Chapter 464 Attack

From the Mo Hand Tribe, Mo Li led the Mo Xing Army to slowly land in front of the temple in their city.

Patriarch Mo Shou came to greet him with two tribe elders.

"Brother Mo Li, you are so busy, what do you want from me?" Mo Shou is a man with a lion's head on each side of his shoulders, nearly four meters tall, like a little giant.

He had a braid with a bell tied to it, and the bell jingled as he walked.

"I'm tracking down the murderer who massacred several small tribes." Mo Li went straight to the point without any nonsense.

Mo Shou's eyes narrowed slightly: "This matter has been aroused recently, but why did you come to my place to catch the murderer? Do you doubt what I did?"

Mo Li shook his head and responded: "Another tribe was wiped out just now, and your Mo Shou tribe is the closest. I suspect that person may come to attack you."

When Mo Shou heard this, his expression turned from slightly sulky to heavy. Being able to kill so many small tribes without leaving a single person alive proved that his opponent was very powerful.

Although their Black Hand Tribe is a medium-sized tribe with a population, strong men, etc. that are much larger than those of small tribes, they still dare not be careless in dealing with such a dangerous enemy.

"How many enemies are there?" Mo Shou asked.

"Not many, probably only one person, maybe two, no more than three at most." Mo Li inspected the scene more than a dozen times and judged some basic information.

At this moment, a man with rabbit ears ran over and shouted: "Patriarch, it's bad, there suddenly was a large-scale riot in Fangshi in the north of the city. A group of people indiscriminately Killing people everywhere."

"What?" Mo Shou's expression changed, he kicked off his right foot, stepped on the void, and quickly flew towards the north of the city.

Mo Li casually ordered: "Follow me."

He also jumped into the sky and followed Mo Shou closely.

Others in Mo Xingjun showed their wings and flew into the sky. After their wings were superimposed with Dou Qi transformed into wings, their speed was actually no slower than the two Douzong warriors.

When Mo Shou and Mo Li came to the north of the city, they found that the entire street was completely in chaos.

Both sides of the battle were from the Mo Shou tribe, which made Mo Shou not know how to deal with it for a while.

He roared angrily: "Stop it! Who can tell me what happened?"

Sound waves like a lion's roar spread out under the blessing of fighting spirit.

As the sound sounded, some people paused. However, they had no intention of stopping their fighting. They seized on this flaw and continued to attack. Many people were injured or died as a result.

Mo Shou's face was so gloomy that it seemed like he could drip water.

Mo Li said from the side: "In the small tribes that were wiped out before, signs of cannibalism were also found. It is speculated that the attacker should have the ability to control others or create illusions."

"Who? Get out of here!" Mo Shou flew over the chaotic crowd and shouted angrily.

"Chief!" A man with a trunk like an elephant suddenly shouted.

He seemed to be about to say something, but was punched in the chest by someone on the side. He vomited blood and fell to the side, looking at Mo Shou in the sky, opening and closing his mouth but unable to make any sound.

Mo Shou had an impression of this man. He was the younger brother of someone in the temple's guard team. He failed in the initial selection.

With a flash of his body, he came to the man's side, waved his sleeves, and shook away the clansman who had just injured the Elephant Trunk Man and was about to kill him in pain.

"Did you find anything?"

A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of the Elephant Trunk Man's mouth, and a fatal sense of crisis surged into Mo Shou's heart.

Hot and pure light burst out, and the terrifying power spread out around him with him as the center. Mo Shou only had time to make a simple defense before he was engulfed by the small sun-like explosion rising on the ground.

In the original work, at the peak of Dou Wang, Xiao Yan went through the three mysterious transformations of the secret method of sky fire to rise to the level of Dou Huang. He defeated Yunshan with the Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus, three different fires: Green Lotus Earth Heart Fire, Fallen Heart Fire, and Bone Spirit Cold Fire.

During the Battle of the Emperor, he used these three kinds of strange fires plus the transformed fire that was slightly less powerful than the strange fires to severely damage the strength of the Seven Star Dou Sect.

During the Dou Zun period, these three kinds of strange fires, plus three thousand flames, formed a complete four-color strange fire, which defeated the ancient demon of the capital of the ancient tribe's Black Nirvana army with a higher level of cultivation.

Although Xiao Yan's own level is constantly improving, there is no doubt about the power of the Buddha's Angry Fire Lotus.

The power of the four-color Buddha's Angry Fire Lotus has surpassed the low-level fighting skill of the Heavenly Creation Palm!

In this explosion, Amon used five kinds of strange fires: Qinglian Earth Core Fire, Fallen Heart Flame, Sea Heart Flame, Bone Spirit Cold Fire, and Space Fire. Although he controlled the energy output, its power was greatly reduced, but It's not something a low-star Douzong can resist.

Mo Shou died on the spot without any resistance and turned into a charred corpse.

Seeing this scene, Mo Li's scalp went numb, and he crushed the spatial jade slip without hesitation.

A dark crack appeared in mid-air, and Mo Yanzhong slowly walked out of it. Douzun's overwhelming pressure shrouded the city, making some weak people's legs weak.

Mo Li reported to him what had just happened in a panic.

Mo Yanzhong looked calmly at the center of the explosion, next to Mo Shou's charred corpse, and said softly: "How long do you want to hide? Such a little trick can't be hidden from a strong Dou Zun."

Silver-white flames suddenly appeared in the calm void, burning a thin horizontal line, which suddenly expanded to the upper and lower sides, forming an oval-shaped opening.

Amon, wearing a black classical robe and a pointed soft hat, came out. He pinched the monocle on his right eye and casually threw Mo Shou's body into the space crack with his left hand.

He raised his head and looked at Mo Yanzhong standing in the sky, chuckling: "I didn't expect that the patriarch of the Mo family would be summoned. You really think highly of me."

Mo Yanzhong's eyes were cold, and he said: "Just relying on your hand of hiding yourself in the space crack just now, there are not many people in the Mo family who can deal with you.

"Who are you? Why do you repeatedly offend my Mo family? I don't remember provoking you. Your style of doing things reminds me of the Soul Palace, but you seem to be more ruthless. "

Amon laughed: "That's because you don't know much about our style. I can only say that the ones you met before were not ruthless enough. "

He took out a ball of soul, and the illusory soul body was squeezed into a ball, on which a painful and twisted face could be vaguely seen.

Almost at the same time, screams rang out everywhere in the city of the Moshou tribe. People wearing black robes with the word "soul" written on their clothes were killing people everywhere.

Their strengths varied, but without exception, they killed anyone they saw and wreaked havoc.

Mo Yanzhong's eyes became colder, but he didn't care about the Amons in the city. He stared at the one in front of him, stretched out his right hand, and the energy gathered to form a hundred-foot-long hand, grabbing towards Amon. This hand was not like a human palm, but more like a claw of a monster.

Amon suddenly exploded, turning into a silver flame with stars, burning in the surrounding space.

"Strange fire?" Mo Yanzhong showed some interest in his eyes and said, "It's a very good thing, I will accept it with pleasure. "

His soul power surged out and scanned the surroundings.

His brows slightly furrowed, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. In his perception, the silver flames distributed in the sky and on the ground had the same aura, as if they were all the real body, but also as if none of them were.

After a little thought, the energy giant hand appeared again, casually grabbing a place where the flames were denser.

After touching the giant hand, the flames went out one by one.

After several attacks, the silver flames were almost completely extinguished, but Amon's real body still did not appear.

This made Mo Yanzhong's face a little gloomy. In the previous fight, he found that the opponent was not strong, or very weak. It's just that the silver flame is quite peculiar, it can burn space, allowing him to use some space means that only Dou Zun can master when he is Dou Huang.

Mo Yanzhong is not a new Dou Zun, and his mastery of space is not low. Amon's barely used space ability is like a child's play in front of him, and he can break it with a backhand.

He didn't take it seriously at all, but just made a move casually, leaving Amon, who only has the strength of Dou Huang, without any resistance.

But the problem is that after Amon turned into a silver flame and exploded, Mo Yanzhong couldn't find Amon!

After extinguishing the last silver flame, Mo Yanzhong said with some anger: "Damn, I was tricked. "

He attacked with anger, and black dots appeared on his palms. These dots flew away from his palms, rushed into the sky, and turned into black balls.

The balls fell like raindrops, accurately hitting the Amons who were wreaking havoc in the city, smashing them into pools of meat paste.

Mo Yanzhong thought he was tricked and that a Douhuang had escaped from under his nose by some unknown means. In fact, he had killed all the Amons here.

The reason why he felt that each of the silver flames around him had the same aura and he couldn't tell where the main body was hidden was because Amon activated his innate ability. "Split", he turned from a whole into scattered, weak flames.

This can effectively increase Mo Yanzhong's number of attacks and delay time.

Mo Yanzhong's face suddenly changed. The jade slip in his Mo family's land was touched.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the space next to him. With a wave of his hand, a temporary space channel was formed and he stepped into it.

When he returned to the clan land, he saw a mess. Most of the city where the clan land was located was blown up. The center had been razed to the ground. The soil was crystallized in large areas due to the high temperature, and it was emitting hot steam.

"What happened?" He gritted his teeth and said.

An old man with one arm missing and half of his body charred walked slowly. He said hoarsely and bitterly:

"I don't know. Suddenly there was a big explosion. We didn't even see who the enemy was. There were several people."