Chapter 1082: War Mo Luo

"boom!"

"puff!"

The moment Mo Luo was repulsed by Feng Wuchen, Mo Tian made a fierce and ruthless punch, and at the same time it hit Yin Yang Heaven Soul’s chest with a bang. The violent and terrifying power shattered Yin Yang Heaven Soul’s chest, and the latter gave a mouthful of blood. It sprayed out, and the figure flew out like a cannonball.

The severely injured Yin Yang Heavenly Soul was unable to support it, and his consciousness was blurred.

The Yin and Yang Heavenly Soul smashed heavily on the distant ground, crushed due to the extra bones in his body, the internal organs were seriously damaged, and the body of regeneration had lost its effect.

"Blue Moon! Do it!" Mo Tian suddenly shouted, and swooped down fiercely with the Tian Mo spear.

"call out!"

At the same time, Lan Yue offered a fairy sword, and Qianying shot out.

"Not good!" Mo Luo's old face sank slightly, feeling the Yin Yang Heavenly Soul's breath getting weaker, and his heart secretly worried.

"If you want to save him, defeat me first." Feng Wuchen said flatly.

"Unreasonable!" Mo Luo's old face twitched, glaring at Feng Wuchen. In this case, he couldn't save Yin Yang Heavenly Soul.

"Boom!"

"Buzz!"

With one shot and one sword, the two of them plunged into the chest of Yin Yang Heavenly Soul at the same time, and with a bang, blasted the ground out of a big hole.

Yin and Yang Tianhun died tragically.

Yin Yang Heavenly Soul has calculated for most of his life, but he hasn't calculated that he will end up like this in the end.

"Motian! Kill it well!" Liu Qingyang cheered and cheered.

"Motian, thank you." Lan Yue looked at Motian gratefully, there was no hatred in her beautiful eyes, only gratitude.

The grateful look in the eyes and the thank you, shocked Mo Tian. This is the first time someone has said thank you to him since he was born.

A warm current surged into my heart, and Mo Tian felt that kind of comfort for the first time.

"No...you are welcome." Motian said with great difficulty, this sentence is also the first type of Motian's heart.

"Motian, good job." Feng Wuchen's light laughter came.

"Feng Wuchen?" At the moment when he heard the words, Motian's expression was shocked, he suddenly looked up at the sky, and said in amazement: "Are you out?"

Obviously Motian only noticed the existence of Feng Wuchen. He had fallen into a state of no self before, and only wanted to vent his anger and hatred.

"Do you only know now? Big Brother Feng has been out for a long time! He also helped you stop Mo Luo." Liu Qingyang couldn't help but twitch.

"Feng Wuchen, thank you." Motian thanked him in gratitude. Without Feng Wuchen's help, Motian would not have the opportunity to take revenge, let alone the powerful cultivation base he has today.

"No thanks, I didn't help you. It is your own effort to have today's cultivation base." Feng Wuchen smiled lightly.

"The Yin-Yang Heavenly Soul is dead, the great vengeance has been reported, and I should end it too. If there is an afterlife, I hope we can become friends." Motian smiled and said that he was controlling the Heavenly Demon Spear to float.

"Motian..." Lan Yue's pretty face changed slightly, but she didn't know how to stop her.

"call out!"

Motian slowly closed his eyes, and the magic spear emitting black light, under Motian's control, fiercely shot Motian's chest pain.

"This guy is here for real!" Seeing this scene, Liu Qingyang was shocked.

However, after waiting for a long time, the Demon Spear hadn't penetrated his chest pain, and he couldn't help but open his eyes.

"This..." The Sky Demon Spear hovered in front of Mo Tian, ​​motionless, and was being stopped by an invisible force. Mo Tian looked towards Feng Wuchen in shock.

"If you want to be friends, you don't need to wait for the next life, can't you do it now?" Feng Wuchen looked at Mo Tian and smiled.

Ling Xiaoxiao smiled and said: "Your changes are obvious to all."

"I also saw a different Motian." Liu Qingyang smiled, looking at Motian with a sincere smile.

"I don't like you, but I don't hate you either." The Devouring Tiger said, although he was imprisoned by the Demon Race for many years, it was not the work of Demon Heaven.

"Although you are the Young Master of the Demon Race, what I see is a strong, unyielding, upright man!" Soul Blade smiled, but he did not reject Demon Sky.

Seeing the smiles of the people in the Dragon God Alliance and the Dragon Sovereign and others, Motian's heart was extremely moved, and his eyes moistened.

The sincere smiles of everyone were the first time Motian had seen him in his life, and it made him feel that he could not speak.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Mo Tian was extremely moved. He didn't know what to say except to say thank you.

Motian never thought that Feng Wuchen would accept him as the Demon Race Young Master.

"Feng Wuchen, young master of the Demon Race, you dare to protect yourself, aren't you afraid of causing dissatisfaction with countless cultivators in the mainland?" Mo Luo asked with a sneer.

Feng Wuchen smiled lightly and said, "This will not bother you."

"Buzz!"

The divine power of the heavens slowly speeded up its urging, the bright golden light flashed, and the domineering and terrifying power soared into the sky, the mainland violently shook, and the entire void seemed to become a golden space.

The monstrous aura, as if it was transformed into substance, almost suffocated everyone.

"What a terrifying breath!" Long Tianzhan and others were terrified, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

"The aura of the true **** of the leader is more terrifying than Mo Luo!" Yunyouzi exclaimed in horror.

"Brother Feng is set to win!" Liu Qingyang said excitedly, with the urge to roar up to the sky.

Everyone in the Dragon God Alliance was ecstatic.

However, Ma Luo's expression remained unmoved.

"The power of the divine power is indeed not weak, come on, let the venerable see your strength." Mo Luo sneered, not only not afraid, but looking forward to it.

"As you wish." Feng Wuchen sneered, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he shot out without hesitation.

The wind and dust have a terrifying speed, surpassing the existence of dozens of times the speed of sound, creating a storm-like wind.

"call out!"

Feng Wuchen's figure appeared abruptly on the left side of Mo Luo, a fist containing destructive power, fiercely blasted up.

Mo Luo frowned slightly, and Sen coldly said, "The speed is really not easy, and the supernatural power is also overbearing."

"boom!"

"Buzz!"

Feng Wuchen blasted out with a punch, Mo Luo's figure instantly turned into a black mist and dissipated. With a bang, the terrifying power was earth-shattering, spreading across the entire continent in an instant, scaring countless cultivators away.

Mo Luo's speed is not slower than Feng Wuchen, and it can be avoided, which is enough to prove.

"Feng Wuchen, don't underestimate the strength of this venerable." Mo Luo's figure suddenly slammed down above Feng Wuchen's head.

"Really?" A mysterious evil smile evoked from the corner of Feng Wuchen's mouth, and the power of the third stage of the Supreme Body was urged, and Feng Wuchen's breath instantly rose.

"Look at your full strength!" Feng Wuchen suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he greeted him with a punch without hesitation.

"boom!"

In an instant, the palm of his fist slammed, with a loud bang, Mo Luo's expression changed in vain, and his body was directly blown out by Feng Wuchen.

"How is this possible! He can actually increase his strength!" Mo Luo was shocked.