MTL - The Mad Cultivator-~ Outer volume 67: 3 Jianping Holy Land

Volume 67: Sanjianping Holy Land

"Then don't blame me for being cruel and hot." The person finished speaking, with a faint golden luster on the six arms. Then, the six arms flew out suddenly, and he wanted to use his arrogant body to crush the magical sealess body.

But he knew there was no immortality in Mo Wuhai's body, not to mention such an attack, even if tens of thousands of arms flew together, Mo Wuhai would not be afraid.

Mo Wuhai didn't get up from the chair at all, but took the six punches stiffly.

Six big fists hit his chest like a meteor, as if a sledgehammer hit a boulder and made a dull snoring sound.

He withdrew six arms, and there was a tear-like pain all over his body, as if thousands of knives were cutting his meat.

He lowered his head and looked at his arms, completely shocked, and saw that all six arms were covered with fine cracks. It's like it's broken at any time.

Mo Wuhai looked at him at this moment, and there was still a fascinating smile on the corner of his mouth. To others, this was a kind of ridicule from the winner to the loser. Maybe, only he knew it, he would have this smile.

The opposite person looked at his arm, a flash of fierceness flashed on his face, his eyes became blood red, and from his mouth, a muffled roar of beasts was heard, and then his whole body swelled, making a crackling noise.

In the end he turned into a blood-red giant ape, whose two palms were two peaks. The two mountain peaks are golden and bright, and the thunder and lightning are lingering above them, just like two huge lightning balls.

Mo Wuhai slowly got up, and then his body also skyrocketed. Mo Wuhai took the lead and Mo Wuhai and the great ape rushed at the same time to fight in the middle.

Mo Wuhai's two arms tightly grasped the giant ape's two arms, then the six arms danced, six big fists, and regularly hit the key points of the giant ape. Then the giant ape was suddenly thrown into the air. Wu Hai's body stood up, and he stepped on the chest of the giant ape fiercely.

The giant ape fell to the ground, the huge impact, and the sacred place of shaking began to shake.

At this time, the talents under the stands found that the people who turned into giant apes had been torn apart. The blood ran on top of the ring, and the **** smell was full.

Mo Wuhai calmly made it to the chair, and his mouth still had an evil smile on his mouth. As if it was not a life that died in his hand.

This is indeed the case. Mo Wuhai was a soul before, and the fundamental willingness to become a strong one is that countless souls have been devoured by him.

The devoured souls all kneeled in front of him, looking forward to his love. Because those souls cannot grow stronger, they want to see more beautiful places, so they contribute their lives and become the king in their hearts.

We haven't entered that dark world, we can't feel the longing of those lonely ghosts, we haven't lived in a color world, and we don't understand the hope of these people at all.

This is also a fate, a mission, and a meaning of existence. Everyone has a different destiny, and is destined to have a different ending.

Sometimes you feel strong, but when you reach the end, you realize that your whole life is to give someone a foot, and this is your ultimate destiny.

Mo Wuhai sat on the chair and looked at the blood on the ground. Only the two golden giant mountains were still shining with powerful thunder and lightning, as if the thunder and lightning inside were endless.

Mo Wuhai raised his hand, and the two peaks turned into two golden streamers, falling on his palm.

The corner of Mowuhai's mouth slightly lifted, and two palms rose from his palm, wrapping the two peaks.

The purple flames were surrounded by thunder and lightning, and the scene was indeed a bit gorgeous.

Gradually the giant mountain was melted, the two peaks merged, and finally turned into a broad sword. The broad sword was covered with thunder and lightning, and it was surrounded by a layer of blue flame.

However, this magic soldier did not have an edge. Perhaps, Wu Wuhai likes the sharp edge of the sword.

After Mo Wuhai stood up and his arms were intertwined for a while, his six arms actually melted into the two arms, making his arms stronger and stronger.

After he walked in the void and walked out of the ring, he stood in the void to face the Holy Land.

For many, the Holy Land is an inviolable place, and for his Holy Land it is nothing, because he is not a demon, what is the Holy Land to him?

He held the sword in both hands, his momentum continued to soar, his whole body was in full swing, and his whole body was burning with the flame of war.

He said to the Holy Land, "The Holy Land in your eyes, in my eyes he is nothing, because there is no strong person, so I want to rewrite history today, so that the Holy Land becomes the past history. And I am the person who rewrites history. I want Become the Emperor of the Demons. "

Mo Wuhai turned into his own appearance, with long hair flying, and the domineering king appeared on his handsome face. It seemed that everything was so vulnerable and so fragile in his eyes.

The magic sword is like a golden light, which directly bombarded the large array of holy places. The light curtain of the formation method looks like a water polo, rippling in a circle, and finally broken.

The second sword, coming, seemed like countless dragons going out to sea, interweaving and wandering, and finally turned into a golden dragon, splitting the Holy Land directly from the middle.

Countless people flew out of it with anger, they held weapons in their hands ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ they want to make this person who does not know the height of the earth pay the price.

The holy land is the foundation of the demon tribe. Since the existence of the demon holy land, no one will allow the holy land to be destroyed. This is their hope and the proud capital of the people in their holy place. Every demon tribe strives to be a holy place.

Today, some people challenge the dignity of the Holy Land. This is a kind of despise, a mockery, and a trample on the dignity of the Holy Land. Such people must die, and they must be tortured for thousands of years.

Every holy man was red with eyes, and flew towards here quickly.

At this time, Mo Wuhai moved, and the corner of his mouth slightly trembled and the broad sword in his hand struck again.

The broad sword turned into a blaze, covering the sky, and then shot suddenly. The huge sword body directly photographed the mountains of the Holy Land into fan powder. Everywhere was caught in the billowing smoke.

"Today, I will wake you up, sealed by the bright world, and abandoned by the whole world. You actually have a face tortoise in the holy land, eager to be strong. You demons are not worthy of demons, you are in my eyes That is the ants. Anyone can slaughter. "Demon Wuhai relied on his sword and shouted. The voice echoed for a long time.