The formation on this arena is difficult to leave traces on the aftermath of the saint's battle, and Chen Rui is only one eight-line, how could he have such a method?

However, the rules simply do not allow the use of external objects beyond their realm, but this flame burst out from Chen Rui's own body. Everyone saw it and could not find any problems.

Emperor Ming's face looked a little ugly. He thought he was able to capture everything and grasped everything. He thought that Chen Rui was already a corpse, but he was slapped in the face in a flash. This was not an ordinary embarrassment.

Although he won, he did not have any joy of victory. Standing there, the dark mist was lingering around his body and flowed back. His body gradually solidified and his body became balanced again.

Chen Rui's strange means did cause trouble for him. If he did not deal with it in time, he would be assimilated into that black mist.

Just now, he thought he could suppress Chen Rui in a flash, so he ignored the changes in his body. Now he really has to deal with them.

Chen Rui on the other side had been teleported out. He sighed in his heart that the art of luck is indeed just an auxiliary method. To be precise, the art of luck has very low effect in combat.

[The Book of Qiluo] once said that the real power of Qiluo is that it is accompanied by time. It affects the rise and fall of a family and a force, which is the terrible part of Qiluo.

The benefits for a creature's short-term impact are very low. For example, just now, a total of ten dragon-level energy uses to curse the Emperor of the Underworld, but it only caused some changes in his body.

Even the luck that is blessed on oneself will not be well developed, but without those luck, it will be difficult for oneself to continue to bless you.

Chen Rui thought about it, then sighed. The way of luck has declined for too long and there is no systematic knowledge at all.

When they returned to the VIP room, the eyes of several people looking at him were quite strange, especially Hou Xin, whose eyes were almost touching him.

"Chen Rui, have you taken some holy medicine? Why did you become so fierce?" Hou Xin howled at the top of his throat.

"I have always been so fierce, and I still have to take holy medicine?" Chen Rui walked with his relatives unrecognizable, holding his head up and his chest held high.

"Little Fairy, I'll leave it to you next." He patted Mo Xian's shoulder and said in an old-fashioned manner.

“………”

Facing Mo Xian's eyes without any emotion, Chen Rui shrank his claws back and said embarrassedly: "What, are you sure?"

"Just one sword!" Mo Xian said calmly, "But after one sword, I will lose my combat power."

“…”

Chen Rui curled his lips, then what are you pretending to be like this?

"It's okay, we have already thought of a countermeasure." The old war god said, looking at the Sun and Moon Twin Wolf who was unwilling to take a look at Chen Rui's Sun and Moon.

The two wolf heads of the Sun and Moon twins raised up at the same time: "Yan Moyang, Princess Chi Qian and others have already ended. As long as this Mo Xian is really that strong and defeated the Emperor of the Underworld, the rest of the people are not worth worrying."

The most powerful genius was defeated, and the remaining people, Sun, Moon, Twin Wolves, could no longer be dealt with, so this name would be lost.

They were still talking, and Mo Xian had already stepped onto the teleportation array.

In the ring, Emperor Ming frowned at the Mo Xian who had just appeared.

"A seven-patterned person is here to die?"

He could clearly feel the weak power in Mo Xian's body, just a matter of a halberd.

Even in the audience, there were boos.

"Is Liang Chao admitting his defeat?"

"After all, it's just a small force. Even with the support of the ancient country, there is a certain gap between it and the big forces such as the Black Demon Sect."

"Don't underestimate this person. It is said that he once slashed Mingyue with one sword." Some people think that Mo Xian should not be underestimated.

"That waste from Mingyue, I can do it if I go to me!"

…………

Mo Xian held the sword in his arms in his hand, his eyes calmly, raised his head and looked at the Emperor of the Underworld, and said indifferently: "The black fog on your body reminds me of some very bad things."

Mo Xian's tone was very indifferent, as if he was just explaining a very ordinary thing.

Emperor Ming felt a strange feeling. Mo Xian's tone made him feel very uncomfortable, and then he sneered:

"If you start, you don't have the chance to admit defeat!"

Without further ado, Emperor Ming took action, and the halberd in his hand broke into the sky, carrying a tremendous force, mixed with black mist, like a pitch-black meteorite falling.

Mo Xian's eyes flashed, and he drew his sword with his right hand. The scabbard was very simple, it was jade-green, with only a slight pattern decoration, but it had a kind of Taoist rhyme.

The sword light suddenly appeared, and there was only this ray of light in the world. Everyone could see that behind Mo Xian, there was a swaying green lotus blooming, growing in chaos, proudly in the world, a lotus in the eternal chaos!

A sword light appeared in the green lotus, cutting through the eternal chaos. Everyone was silent because it was difficult to describe the intent.

Everyone even had a feeling that this was a real thing. In an unknown and unpredictable era, there was such an eternal green lotus that cut through the chaos.

Even the old God of War was so powerful that he stared at it with his eyes wide open, with runes rising and falling in his eyes, trying to guess what.

As the face of Emperor Ming under the sword light changed drastically, he could clearly feel that his body was trembling and fear.

In an instant, a rich black mist surged out of his body. This was his strongest trump card, and he used it without hesitation.

On the ring, the blue sword light slashed down, accompanied by various terrible visions. Ordinary people would be confused when they glanced at it, and even monks felt shocked.

The halberd had no resistance under the sword light, and was directly chopped in half and then slashed towards the Emperor of the Underworld.

The black mist in front of the Emperor of the Underworld turned into a shield, and the dark runes flashed, causing waves and vortexes.

But Emperor Ming's face did not ease at all, and even his inner fear was intensifying.

"The black fog is in fear?" Emperor Ming was shocked. He could feel that it was the fear of the black fog that made him feel so deep.

Finally, he wanted to open his mouth, but found that he could no longer move. Under this sword light, he lost all his power of resistance.

This is a terrible thing. He is two lines taller than the other party, but this situation is incredible.

However, what King Ming felt even more frightened was that the black fog actually broke away from his control and was sucking his essence and blood. Widths of scarlet blood were swallowed by the black fog, and his body was withered in cultivation.

He was depressed in his heart. It was precisely because when he was fighting against Shen Rui that the black fog had temporarily escaped from control, so he was now completely escaped from control.
Chapter completed!