"Yan!"

Taking infant fire as ink and painting as the pen as the tip, don’t ask the sky to write the third word.

This word falls into the form of a world, a world composed entirely of flames.

Flashes of blue smoke rose, and even the surface of the fire began to burn, the land gradually turned red, and the hard stones melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the earth seemed to turn into a slurry river.

Fortunately, the sky and sea of ​​fire were far away from the city, but it did not affect the city walls.

"Ahhhh!"

There were shrill screams coming from the gurgling plasma, as if I couldn't bear it, and began to retreat like a tide.

“Where to go?”

Mo Wentian laughed loudly, holding a pen in the blue pen and writing in the void. The pen tip was like a flame passing through the sky. He continued to write the word "fire", which actually formed a word "flame" and fell into the sea of ​​fire. He immediately rose several feet of flames, and the rolling slurry turned into rushing down.

"Crack!"

The sound of the burning fire came, and even the air seemed to be burning, and the space began to shaking. Under such a surging flame, it seemed that it could not hold on.

A few years ago, under the Dragon Vein of Kings Mountain in Yongzhou, Mo Wentian and the Demon True Lord of the Swallowing Spirit Hall fought with the Demon Lord of the Demon Palace, he devoted all his magic power to the Dantian and barely wrote the four words "Huo Yan Yan". But today is different from the past. With his powerful cultivation level in the Nascent Soul stage, he can not only easily write these four words, but his power is also incomparable.

Moreover, he said that the method was practiced to a small success, and understood the true meaning of criticizing the pen, and could conquer the world with one pen.

Pen cutting!

The word "王" contains the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, and can judge the burning of sentient beings, and its power is of course extraordinary.

"Swish!"

The blood demon formation, the rolling plasma, was like boiling water, and a "hissing" sound came from the sound of "scrolling" that was about to fall apart. Maybe just adding a handful of dry firewood and exploded immediately.

"Good boy, a little capable!"

The vast ocean of plasma, under the continuous erosion of the sea of ​​fire, kept shrinking its position. After a moment of slump like a pool of water, it had already lost its previous surging aura.

"The Blood-Devouring True King, how could this sect's method be just these?"

Mo Wentian laughed wildly, reached out to play a token, which turned into a huge cage in mid-air, covering the world completely, and the air became imprisoned, as if a huge rock was born out of thin air, pressing on everyone's chest, and inexplicably felt as heavy as a mountain.

The token of the Dragon Pool can suppress 10% of the opponent's cultivation within a range of 20,000 miles or within a range of 30,000 miles.

Yanggang City is within this range, including the Demon-Suffering Lord and the Blood-Devouring True King, all the cultivators in the Qiang Kingdom seemed to have been opened to their acupoints, and their magic power was leaking out, and their morale dropped to freezing point in an instant.

"What's going on?"

The Blood-Devouring True King spit out the essence and blood, and blood mist was scattered in the air. The plasma seemed to eat nectar and gradually began to regain its vitality. Although it was not as powerful as before, it was still erect and looked quite loud.

The Blood Demon Array may be helpless for other early-stage cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage, but for Mo Wentian, there is not no way. The Painting Holy Pen cannot break the formation, but it is enough to suppress the formation.

Moreover, it can not only deal with the Blood Demon Array, but also use the flame slurry of the sky to deal with the Qiang army.

"wind!"

A silver hook and iron painting, with just a few strokes, the word "wind" was written in the void.

As soon as this word came out, a strong wind blew up from the ground, carrying the sea of ​​fire under the city wall, sweeping towards the Qiang army.

"Ahhhh!"

Screams rang out one after another, and the fire spread out instantly. The burning Qiang army scattered in all directions, like an ant nest that was taken away, and immediately ran away at a loss.

A fire repels tens of thousands of soldiers!

Only the True King of Nascent Soul can have such ability!

"Kill!"

On the city wall, Thunder Mountains swept down the sky, like a scorching sun falling down. At this time, the disciples who followed him were all the disciples who came to support from Wuji Sect. Although there were only a dozen of them, they all had the cultivation level of Jindan or above, and each of them controlled the best magic weapon, which was extremely powerful.

The monks of the six sects including Wuliangmen followed closely. This is a great opportunity to make achievements. No matter who it is, it can be seen that the situation is very good. Of course, such a good fight must be fought for the first place. With the disciples of Wuji Sect rushing forward, they can harvest the fish that leaked the net and will not have any danger of life.

Moreover, Wuji True King is here, and I want to show off my best performance.

"Boom!"

The city gate was wide open, and the true king of Wanjian led 30,000 elite soldiers out of the city and chased the Qiang army.

"hateful!"

The gurgling blood plasma rushed forward, trying to devour the soldiers of Zheng State and refine their blood into nutrients. Using war to nourish war is a good way to transform blood pools and the essence of the Blood Demon Array.

"When you are at the end of your strength, you dare to be arrogant!"

Mo Wentian immediately rushed down and blocked the front. He raised the flower-picking mirror with his left hand high, and a ray of light shone on the plasma. His right hand stretched out his hand in the mirror and actually pulled out a bloody head.

This human head, red hair, red eyes, and a purple face.

This person is the True Lord of Blood Demon and the Sect Master of the Blood Transformation Pool.

The flower-picking sacred mirror has the unpredictable magical power of catching the moon in the water, and can pick the head in nothingness. It can be said to be the nemesis of the Blood Demon Array.

"Boy, dare?"

In the plasma, the voice of the Blood-Devouring True King was so frustrated that the Blood Demon True Lord was his most proud disciple. He actually took off his head so easily, just as simple as taking a baby.

At this time, he had already developed the intention to retreat, but it was too late, and it seemed that there were enemies from all directions.

"call!"

On the back, a six-winged monster snake swallowed and blew the white frost all over the sky, forming a thick ice wall, as if it was about to cut off its retreat.

On the left, the snake-tail Taotie opened his bloody mouth, and seemed to have no fear anymore. He began to suck the gurgling plasma. The green fire lion and the red flame centipede swallowed and spit out the flames and helped it refine the evil energy in the plasma.

On the right, the Blood-winged Wolf King, the Marrow-eating Beast, the Ghost Mirage Demon Toad and the Five Elements Locust were also trying their best, each of whom hedged out demon pills to expel the spreading plasma.

With Mo Wentian's restraint, the Blood-Devouring True King did not dare to be distracted because he knew very well that a powerful spiritual sense was locked in. As long as he had any abnormal movement, the mirror would illuminate the back of his head.

It is really dangerous to give his back to the enemy, so he dare not act rashly.

"ah!"

With a shrill scream, the elder of the Blood-Changing Pool was removed from his head and died in Mo Wentian's hands.

"Ahhh!"

Immediately afterwards, the third and fourth elders of the chemical pool were also removed, as if a flower was removed, which was the bloody flower of life.

To be honest, the Blood-Devouring True King was completely panicked. He really didn't expect that the legendary Wuji True King was so powerful, and he was so powerful that he was definitely not an opponent of this person.

How is this possible?

Among the five elders of the Demon Sect, although he was ranked last, he had been promoted to the Nascent Soul just a hundred years ago. However, this Wuji True King had just been promoted to the Nascent Soul, so why was he so powerful?

The inexplicable formation seemed to be able to reduce its cultivation. The Blood-Devouring True King vaguely felt that the magic power was constantly leaking out, and he was almost unable to maintain the strength of the Nascent Soul Stage.

Escape!

If you don't escape, all your gangsters will be cut off, and the blood demon formation will be useless, and the situation will be even worse at that time.

"boom!"

The Blood-Devouring True King was decisive in killing and immediately made a decision. The gushing plasma pounced towards Mo Wentian, but his own body broke through the air and fled to the end of the sky.

Save the car to keep the handsome guy!

At this moment, all the disciples of the Blood Transformation Pool have become abandoned children, and they must strive for a glimmer of hope for the Blood-Devouring True King.

"Where to escape?"

Mo Wentian sneered, as if he had seen through the plan long ago, and immediately chased after Jikong.

I have to say that the Blood-Devouring True King was very fast. He seemed to be proficient in some kind of blood-escape magic. His blood-colored red light flashed through the sky. When his eyes saw it again, he was already several miles away.

However, Mo Wentian was faster. He had already sacrificed the Colorful Decoration Hall. This hall chased after it like a storm. At the cost of burning the best spirit stone, it burst out at an unspeakable speed. It seemed that it was getting closer and closer.

"The True Blood-Devouring King, you can't escape."

Mo Wentian held the flower-picking mirror in his left hand, and a ray of light shot out, shining on the rapidly passing blood-red light. The palm of his right hand collapsed, and the five bent like sharp claws, grabbing the claws on the mirror.

"ah!"

At the end of the sky, a shrill scream came, and at this moment, it was a bloody arm that fell into Mo Wentian's hand.

"Come again!"

Mo Wentian laughed loudly. He sat upright at the entrance of the colorful Linglong Hall, raised the flower-picking holy mirror high, reflecting a ray of sunshine above his head, shining the light at the end of the sky.

However, although the Blood-Devouring True King was injured, it seemed to inspire some secret escape method. His speed became faster, even faster than just now, and he could not even capture the flower-picking holy mirror.

Mo Wentian was not in a hurry. He raised all the strength of his Dantian and roared out a word like thunder.

"slow!"

At the same time, he took out a pen with his right hand, and the tip of his pen was like a dragon and a snake, and he also wrote a word in the void.

"slow!"

The mouth contains the heavenly constitution, and the pen writes the universe. This is the mystery of the mouth criticism and contains the irrefutable truth.

As soon as the word "slow" came out, the Blood-Devouring True King seemed to be obedient and became slower.

"Go to die!"

Mo Wentian held up the holy mirror of picking flowers, and a sacred light shone out, as if the cold moon shone on the earth, and the brilliance of indifference to life and death was always shrouded in the red blood light.

"ah!"

A series of screams mixed with angry screams came, but in Mo Wentian's hands, there were constant severity, broken arms, head, internal organs, etc. The elder of the decent Heavenly Demon Sect was dismembered by him.

The shrill screams, with endless unwillingness, resounded deep in the sky.

Until, when an old Nascent Soul appeared in Mo Wentian's bloody hand, all the sounds came to an abrupt end.

The True King of Blood-Devouring will not have a complete corpse until his death, and it is not Mo Wentian's cruelty.

Under the hunter, the more the prey struggles, the more miserable it will die.
Chapter completed!