The demon ape shouted loudly and immediately shrank his body, trying to leave. But he saw the thunder lotus shining on the nine heavens, and the petals scattered everywhere, striking away with the power of destroying the world.

"break!"

"Destroy!" Two anger sounded, and two figures appeared in Yuanyang Peak. Behind them were the eight-armed Moro, as if they were reaching the sky and trying to fight to the sky.

The purple thunder turned into a vast ocean, sweeping a hundred miles in a radius, and the lightning surging, leaving even black marks on the space, with great power that is immeasurable.

"The underworld falls, the demon destroys the blue sky!" But one of the figures saw long black hair dispersed, red light flashing in his eyes, and the eight-armed Moro figure behind him transformed into magic, with a height of 160 feet. The black mist evaporated, the demonic energy spread, the red light soared into the sky, and the eight-armed Moro figure roared to the sky. Then the eight big hands shot out into the void, condensed the demon patterns, turned into a mountain, and suppressed the sea of ​​thunder.

"Mo Luo stepped on the sky, and thousands of ways collapsed!" Another man also shouted angrily, and even a mouthful of infant fire was sprayed out of his mouth, and then the rolling demonic energy condensed and turned into a vast sea of ​​fire. The appearance of the Mo Luo behind him was ten feet or eight feet high, which seemed not to be intimidating, but the power contained in it was above the hundred feet of demonic energy. The sea of ​​fire was boiling, the demonic energy circled, and then a black firebird of a thousand feet large rushed out of it.

The firebird rose up, but it was a Bifang. Although it was not a real creature, it had a great spirituality. Bifang's long sound, the sea of ​​fire condensed for a hundred miles and turned into a pillar of light to the sky, and there were all demonic fires inside. But the mountains covered the blue sky, and the pillar of light soared into the sky, which was very powerful to erase the thunder.

"Xuanhuang Mother Qi" Zhou Heng snorted coldly, how could he watch the other party break Lei Jie's posture? He pinched his hands with his hands, and his magical powers were fully displayed. A space was broken above the sky, and a mysterious and yellow aura fell from it. With the simplicity and vicissitudes of life, covering the world, can destroy all spirits.

"Summon, the true form of the Demon Luo!" Two more sounds came from the Yuanyang Peak, and the infinite demonic energy was triggered. The entire Yuanyang Peak, a radius of seven thousand miles, turned into a large formation. This formation isolated the heaven and earth, and unconventionally urged the great trend of the heaven and earth, mobilized the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth, but circulated on its own, using the infinite demonic energy as its origin. Then the two figures flashed and each stood in a corner.

Seeing this, the two Nascent Soul cultivators who had sacrificed the magical form earlier used teleportation techniques without hesitation, each standing in a corner. Then the four of them sacrificed their magical power, and all the disciples in Yuanyang Peak sat cross-legged, with demonic energy rushing up from the heavenly spirit. Thousands of disciples cohesively, and the demonic energy surged. A shadow of eight-armed Moro gradually condensed in the center of the formation.

Moro is fierce and has always existed in myths and legends. Even monks have always thought it was just a story. Now, we can see the existence in ancient myths, even the Nascent Soul Ancestor is still dying. The eight-armed Moro can open up the world and possess truly supreme power. As for how strong he is, Luo Yuan guessed in his heart that he might at least have the cultivation of a true immortal.

At least you can destroy the sun and moon in every move, and use the stars as dust to disperse such terrifying means, even the powerful ones who refine their void are not far from that.

Luo Yuan still looked at it calmly, then chuckled and said, "Do you think we will let the eight-armed Moro take shape in front of us?"

After a word fell, Luo Yuan raised his hand and slashed away a sword light, howling the world, shattering the mountains and rivers, and trying to kill the whole world!

Lei Yunzi exerted force and stimulated the thunder fire sword path, and the thunder fire transformed into the sea of ​​thunder, the two complemented each other, and their power increased in an instant.

Gui Yunzi narrowed his eyes slightly, the long sword in his hand flashed coldly, and his magic power surged. In one move, the sword fell from the sky was thrust out, and the sword light shone, shocking the ten miles of rivers and mountains.

The monks of Zhou and Lei also joined forces, thunder moved to the sky, the mysterious yellow world, and the mother's energy fell with the power of suppressing the eternal period. Thunder was like the world of destruction, reborn, vitality and destruction merged and transformed continuously.

Old Man Wan Zhu held the whisk in his hand, and his cultivation was circulating, and he threw it towards the person above the eye of the formation. The whisk lit up, and the filaments flew, hooking the stars outside the sky, arranged and arranged, and the starry light filled, splendid and powerful. The attack of the ancient treasure of Tongtian was naturally extraordinary, and this was the way of the Supreme God Transformation.

Guang Wuzi turned his palm and a broken long bow appeared. The bow body was covered with cracks, which were left during the war that year. He bent his bow and arrow, and it was as if he could shoot down the sun and sun. An arrow wing broke through the air, as if it could penetrate the space and shoot straight into the black-haired man's eyebrows. If this blow, even the Nascent Soul monk would die and die, and then it turned into a handful of loess, leaving only dry bones. This arrow penetrated Guang Wuzi's lifelong Taoism and a hundred years of hatred.

The gray aura appeared outside Chang Hezi's body, and the ancient sword behind him reappeared. He sprayed his blood on it, and the sword buzzed, and then the sword body trembled and turned hundreds of feet away. The one he was going to kill was thousands of disciples sitting cross-legged in Yuanyang Peak. As a sword cultivator, he naturally had a keen insight. The thousands of disciples were also the key to the transformation of the eight-armed Moro, so how could he tolerate it?

The red and blue lights of martial arts rose up all over his body, which was a high degree of unity of energy and spirit. But when he saw him swing a punch, his fist would open the world. Even if he was dozens of miles apart, he could still open a mountain. His physical attainments were extremely powerful. Even if the great monk of the Yuanhou of the Yuan Dynasty had to be shocked when he saw this punch, his physical strength was powerful, far beyond that of ordinary monks.

However, Dan Tai Xuanya did not take action, just staring quietly from the side, but she was playing with a jade slip in her hand. With just a thought, she could blast out a real unparalleled attack, which was a magical power of Dan Taihua. In fact, if it weren't for Luo Yuan's idea, she could have thrown out the jade slip from the beginning of the Blood Moon Sect, one sect and one jade slip, and no grass would grow wherever she passed.

Not to mention that the shadow of the Eight-Armed Moro has not yet condensed, even if Hao Chengzi is still there, plus the phantom of the Eight-Armed Moro, it is not an opponent of Dan Taihua's attack. This is a qualitative difference, and it is definitely not a general quantity that can be compared.

As for Qin Fa, he did not take action, but controlled the three warships and each shot another time.

After counting the breath

There is no peak at Yuanyang Peak, and there is only a deep pit within a radius of 7,000 miles. Even the corpses are left behind. Under the golden elixir, the corpses are gone and all turned into ashes. The Nascent Soul Cultivators completely dissipated, leaving only broken bones, proving their past existence.

Looking at the ruins in front of him, they were seven thousand miles in a radius and turned into a Jedi. I don’t know that it was Luo Yuan, but except for Dan Tai Xuanya, everyone was in a daze and looked dazed.

"Hahahaha, so happy! Great pleasure! From now on, as long as you Luo Yuan is still there for one day, I will always stand on your Liuyun Sect!" Guang Wuzi held his forehead with his hand, roared to the sky, and tears flowed in the tiger's eyes. He never thought that one day he could kill the opponent, and even more could he defeat Yuanyang Peak and avenge great revenge.

Chang Hezi's body trembled, and the big sword in his hand seemed to be as heavy as a pound, and even he couldn't hold it. He didn't say much, but just bowed to Luo Yuan, without saying much, and was in his heart. And dozens of days later, Chang Hezi's figure appeared in front of a tomb in the Tianjianmen burial area. He fell down a pot of wine in front of the tomb, put down the big sword that had been following him for thousands of years, took off the sleeves of the heads, and gently placed it in front of the tomb.

I saw the tombstone with blood seals and wrote "The Tomb of Beloved Son He Changqing". A generation of geniuses once competed with Luo Yuan. Even Luo Yuan's talent could not completely cover his light, but he ended up like this.

Changhezi left, Guangwuzi also left, and the cultivators of Liuyun Sect were in a daze. They took revenge and should have laughed happily, but now, no one can laugh. They still remember that they laughed while crying, but now they laughed and cried. Those people were far away from them after all. No matter how many enemies they killed, they could not get the rebirth of their deceased relatives.

Luo Yuan remained silent and did not speak out. He handed over the heaven and earth to the cultivators of Liuyun Sect. For them, what they had to do was to get avenge for great revenge, and what they had to do was to return to the cultivation again. However, for Luo Yuan, it was different, because he had only reached the first step of revenge. For him, this was not the focus, it was just a starting point, and another beginning. Although Hao Chengzi was powerful, Yuanyang Peak was indeed mysterious, and compared to the Wuji Demon Lord, and compared to the Balance Sect, he was just an ant.

His road is still long, and there are too few people who can accompany him. At this moment, Luo Yuan was lonely, because within a few days, he would definitely set out again. And this time, even the old man Wan Zhu would leave him, go to the Han family to enjoy the joy of family, and protect his descendants. As for the Zhou Lei family, Master Yuanli, Liu Geqiu, and Master Wu, they would stay in Yuanmeng and strengthen themselves. They would become the foundation for Liuyun Sect to leave Zhao State and gain a foothold in Wuya.

And he will embark on a long road alone, not knowing where to go or where the end is. He still cannot do his promise to Dan Tai Xuanya, and now he has the reputation of being a husband and wife, but he dare not be a husband and wife. He is worried that he will die and will delay the other person's life, even if he knows that Dan Tai Xuanya's heart for him will not change.

"This time, don't even think about leaving me behind. No matter what, I will be by your side, at least I can protect you." Dan Tai Xuanya stepped forward slowly and held Luo Yuan's hand. This was the first time she spoke so tough.

Luo Yuan's body trembled slightly, and then slowly closed his eyes. He didn't know how to speak. He did not dare to refuse because he was afraid of hurting his wife's heart, but he did not dare to agree, for fear of losing his wife's life. He could only remain silent and remained silent for a long time. After a while, he nodded but did not respond. He just said, "Let's go, first go back to Liuyun Sect to live for a while, and then go to Zhenhai Sect."

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