"Bang!"

A dull bell immediately rang through the world. The sword light swept past the ancient bell, as if a stone was poured into the calm lake, and the sound seemed to ripples.

The powerful sword disappeared intovisible, as if it had never appeared before, and was completely absorbed by the ancient bell, and turned into a bell to return the attack.

The bell sounded straight into his ears. The True Lord Wansheng felt a shock all over his body, as if the knife he had just slashed out, completely slashing into his sea of ​​consciousness. His head was immediately dizzy, and he couldn't help but step back seven or eight steps, his face turned pale, and his breath was immediately disordered.

The Six Generals of Wansheng were even more unbearable. They spewed out a mouthful of blood in the air. The Liuhe Formation, which was originally proud, was defeated without any attack. They were each defeated to the ground and hurriedly retreated to the left and right sides of the True Lord of Wansheng, and quickly adjusted the already somewhat chaotic sea of ​​consciousness.

The monk Zhong's move immediately caused Zheng Yuer and other monks in Zheng State to change their expressions. You must know that the six generals of Wan Sheng are not weak, and they have always been advancing and retreating to fight against the enemy. Relying on the power of the formation with the same heart, they were enough to defeat any late-stage monk in the Golden Pill stage, but they were beaten by the monk Zhong and vomited blood.

The six generals are just the elders. After all, they are inferior in cultivation, but the true king of Wansheng is at the peak of the late stage of the Jindan stage. His strength is still above the Immortal Marquis, and it is not far from being promoted to the Great Perfection of the Golden Pill. Such strength is just around the corner. It is said that the old king had already wanted to recommend to the royal family of the Qin Dynasty to be named Wansheng Zhenjun Marquis, but there is no conclusion on this matter.

The joint attack between the True Lord Wansheng and the elders of the six generals was actually broken by Monk Zhong with one move. What kind of strength is this? It is really powerful.

When Wansheng Zhenjun and others were repelled by one move, Mo Wentian had already taken action at the same time. Now, if he didn't take action while Benlei Zhenjun was a little panic and at a loss, he would have no chance when he realized it.

Mo Wentian stretched out his five fingers and formed a knife, slashing hard at the true master of Ben Lei from afar. The power was like a sea of ​​anger, rushing down the mountain, killing like a training-like kill. One wave after another, and the power continued to emerge, as if the knife was slashed countless times.

The Flying Slash of Angry Sea was overwhelming, and it had a certain effect of restraining the thunder technique. At this time, he also made a sudden move, which made people unable to defend against it.

"Boy, be honest."

But at this moment, the golden paper mother-in-law didn't see any movement, so she flashed in front of her. She threw out the golden scissors in her hand, and the blade immediately intertwined in the air, as if she was about to cut Mo Wentian's finger off, so that the originally unstoppable attack would immediately stop.

Mo Wentian's expression changed slightly. He reached out and slapped his other hand, slapped the head of the true Lord of Thunder, preparing to shoot out the Fire Burning Heaven Palm and kill the man in his palm.

But the golden scissors in the air suddenly surged in the storm. The scissor blade seemed to break through the air with two sharp arrows, and it was twisted directly towards his neck. The change occurred in the flash. Even at Mo Wentian's speed, it was difficult to guard against.

"Damn it, this old woman is so awesome."

Mo Wentian was shocked and immediately made a mistake in his footsteps. His clothes were windless and he danced, and a low dragon roar came from his body. He showed the steps of the dragon riding the wind, trying to dodge and escape.

Unfortunately, he did not sacrifice the magical power for life after all. Although it was enough to save his life, the huge golden scissors passed by and actually cut off a strand of his hair.

Mo Wentian was a little shocked. This old woman was really powerful and was even half better than the innate Marquis. If she hadn't practiced the craftsmanship of the Dragon Riding Wind, she might have been injured and cut it off at this time.

While he was standing still with lingering fear, a hoarse and dark laughter suddenly came, and the golden paper mother-in-law had already grabbed the scissors in her hand, and Mo Wentian's hair was falling into her palm. Her turbid eyes stared at it, and her eyes were filled with coldness.

"Old lady, what are you doing to grab my hair?"

Mo Wentian's face looked a little bad, and he quietly operated to see the opportunity. His intuition made him feel that this matter was extremely strange and there was a hint of danger.

"Boy, your strength is not weak, and it is extremely rare to have such cultivation at a young age. You should be a genius in cultivation. I really don't want to do the things that kill geniuses."

Grandma Jinzhi's hoarse voice was helpless, she shook her head and said with a wry smile: "Today I will leave a strand of your hair, and my life will be pinched in my old hands. If you don't listen to the orders of the Eighth Prince, you will definitely die and die."

Her words were firm, as if Mo Wentian was really being held in her hands, and the Eight Prince and others also sneered repeatedly. Looking at Mo Wentian's eyes, it seemed that they were looking at a cold corpse, and they believed the old woman's words.

Mo Wentian frowned tightly. Although he felt something was wrong in his heart, his expression seemed disdainful and said coldly: "Eight Prince, this true Lord Benlei is the second elder of the casual cultivator alliance and is a wanted criminal in Zheng State. Although the Eight Prince has a noble status, he cannot cover him up. If he is spread out, it will probably be unfavorable to the reputation of the Qin royal family."

"you……"

The Eighth Prince's face turned dark and he couldn't help but was about to have an attack, but when he thought about it, he hesitated in his heart. Although this boy was extremely hateful, his words were not without reason. The small Zheng State was naturally not worthy of evidence, but it would damage the reputation of the Qin royal family and would be questioned by his elder brother.

As soon as he thought of this, he immediately shook his head and said, "Boy, what kind of casual cultivators' alliance? I don't know anything about it at all, and this fellow Taoist also met by chance on the road, so it shouldn't be the true Lord of Benlei you mentioned."

Although the Eighth Prince wanted to make excuses, how could Mo Wentian make him happy? He laughed and said, "It is said that the true Lord Ben Lei is the root of the thunder spirit, and he practices all the thunder attribute magical powers. Who is this friend of the Eighth Prince? I will try it out, wouldn't I know? I hope the Eighth Prince will not stop him, otherwise I may be a little confused."

As soon as Mo Wentian finished speaking, when the Lord Benlei seemed to wake up suddenly and suddenly shouted: "Eight Prince, fellow Taoists, I have important things to do, so I will not accompany you!"

While speaking, the true Lord Ben Lei made a mistake in his steps, as if the wind and thunder suddenly rose, and his whole body flashed and he crawled into the clouds. The originally calm white cloud seemed to be driven by lightning, and it immediately changed and disappeared like a turbulent storm.

"The thunder cloud treacherous step, the ultimate thunder attribute magical power used to escape, dare you say you are not the True Lord of Ben Lei?"

Mo Wentian sneered, and immediately slapped the treasure bag on his waist, urging Liuyun Feishuo magic weapon, and was about to catch up and kill this person.

But at this moment, Mr. Budai laughed and said loudly: "Boy, the Eight Prince has something important to ask you. You can't be so disrespectful. Stay here and reply with such a good life!"

Before he finished speaking, the broken pocket in his hand was raised high, and a violent hurricane immediately emerged between heaven and earth. Mo Wentian was in the middle of the vortex. The unrivalled power made it difficult for him to escape. He was immediately pulled back to the ground and could not chase the true Lord of Ben Lei.

"you……"

Mo Wentian's expression changed drastically and he said angrily: "Eight Prince, what do you mean?"

The Eighth Prince looked extremely cold and said coldly: "Boy, what is your identity? You dare to frame me. If you let you leave alive today, wouldn't all the fellows in the world think that the Qin royal family can be bullied?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his eyes to Zheng Yuer's cheek and laughed sinisterly: "True Lord Tianyu, this kid is disrespectful to me, so he will kill him today. If you are willing to follow me to the King of Qin City, you will be spared and spare his life."

This eight prince is a romantic prince, who travels among the beauties of various countries day and night. He has never seen any kind of woman. When Mo Wentian appeared here, he had already discovered that this person had an unusual relationship with Tianyu Zhenjun.

It is common for him to bully men and dominate women, and he has never done anything to kill husbands and seize his wife. When the Master Benlei distracted the magic of the Master Tianyu, he saw the style of True Lord Tianyu and regarded this woman as a forbidden body. How could he allow others to get involved? Just this point, Mo Wentian would not live tomorrow in his eyes.

What's more, this kid is annoying. Not only does he have the identity of the True Lord Ben Lei, but he also repeatedly offends himself in words. He deserves to die. If he doesn't kill him, he will not be able to calm his anger. But before killing this person, of course he has to play with him.

Zheng Yuer's face changed slightly. The Eighth Prince's power was huge and it was not something he and others could compete with. This person was really hateful and threatened Wentian. If he did not agree to him, Wentian would probably be unable to escape this disaster. But if he agreed, he and Wentian would be worse than death. If he really couldn't do it, he would have to fight to the death.

As soon as he thought of this, Zheng Yuer's eyes immediately flicked, and he stared at Mo Wentian's eyes in the air, but he saw the firm expression in each other's eyes. Life and death will never be separated, and the two of them have long since disappeared.

Zheng Yuer immediately turned her head and was about to shout, and completely tear her face with the Eighth Prince, but at this moment, a thunder sounded out from the sky.

It seemed like a bolt from the blue, a big hole was broken through the clouds, and something fell from afar, smashing to the ground with a loud bang. The mask was broken and rolling out from inside, and a human head actually appeared in front of him.

The eyes on the head were blurred and difficult to tell. The lightning seemed to flash. It was obviously burned out and burned. But the people present were all Jindan True Lord. He had already discovered with his spiritual sense that the owner of this head was not someone else, but the true Lord Benlei who had just left here.

In an instant, the fairy sounds in the sky were floating, and the sounds of cranes sounded immediately, as if several powerful golden elixir monks were floating here.
Chapter completed!