Chapter 283 The Art of Killing

"People from the Heavenly Demon Sect."

Mo Zhilan saw the young man behind him, followed by more than 20 masters in black clothes with a dark face. From the breath and clothes on their bodies, they can tell the origin.

"Okay, that's good. I'm going to destroy the Heavenly Demon Sect, and I'll just start with you first.

Mo Zhilan's feet tapped on the ground a few times and said cruelly. It's like a cheetah that is ready to go. He is stared at by him, and many people feel like they are on their backs.

The body is cold.

"Oh? If you want to destroy the demon sect, you will be in a small tone. I heard that those who slaughtered your royal family of the State of Xia in those years, in addition to the Heavenly Demon Sect, there was also the Sea of Stars. Are you going to destroy the sea of stars, too?

Wow...

A long river of stars came down from the air. I don't know how many times more exquisite than Wu Qianhuang's endless galaxy. This is the great power of the sea of stars.

"Wu Qingcang, it seems that you are also out of the customs. The masters of our older generation have been practicing in isolation for hundreds of years and suppressing their cultivation. I didn't expect such an arrogant boy. This time, kill him to revive our prestige. I heard that your brother Wu Qianhuang was killed by him.

The first disciple of Xingsuhai is a young man in a wide star robe. He sat on the vast galaxy. Hearing the three words of Wu Qianhuang, his eyes were sharp.

"What are you talking about! My brother Wu Qianhuang is dead!?"

Wu Qingcang seemed to have just come out of the customs, and he didn't even know that his brother was killed. Hearing his question, the disciples of Xingsuhai hesitated to say it.

It turned out that the leader of Xingsuhai wanted Wu Qingcang to enter the top 100, get a good ranking, and get the spiritual mine. I don't want him to go against Mo Zhilan, so as not to die, and the sect can't get anything.

But God is not as good as man.

As soon as Wu Qingcang entered the fairy and demon arena, he heard the bad news.

"Mo Zhilan, you kill my own brother, this revenge can't be revenged. You have to die."

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"It's broken. Qing Cang knows that his brother was killed."

Some elders of the sea of stars became nervous when they saw this scene on the platform. They can see the inside, but they can't see the outside inside.

What Mo Zhilan and others saw was a bright sky and floating clouds.

"What's there to worry about? What can I do to take revenge on Mo Zhilan? This man is full of evil and countless enemies. He is bound to fall in this melee.

It seems to have agreed with the elder's words. In the fairy and demon arena, several rays of light came down, and even the dragon roar of Longhu Mountain was among them.

It was the first time that Mo Zhilan saw the eldest brother of Longhu Mountain. He only saw him stride with his head held high, and his body seemed to contain the power of dragon and tiger. It makes people look up involuntarily.

The first true biography of Longhu Mountain is a little more elegant than the people of the Heavenly Demon Sect and the Star Sea. In addition to him, there are also many sects, some masters Mo Zhilan has never seen before.

One of them didn't look like a stranger, with green eyes, staring at him with a fierce look.

There is also the Tai selfless self of the Changsheng Demon Sect.

After the resurrection of this person, his cultivation was not much stronger, but his whole body breath completely changed. In addition to the spirit of education, there is more indifference to life and death.

"Huh? There is no Fang Lie's figure. Mo Zhilan didn't find Fang Lie in the camp of Longhu Mountain. He didn't know where this man had gone. Is it the death of the original demon sect?

He saw Chen Yuanyuan, and the two nodded to each other as a greeting.

"The battle begins now. If someone wants to quit, they can fly out at any time."

The innocent voice sounded again.

Suddenly, the light burst into the field. In an instant, the whole world changed color, the mountains and rivers were broken, the sun and the moon were lightless, and everywhere was full of terrible breath.

The storm of destruction swept everywhere. Wherever it passed, the peaks were razed to the ground, and the rivers dried up. The ground was plowed to a layer.

Many small giants in Jindanjing were annihilated in this battle.

"Guys, join hands and kill Mo Zhilan first!"

Wu Qingcang roared and shook away a master wearing gold armor and holding a huge sword. This man was the chief true biography of Xuanyuan Hall and heard his voice. At that moment, he gave up and shouted to the disciples of Xuanyuan Hall, "Let's kill Mo Zhilan together."

Their Xuanyuan Hall and Mo Zhilan don't have much hatred.

Killing Mo Zhilan is only because Mo Zhilan's limelight is too popular, purely because of jealousy.

"Kill, kill!"

The man who was shrouded in the dark flame of Tianvil Sect roared wildly, and a shadow-like flame yuanshen rushed to Mo Zhilan.

Wherever you pass, the air will burn.

"Mo Zhilan, you must die!"

There was a gurgling sound in Sikong's throat, and ten nails were like swords, stabbing Mo Zhilan. There is no strong smell on these nails, but fast, almost to the extreme. The post is on a first-come-first basis. It's about to reach Mo Zhilan.

The ordinary ancient giant only saw a white light passing by, as if tearing the dark dawn. But Mo Zhilan used the double pupils of disaster to see clearly.

He looked good at the ten nails, emitting a haloof white light. The breath is sharp, I'm afraid that the lower Taoist weapon will also be poked out a few holes.

At least you have to be a middle-grade Taoist to resist it.

Mo Zhilan is conceited that his body is hard, and he dares not touch it. He quickly retreated and used big gossip to calculate the identity of this person.

"Sikonghuang, the eldest son of Sikong Ancient Devil. I killed two princes in their Yinshan Demon Kingdom. No wonder they hate me so much.

Mo Zhilan sneered and thought about how to kill this person.

"Mo Zhilan, don't be careless. This man practiced the body of the ancient demon. Their top-secret skill of the Sikong family, only one hundred people can survive. Sikong Gumo didn't practice it.

The body of the ancient demon is to consume the blood of the whole body to refine the body. Use extreme methods to refine the body into an unparalleled magic weapon to reach a mysterious level.

All over the body, any joint can kill people and shake the device.

At the same time, the body has no shortcomings of magic weapons.

"If you want to hide, you will be in the soul, and you will burn your spirit." The burning flame on the disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect is actually a supreme magic fire.

It is called Jiuyoudi evil soul inflammation. It is said that this fire can directly burn the human soul. Let your body be strong and burn your soul directly.

The shadow-like motoshin disappeared into Mo Zhilan's body with a thorn.

"That magical power seems to be the art of soul attachment. Use the evil spirit of the nine secluded places and use the art of soul attachment. There is no suspense this time."

"Soul inflammation can directly burn people's souls. The soul is damaged, and it is dead or injured. Even if Mo Zhilan is strong in cultivation, he can crack the art of soul attachment. I have to get hurt myself. At ordinary times, he can find a place to nourish his consciousness. However, so many people in the fairy and demon arena are staring at him. There is absolutely no way to live."

"With Jiuyoudi's soul inflammation, use the skill of soul attachment. This disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect is a peerless genius, and it is not an exaggeration to call him a demon.

"I know this person. I heard that he is an orphan and has no name. The evil emperor personally gave him a Taoist name, called the real devil.

"Three hundred years of isolation, it's really good to cultivate this kind of killing skill."

"In all dynasties, there have been masters in the collection of Jiuyoudi evil soul inflammation, and unsuccessful are everywhere. He is the first one who can practice the soul inflammation into the Dharma phase.

"The art of soul attachment is also quite good. Isn't it so simple to possess a soul? It's easier to possess a soul with lower cultivation than your own. If your cultivation is higher than your own, it will be difficult. This person's soul attachment skill has also been practiced to a magical state.

"You didn't see that the color changed without me in Taitai. Such a killing method can't resist his supreme god.

There are many giants off the court, and their thoughts are intertwined.