Chapter 7 Immortal Road! Magic Road! Kill, kill!

At this moment, Ziyan was particularly beautiful. Her body was suspended and her feet floated away from the ground. A faint blue light came out of her body, and all the original magic will be forced to open when it touches these blue lights.

This force is not strong, but everyone feels the dangerous message, such as Mang in the back, even Wu Qianhuang and Qin Shang are no exception.

"These blue lights, this is weak water. How can she refine weak water? This is the supreme power of the immortal king city. Only the master of the immortal king can practice."

"Yes, someone sealed the weak water in her eyes as soon as she was born. Otherwise, if a person cultivates to the secret world of magical power, he can't be still blind.

"It is said that weak water is the weakest thing between heaven and earth. Birds do not cross, and goose feathers do not drift. No fairy or demon can resist it.

"She's crazy. She's going to die. Let's step back!" Wu Qianhuang roared and let the disciples of Xingsuhai retreat. Those disciples in the secret world will die as soon as they are contaminated with weak water, and they can't resist at all.

In mid-air, Ziyan looked into the distance, and her eyes were extremely bright, like the blue sea. She saw all the colors between heaven and earth, the dim yellow sunshine, the wide sky, and the dark green trees. She couldn't describe the dazzling and fullness of those colors. She wanted to keep these scenery firmly in mind and never forget them.

She looked at Mo Zhilan. For the first time, she did not rely on her sense of touch to observe the person she loved. She was extremely happy and happy.

"Zi Yan!" Mo Zhilan was also aware of what was going to happen. He shouted, and his eyes were cracked.

"Zhzhilan, this is the first time I've seen you. Let me remember it with a smile, okay? I... I want to see how you smile. Zi Yan longed for it.

Mo Zhilan grinned and showed an extremely bitter smile, which was even worse than crying.

"So this is how you smile..." Zi Yan blinked her big eyes, and then she raised her head and looked at Wu Qianhuang, Qin Shang and others.

"Even if I can't kill you today, I will hurt you and be seriously injured. From now on, my cultivation will stagnate and I will never reach a higher level."

The blue light on Ziyan's body is getting stronger and stronger, especially her eyes, which become as crystal clear as blue gems.

"Weak water can erode all fairy and demons. Once all kinds of arrays in the body are stained by weak water, they can no longer condense the rune in the future. I can only wait for myself to die slowly, and my cultivation will not improve from now on.

When Qin Shang saw Ziyan's movements, his face changed greatly. He sat down and the nine lions roared in unison, like thunder, swallowing thousands of miles of anger. He wanted to turn into a escaping light and escape, but it was too late.

Layers of ripples ripples on Ziyan's body spread out with her as the center like ripples. Wu Qianhuang, Qin Shang, and other true disciples were all shrouded in these ripples in an instant, and their escape could not be avoided.

"Ah! Ah ah..." After several monks in the secret world of magical power, their bodies began to fest and melt after being hit by blue light. Finally, they were refined into a piece of constant sand and precipitated at the bottom of the blue light.

"Damn, the Nine-headed Lion King is going to be refined!" The nine-headed lion king under Qin Shang's seat is only equivalent to the strength of the divine power double true atmosphere, which can't be resisted at all. Qin Shang's body is evolving one after another to resist desperately. Seeing the nine-headed lion king being refined, there is nothing he can do.

"Ziyan, stop quickly, or you will die." The primitive magic spirit was all forced into the seven kills. Mo Zhilan did not take this opportunity to leave. He just wanted to be with Ziyan for the rest of his life.

1.7 Chapter 7 Fairy Road! Magic way! Kill, kill!

Ziyan's body became more and more illusory and transparent, as if the foam would dissipate at any time. She looked down at Mo Zhilan and showed a helpless smile. Like the most beautiful scenery in the world

Then, Ziyan's clothes floated down from the air, and her whole body completely dissipated.

"Zi Yan!"

Mo Zhilan held his clothes and let out a sad roar.

Puff!

Mo Zhilan suddenly knelt on the ground, pointed to the sky, pointed to the Tianmeng and swore, "The emperor is above, Mo Zhilan, will definitely destroy the Star Sea and the Heavenly Demon Sect within ten years, and drive out these two sects. If you violate this oath, I, Mo Zhilan, will live forever, fly ashes and annihilate, and kill the gods of heaven and earth together.

At this moment, Mo Zhilan's murderous spirit was extremely strong, like a tide, surging and overwhelming.

The body is magnificent, and the king's momentum is all transformed. The whole body is full of a kind of domineering and arrogance that no one can bear me, and the tragic murderous spirit that comes out of the sea of corpses and blood.

The seven-kill monument kept "buzzing" trembling, echoing each other with the black wolf smoke rushing straight to the sky. The fierce primitive magic keeps rolling, with the power of thousands of horses, shocking the world.

Woo-hoo... Whoo...

There is a constant whimper in the air, and the original magic condenses into faces, either angry, or crazy, angry, or happy... All kinds of human beings, the appearance of all sentient beings.

"What's going on? Wasn't the spirit of the Seven Killing Monument killed? The seven kings of Shura, a total of seven spirits were killed. Now the situation of the primitive magic qi is clearly connected with spirituality. Is there still an artifact in it!?

"Damn, these magic spirits are actually recognizing the Lord, and the seven-kill monument is automatically recognizing the Lord! This is impossible. That mortal has not even cultivated the secret place of divine power. How can an ordinary person let the Seven Kills Monument recognize the Lord? This is a unique Taoist weapon!"

"Stop him quickly. Once the seven-killing monument is completed, the dormant spirit will wake up, and we will all be killed!"

Boom...

Whether it is the Star Sea or the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect, they all joined hands and kept beating out their magic weapons.

Soul bell, star sand, hundred ghost flags... They are all low-grade and medium-grade treasures. These magic weapons hit the original magic gas and are all stained with the magic gas. The spiritual imprint on it is getting thinner and thinner, but these monks don't care at all.

Because the fairy magic qi on their bodies has been corroded by weak water. Unless the magic power is abolished and practiced again, the cultivation will never stop. Another way is to ask the elders of the sect to refine their energy with extremely high magic power and wash it. However, the materials needed to use this magic power are precious, and even consume longevity.

So only when they get the seven-kill monument and make great contributions to the sect can they let the elders help them.

However, their magic weapon hits the primitive magic spirit, which is like a dragonfly shaking the pillar, and it can't hurt Mo Zhilan at all.

"Wow! Roar..."

A burst of low, the roar of oppression sounded and knocked on the heart. All the primitive magic gas condensed into a huge virtual image. This virtual image muscle knot is a big man, with two huge oolong coiled around his body.

When he saw the magic weapon bombarded, he covered the magic weapon with boundless magic spirit and took it away.

Puff...

In mid-air, except for Wu Qianhuang and Qin Shang, all the people spewed out a mouthful of blood. Their magic weapons lost contact in an instant and were erased by this huge virtual shadow.

"How dare you attack me and my King Antu? I'm really looking for death. I'm going to kill you, suppress your souls, integrate your spirits into the primitive magic, and never turn over. What about the man who exudes a murderous atmosphere... Well, even the secret place of magic power has not been cultivated to..."

Every time the huge virtual shadow said a word, the space kept shaking. When he looked at Mo Zhilan, he frowned slightly. It was this vast and killing will like the killing emperor that woke it up, but this person's strength was a little worse.

At this time, Mo Zhilan raised his head, and his eyes were as red as blood.

"King Andu, I know that its seven-killing tablets have been damaged. If you can help me destroy the Star Sea and the Heavenly Demon Sect, I will definitely repair you and restore you to the original state of the best Taoist weapon."

Mo Zhilan's words are like pearls and jade, showing an extremely strong belief and determination.

"Good! OK! I feel the momentum of killing the emperor from you. Although it is still very weak, I will definitely make great achievements in the future. Your potential is greater than everyone here. I will recognize you as my master and help you practice. Now I lend you the strength to kill these people to death. Engrave their magical powers in the original magic, and you can understand them when you practice the secret place of magical powers. King Ando said with a long roar.

His body and infinite magic spirit did not enter the seven-kill monument. At the same time, the whole seven-kill monument kept shrinking, and finally a "sw" flew into Mo Zhilan's eyebrows.

Seven kills tablet, the unique Taoist weapon refined by the Demon Gate Emperor thousands of years ago, even if it is broken, it is bound to be earth-shaking.

Mo Zhilan stood up and stepped on his feet, with an inexplicable charm, and the ground vibrated.

"This is the feeling of having power, which can dominate life and death and master thousands. Those who obey me will live, and those who oppose me will die.

Mo Zhilan punched out, tearing the air and distorting the space, like Bai Lei's name. A monk in the third gas realm of the secret world of magic power was broken without reflecting, and then wrapped up by the original magic gas and swallowed up.

"No, he is using the power of King Andu, and his mana is stronger than the monks of the heavenly realm! We can't subdue him. We have to go back to the sect and ask the elders to take action.

The breath on Mo Zhilan made everyone feel horrible, and everyone wanted to escape.

How could Mo Zhilan make them want?

Mo Zhilan's eyes are scarlet and demonic, like a hungry tiger, like a vicious wolf, chooses people to eat! Being stared at by him, everyone felt like falling into an ice cave.

With a "buzz", Mo Zhilan's body disappeared in place, and the next moment he appeared on the top of a monk's head.

"Kill my father, die!" His fist fell down, smashed the monk's head, and then suddenly disappeared.

"Those who destroy our country, die!"

"Those who kill Ziyan, die!"

......

Dead! Death! Death! Death...

Each character is a life-threatening magic sound. Soon, all the monks were killed and swallowed up by the primitive magic gas, leaving only Wu Qianhuang and Qin Cang.

"Do you think you can run? Now I'm going to make you despair." Mo Zhilan slapped in the air and pressed it from afar. The boundless magic condensed into a huge fingerprint.

This fingerprint pressed them into the ground from mid-air with the momentum of destruction. The force fell, and the whole ground roared and shook violently.

"Be careful, they are not dead yet!"

As soon as the voice of King Antu came into Mo Zhilan's mind, he saw two escapes suddenly flying out of the ground and fleeing in two directions.

"Would you like to go!" Mo Zhilan snorted coldly, his body galloped faster than the speed of sound, and instantly caught up with Qin Cang.

Bum!

A heavy punch hit Qin Cang's chest, dispersing his body protection. Then, Mo Zhilan's slender five fingers grabbed his head.

"The seven-killing magic thoughts, the original magic spirit, all pour in, bursting the body." Suddenly, gluttony, lust, greed, sadness, anger, laziness, conceit, arrogance.

The magic gas condensed by the most original ideas in heaven and earth poured into his body.

Qin Cang's eyes were round, and his skin was not cracking. With a "bang", Qin Cang's whole body was blown into a blood mist.

This scene fell in Wu Qianhuang's eyes, which made him burst his heart and courage. He had never seen anyone burst into blood fog and smile.

"I don't want to die. Please let me go. Let me go!" Wu Qianhuang saw Mo Zhilan, who had stopped in front of him, and begged.

"Your disciples of Xingsuhai are all virtuous!" Mo Zhilan was about to write a book to kill him.

" Stop it!"

Suddenly, a low shout came from the distant sky. The sky and the earth are dark, the stars are all over the sky, and the stars are falling all over the sky, turning into a bright starry hand.

This palm is like Mo Zhilan with an amazing and horrible atmosphere.

"I'll do it!" Suddenly, the mind of King Antu controlled Mo Zhilan's body.

"The road of killing, exterminate everything, cut off the line, disturb the sky and slaughter the world with the momentum of killing."

"The road is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, and people escape one... Only I kill the road, exterminate vitality, and leave no line." King Andu sang like an epic, and each word formed an ethereal array, superimposed layer by layer.

"Great Killing!"

With the last sentence of King Andu falling, in the void, tens of thousands of sword lights shook violently.

The surrounding air, time, space and mana are all collapsed and broken.

Puff, Puff...

A series of sounds, the sword light flashed, and the whole palm was cut into pieces.

Taking advantage of this moment, he ran away.

However, it didn't fly far, and the palm of its hand healed as before. The wind soared and suddenly slapped the king of Andu.

"Puff!"

"Big Blood Run!"

King Andu was fierce, turned into a blood light and disappeared.

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