Critical strike!

Take a punch.

The old monk's head suddenly looked like an exploded watermelon.

The skin is blooming, and blood is splattering!

The bone jade hairpin in Mu Qianqian's hand also happened to stab the huge skull.

Crack Crack Crack Crack…

The skull is vulnerable.

He was stabbed by the bone harness and turned into ashes.

Mu Qianqian didn't even use her spiritual power much...

The head of the old monk with a miserable appearance shook in the air.

The eyeballs the size of mung bean showed a hint of fear.

Ding bell ding bell...

Without his head, a large string of skull bells flew over by themselves.

The mysterious sword in Mo Yan's hand stabbed out again.

The vast energy with the momentum of destroying everything...

Invincible, I cut it over!

"Boy, wait for me!" The old monk let out a roar.

The next second, the mysterious sword slashed down and the forehead was divided into two.

Brain splashes!

The bells ring wildly.

A huge skull phantom appeared in the air.

Behind it is a void space.

Awu's eyes shrank under the stone were frightened.

A hint of struggle appeared on his face.

Soon, her small body jumped out and shot rapidly towards the void space.

"You wait for me, I will come back!"

A rough and unpleasant voice floated out of Awu's mouth.

She walked with her short legs and was extremely fast.

Coupled with the old monk's voice, it seems out of place.

It's about to jump into the void space.

Xiaohuang, who had been waiting for a long time, flapped her wings over.

The huge wings hit Awu, who was only three years old, and his small body was blown away directly.

Xiaohuang's huge bird body blocked forward and simply blocked the void space.

No matter how you look at it, you don’t like it. When you raise your wings, you hit the phantom of the skull.

The phoenix bird shot a gust of wind.

The phantom of the skull floating in the air, along with the void space, was shattered on the spot...

A series of skull bells fell to the ground, making a sound of echoing.

"Damn it!" The old monk hiding in Awu's body's eyes were full of tears.

He was twisted and ferocious against Awu's face.

Mo Yan was full of demonic energy and sacrificed it.

Form a magic net and smash it down.

He locked Awu in it directly.

Flying in the sky and hiding in the earth, there is no way to retreat.

Ye Sihuang floated down from the air.

His eyes did not look at the subdued old guy, but looked at Mo Yan.

"Yan'er, you..." Ye Sihuang wanted to speak but stopped.

He wanted to say, what's wrong with this demonic energy?

The words were shrunk back when they were at the mouth.

No matter who he is, no matter whether he has magic or spiritual power.

He will always be the young master of the Mo tribe, his nephew of Ye Sihuang.

The black air lingering around Mo Yan gradually dissipated...

The body was filled with spiritual power again.

His eyes were coldly staring at A Wu who was trapped by magic...

It is actually the core of the old monk.

"Who are you?"

The old monk struggled for a long time but could not break the net woven by magic. He couldn't help but be shocked and stared at Mo Yan.

Who, who is he?

How could he do the ability that only the demons are the supreme ones who can be found in Tianluodi.

"You have done all the bad things, and today is your death!"

Mo Yan's palm spread out.

Suddenly a black flame appeared.

As the black flames came out, the temperature around them suddenly dropped.

Mu Qianqian and Ye Sihuang next to them felt a bone-broken chill coming.

cold……

Cold, very cold!

"Hell Fire!"

The old monk hiding in Awu's body had an earthquake in his pupils.

Staring at the black fire incredibly.

His face turned pale as paper.

The body was shaking like a sieve!

"Emperor, Emperor..."

Without waiting for his words to be finished.

The flames in Mo Yan's palm bounced out, reaching Awu's body.

The flames fell.

Awu, trapped in the net of heaven and earth, struggled violently.

The Hell Fire fell on him.

It was like Mars splashing into the oil pan.

The fire waves rushed up.

The huge black sparks swayed burned Awu inside and screamed.

It hurts...

Bone-eroding, heart-warming, soul-torming!

The old monk's soul body split out from Awu's body.

Trying to break through the magic net.

However, the Hell Fire pounced on it faster than he thought.

His soul was twisted to the extreme under the black flame!

A shrill roar resounded through the sky...

The old monk had no choice but to escape.

The breath gradually weakened.
To be continued...