heavy. For the first time in more than a thousand years, he felt that death was so close to him. For a moment, he was scared and said harshly, "Kid, if you dare to kill me, the Ying family will smash you to pieces. Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you will definitely die!"
"Real?"
Mo Jian's words were colder than the arrow in his hand, and he said, "How to solve the blood evil?"
Ying elder was stunned first and turned to roar, "Is it my family that bloodshed on your relatives? Boy, let me go quickly, and I'll consider whether to tell you how to solve the magic!"
"Do you want to say it?" Mo Jian's eyes narrowed.
"If you want to relieve the evil of blood, you dare to be so rude to me, boy, you'd better know each other..." shouted the elder Ying.
Wh!
The full Qingdi's patching bow suddenly loosened, and there was a buzzing sound between the ejection of the bow rope, which was transmitted, and even echoed. Sharp arrows shot out and hit the old man's forehead.
Where will Mo Jian be threatened by him? Ying Lao didn't know what was good or bad, so he immediately ended up with his life!
The old man fell to the ground and died.
At this point, the whole prestigious ten elders of the Ying family died at the hands of Mo Jian.
First, there are the backbone of young generations such as Ying Feizhen and Ying Tianxing, and now there are ten elders of the Ying family. After these two wars, the strength of the Ying family was suddenly lost by half.
When ten people died, the power of the five upper planes taken by the Guizang catalogue seemed to be extremely spiritual and began to disappear quickly.
Killing the ten elders of the Ying family, Mo Jian definitely does not rely on his own strength.
Between the loss of great strength, a deep sense of fatigue came like a tide. The black 'record' word had been floating in mid-air, but now it also became smaller and landed quickly. At the moment of falling into Mo Jian's right arm, a black light suddenly shot out.
Like a powerful god, a terrorist force shot by his finger pierced the sky.
Then, the word 'record' completely sank into Mo Jian's right arm and turned into a small black light, becoming the original appearance...
Let's look back to the ten elders of the Ying family before they killed Mo Jian.
The doomsday eyeball opened again. When peeking at the catalogue, the doomsday eyeball was damaged and now it has been repaired. Sirius Guardian used it and stared at Mo Jian again without blinking.
When the killing of the ten directions was stimulated, Sirius's eyes showed a trace of excitement and fanaticism.
When the ten parties killed and landed and crushed Mo Jian to death, the old handsome man smiled gerociously and said, "Mo Jian, Mo Jian, I want to see where else can you escape now! The son of creation? Humph! Don't you have to be a saint in the hands of this guardian?"
When Mo Jian suddenly urged the power of the upper plane, shot the gun of the trial, and opened the killing of the ten sides, the surprise on Sirius's guard's face turned into panic. His pride and enthusiasm completely solidified, and his whole face turned into a pig liver. He lost his voice and said, "Impossible! This is impossible!"
When Mo Jian completely destroyed the killing of Shifang, the handsome man sat on the ground and said to himself, "Is it gone? I spent so much effort, 100,000 times the flow of time, and ten thousand years of cultivation, so it's gone?"
When Mo Jian killed the ten elders of the Ying family, the last fluke in Sirius's heart also completely disappeared, shouting crazily, "Useless things, damn garbage! Ying family, you soft bastards who can't help! The majestic emperor can't even deal with Mo Jian. Go to hell, go to hell..."
Then, Sirius guard sat softly on the ground, with eyesless and listless.
He is already thinking about whether to make up his mind to kill this catastrophe first at all costs!
Under the doomsday eyeball, Mo Jian's hair is slightly panoramic.
However, at this time, the word 'record' suddenly emitted a black light.
This black light, at an unimaginable speed of the old handsome man who was the guardian of the plane, instantly shot at his huge doomsday eyeball suspended in mid-air like a grinding wheel.
Puff...
The Sirius guard screamed, and for a moment, he only felt severe pain in his eyes, his head was numb, and his limbs were stiff. His whole body seemed to be in a miserable process mixed with paralysis and severe pain. He hurriedly withdrew his doomsday eyes and reached out to cover his poor big eyes. Then, blood flowed from his forehead like a flood.
In the blink of an eye, at least a large cylinder of blood flowed.
Sirius guarded and weakened at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye. In a blink of an eye, it seemed to be in a tragic situation of dying.
A cold voice without any emotion suddenly came:
"Remember your duty. Don't fool around with those little tricks before he enters the plane prison. Go over the boundary again, take back all your powers and break your divine character!"
Yes! Yes! Yes..."
Sirius Guardian agreed in horror, saying that it was strange that the blood he had been rolling in and bleeding suddenly stopped.
And Mo Jian didn't know at all that the black light emitted from the word 'record' almost blinded the unique doomsday eyeball of Sirius guarding and monitoring the whole plane!
PS: I'm a little busy these days, and I'll update it twice when the busy schedule is over.