Chapter 642 Dilemma

Under one blow, most of the spiritual array was destroyed, and more than 200 monks connected to it were all damaged. Mo Jing's front was miserable. Is this the power of the fairy weapon? Although there are several fairy weapons in my sect to suppress luck, it is difficult to take them out and use them. If not, how can they be so passive today? In the backhand, thousands of spiritual stones were knocked out by him and instantly filled the vacancy. When he finished his work, those scattered practitioners who had recovered had rushed not far from the two mountains.

Reaching out his hand and holding Wuyin's hand, looking at the miserable situation of the mountain, Mo Congfeng's desolate feelings rose in his heart. Looking at the Nanming fire sword in his palm, his heart couldn't help but rise and fall. If you refine a strong magic weapon for yourself, you may not fall back to this situation. Although you can dominate the world with your own body, you are not an enemy of ten thousand people. Now it seems that it is a little wrong for you to stubbornly enter the road with a sword and go to this extreme.

Looking at her husband's sad expression, he couldn't help pinching his hand secretly, and his eyes were full of worry. Feeling the eyes of his beloved wife, Mo Lianfeng raised his head. What he saw was the autumn water pupil. He couldn't help shaking his heart and laughing loudly. What are you worried about? In this life, I have lived, loved, proud, and vigorous. There is such a lover around me. What else do I have to regret? Perhaps the only regret is that he doesn't have time to teach Gan Ping all his skills, and he can't leave a line for Wei Yufeng.

However, Gan Ping's child's qualifications, under his **, even if he falls, he will not decline. Thinking of this, Mo Nengfeng was very proud, "Come on, Yin'er! Let's see how my husband can break through thousands of troops!" In an instant, the tiger's eyes were full of meaninglessness, and he looked at his high-willed husband without a sound, and his eyes were full of intoxication. This is Mo Congfeng. This is her voiceless man. The world is full of demons. How can she restrain her edge? Don't be so sharp!

A long roar that could wear gold and stone rose to the skies, which was full of determination. After putting down the last shackles in his heart, Mo Jingfeng's sword light became more and more shining. The disciples behind him were also infected by his swordsmanship, and the divine light flashed in their eyes and the murderous intention was revealed.

At this moment, on Yulong Mountain, it is another scene. More than a thousand simple bronze chariots stand far away in the air, surrounding the Yulong Mountain. These chariots are hundreds of feet long, each of which is made of three twelfth-order dragon monsters as royal beasts. The combat power on them is a really tall golden armored puppet, and the long Ge Da Yusen in the palm is cold, making a sharp roar in the wind.

And after these chariots, there are countless scattered repairs, dense, staring at the Yulong Mountain surrounded by this array. In the distance, there is more brilliance shining. It is the arrangement of some kind of spiritual array that blocks this side of heaven and earth. Even if you use a small shift array method, you can't break out. What an iron bucket situation, the angry real man's face was ugly. Looking at these bad immortals in front of him, his expression became more and more cold.

Obviously, these people came to besiege themselves and wait. When they took the two boundary mountains at the source of the spiritual vein, the power of the array on Yulong Mountain was greatly reduced, and then they would launch an attack. It can be imagined how much pressure Mo Zhenfeng suffered. Thinking of this, the angry real person can't help regretting that it is full of murder. If he hadn't thought of fighting and used gentle means to eliminate the dissidents in the sect, it would not have caused the current situation.

If there is no drag on these people, the combat strength they can take out by themselves is at least 30% more, so that Mo Congfeng will be easier. While thinking about it, there was a long roar that could be worn through gold and stone from afar, which made the angry real person's face cold. Converging the front!" The smile on Wu Yizi's face had long disappeared, and he looked anxiously at the direction of the two mountains. Mo Jingfeng's long roar showed his determination. Obviously, he was determined to let go.

How can brothers who have been in the past thousand years, such as angerless and others not know Mo Congfeng's temperament? Now when I hear this long roar, I immediately change my color. On the contrary, the people behind him were surprised and ambitious, worried, angry, and even showed a little smile and gloating. With the strong and arrogant mind of angerless real people, how could he not know the expressions of these people? For those who showed gloating expressions, his heart was even more murderous.

However, it is obvious that it is not the moment of the attack, and the battle is in chaos, which makes people see the joke. It's just that the real person in charge has set a plan in his heart. If he can escape this disaster, he will definitely wash Yulong Mountain with blood and kill the unstable factors one by one. It's a pity. Looking at the situation at present, can it be done?

"Open Yin Xuanfeng, please take action, open a gap, and help Brother Mo Congfeng!" Thinking slightly, the angry real man immediately said coldly. But I didn't think that a guy jumped out and shook his head. It's inevitable. Now that the strong enemy is surrounded and the attitude is unclear. If we take action first, we will definitely fall into a word. At that time, I will be passive. What's more, Mo Shouzuo may be a minor disease. I might as well wait and watch the change..."

" Become your grandma!" When he said this, he immediately annoyed the boundless man beside him. The usual good man no longer smiled. He grabbed the man's skirt, and his mouth splashed on his face. Your grandma's Lin Zhongping, what are you thinking? What is an unclear attitude? What is scabiculose disease? It's my younger brother, my own younger brother, who is desperate over there! This group of bitches' obvious attitude is to destroy my whole family. What other attitude is unclear? You say, you say!"

The boundless man who refined the blood of the witch god is strong, far more than the monks of the same level. Even Lin Zhongping is also a yuan god cultivation, but he was almost shaken apart by him, and his face was pale. That's enough!" Wu Nu Zhen said coldly, and Wu Yizi was stunned when he heard the words, and immediately loosened his skirt with hatred. It can be seen how resentful he is in his heart to force this good canvassing people to be like this.

"I, Lin Zhongping, am really dedicated to thinking about me. Loyalty can be seen from heaven and earth!" Seeing that the real person without anger came, the forest cried with a runny nose and tears. How could it look like a Yuanshen monk?

"Oh? Really?" The cold and piercing murderous intention enveloped Lin Zhongping, which shocked him. The angry real man's eyes were slanted, and the cold meaning in his eyes was self-evident. Obviously, he had seen through his intention to procrastinate. Lin Zhongping even doubted that if he was making trouble, he would be killed by this angry real person, but the killing intention was not concealed.

At this moment, everyone was shocked. They looked at the ordinary mountain and no water, but now the murderous spirit is almost condensed into the real person without anger. The blue sword rose to the sky, echoing the sword spirit of the two mountains in the distance, shocking the nine heavens!