v4 Chapter 23： (On) Wan Mo Shan (2/2)

Beside him, the monk in the black robe sneered, ”The Wen Zongzhu doesn't have to speak and test. Since the old man chooses to take a shot, he will naturally have the victory.”

”If it weren't for my Zhongzhou forces, they couldn't shoot at will, and they didn't need to be so troublesome. They just started asking.”

”After winning, you and I will take whatever we want. The old man only needs that thing, and half of the territory belongs to Zi Xiaozong.”

Wen Daozi was slightly relieved. Even an old fox like him had no embarrassment even if he was punctured.

Slightly laugh now, no more words.

”Sovereign, time is running out. Are we going to leave?” A monk walked out of the account, bowed his knees, and treated him politely.

Wen Daozi's eyes brightened, and he passed a little fiery color.

”Elders, I have been forbearing for many years, and now I finally have the opportunity to bring Wan Mozong down!”

”After today, this Beizhou will honor my Zi Xiaozong. All shame of that year will be repaid by the old man!”

Opening low, like a growl.

”Out!”

Wen Daozi rose up, hunting clothes, leading the elders behind him, his eyes narrowed, and he went straight to Wan Mo Shan with nothing.

As for the old man in black robes, the figure did not appear.

There are strange peaks around Wanmo Mountain. At this moment, standing full of monks, they are aware of the abnormal changes of the Zixiao Sect, and they all move slightly.

Taking Wen Daozi as an example, the 13th Yuan infant of the Zixiaozong stepped into the void, his clothes turned and fluttered, his body's breath was obscure and came out, causing the tremor of the void, the strong wind, the gloomy sky, and rain.

At the same time, thousands of monks on the ground silently marched forward, condensing a general trend, straight into the clouds.

If a tiger, there is a tendency to swallow the mountains and rivers.

Thousands of magic mountains, the prohibition is opened, the black mountain body flashes aura, the magic gas is tumbling. In the silence, such as the mainstay, there is a strong momentum, and there is no way to destroy it.

Within the restraint, monks from Wan Mozong were all in black, with a cold face, eyes turning, and murderous flashes.

At this moment, with the movement of Ling Xiaozong, the two breathed in each other's breath.

The pure and pure magic qi emanated from the body of each disciple of Wanzong, entangled and fused with each other, forming a demon cloud, rolling, as if to be condensed, turned into a demon to devour all beings, fierce.

The two tend to converge, and the void is invincible.

This time, it is two countless monks who have gathered their spiritual thoughts. Although invisible and qualityless, their power cannot be underestimated.

Strong winds stirred the situation.

Sovereign Lord of the Devil, Li Yantian was expressionless, with his hands on his shoulders, his eyes fixed, and he did not feel a little uneasy.

Although he didn't say a word, he had a general trend, spreading out of his body, permeating the surroundings, and it was awe-inspiring.

”Elders, Xu Sheng will not be defeated in today's battle. Even if I fight to the last person, I will never give up.”

”Follow me, wait for me, kill your head!”

The tone is calm and full of grandeur, and it is very exciting.

”Sworn with the Sovereign, cut off all the enemies!”

The fifteen elders suddenly drank, smashed their bodies, and rushed into the clouds.

The ten thousand monsters on the mountain are tumbling at the moment, reaching their peak.

Li Yitian lifted up his eyes, took a step forward, the fifteen elders followed, and stepped out of the ban.

Today, the two sides took a blood oath, taking the summit as the battlefield, and two **** battles.

The winner is king, and the loser is Kou.