"Hmph!" However, Wang Teng just sneered and didn't care about it at all. He pinched his fist with his other hand, and blocked the palm with a golden light.

His palms continued to cast off, and finally he finally hit Mo Shaoyang's head with a bang, like a watermelon exploded, and blood and brain plasma sprayed everywhere.

Mo Shaoyang's headless corpse twitched a few times, then fell head-on in a pool of blood and died on the spot.

"Ah, young master!" Zhu Lao's eyes turned red in an instant, like an old lion who was in a rage.

He roared and rushed towards the king, like a sun falling from the nine heavens, shining brightly on all directions.

With his realm, he is at least in the eighth level of the God realm. After all, Wang Teng is only at the peak of the sixth level of the heaven. There is still a big gap between him and he cannot be his opponent.

Bang!

The terrifying aura swept across, and Wang Teng was immediately shocked and hit a cliff not far away, with a mouthful of blood spilling out of the corner of his mouth.

"Wang Teng, today I want you to experience the most painful criminal law in the world!" Old Zhu's face looked ferocious like a ghost, and rushed over again, his five fingers were like an iron hook, approaching Wang Teng at a very fast speed, with a strong cold air.

Xuan Xun changed color and was full of anxiety. She bit her silver teeth and was about to rush forward to block the attack for Wang Teng.

"Old Zhu, stop!" However, at this moment, a majestic voice was passed down from the Nine Heavens.

The Holy Lord of Tianshan is here, bathing in the rays of light, like a god coming to the world, making the entire spiritual land resonate, as if he could not bear the pressure of his and was about to explode.

At the same time, a powerful pressure overflowed from the surface of his body, blocking Zhu Lao and retreating for a few steps.

"Saint Lord, what are you doing? He killed my young master of the Mo family. Today I want him to pay his life!" Mr. Zhu gritted his teeth and said.

Now he no longer has the indifferent and super dust that he remembers as his disciples in the Holy Land of Tianshan.

He watched Young Master Mo Shaoyang grow up and regarded him as half of his direct grandson.

He died like this, and the hatred was too great.

"Yes, kill Wang Teng and pay for my brother's life!" At this time, Mo Pingshang also stood up and said in a stern manner.

After a period of recovery, he has improved a little.

Watching Wang Teng wipe his brother with his own eyes is a deep hatred for blood and irreconcilable.

"Enough!" The Holy Lord of Tianshan shouted coldly, but Mo Pingshang was shocked. Then he turned to Zhu Lao and said, "Old Zhu Lao, please be more rational. Mo Shaoyang came to ask Wang Teng for trouble. He shouldn't have been the first to be the first. This is not the fault of Wang Teng!"

"What do you mean is that my young master ended up like this?" Mr. Zhu's pupils suddenly shrank and said, "Saint Lord, why are you helping an outsider?"

"I just do things and not people. It is because I am the Holy Lord that I have to discuss things on the matter." The Holy Lord of Tianshan shook his head and said.

He saw Mo Shaoyang's style and habits in the holy land.

If Wang Teng did not kill Mo Shaoyang, Mo Shaoyang would definitely not let him go.

After all, this is all caused by Mo Shaoyang's arrogant and domineering nature.

He turned a blind eye to Mo Shaoyang's arrogance. Now it seems that those indulgences have hurt him. "Saint Lord, what does it mean? Are you really not going to avenge Mo Shaoyang?" Old Zhu's voice became a little stern, and he trembled all over his body, saying, "Don't forget, Shaoyang is my Mo family temporarily living in your Tianshan Holy Land. If he is in your holy land, you will be like

Why explain to my Mohist family!”

The Mohist school has a certain relationship with the holy land of the Tianshan Mountains and the ancestors.

Because the Mo family has always lived in seclusion, they placed Mo Shaoyang in the holy land of Tianshan Mountain to play a role in training.

The Mo family would never have imagined that this kind of experience has changed.

Mo Shaoyang is too arrogant here and has become a little overlord. With no one to punish him, it is better to study hard in his own Mo family.

"Hmph, Mr. Zhu, are you threatening me with the Mo family?" However, hearing this, the Holy Lord of Tianshan couldn't help but snorted coldly, as if the thunder in the sky was exploding. The sky was filled with lightning and thunder, and the scene was very terrifying.

All the disciples of the Mo family were trembling.

The current strength of the Holy Lord of Tianshan has reached a level that people cannot imagine.

Once you show your power, this is a disaster for normal people.

Zhu Lao also changed his color. Although he was an elder of the Mo family and had great strength, he was still afraid of the Holy Lord of Tianshan.

"Old Zhu, it is precisely because he is a disciple of the Mo family that I have been spoiling him and rarely ask for anything. As a result, you have been indulging him again and again. He has his current fate and has something to do with you." The Holy Lord of Tianshan said lightly.

When he said this, his tone was a little cold.

He knew a lot of what Mo Shaoyang did in the holy land.

Even some murders.

If it weren't for Zhu Lao, who would have protected him every time, he would have had the surgery on him long ago.

Old Zhu's face turned ferocious, and his whole body was trembling with anger, and he said, "Saint Lord Tianshan, you don't need to shirk responsibility at this time. You just don't want to avenge Mo Shaoyang, right? Then I'll do it myself, you don't have to worry about me!"

After saying this, he gritted his teeth suddenly, turned his head and rushed towards Wang Teng again, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"Boom!" However, with a wave of the sleeve of the Holy Lord of Tianshan, he shook Zhu Lao back again.

Zhu Lao shouted angrily and said, "Saint Lord Tianshan, what do you mean?"

"Mo Shaoyang, you have to blame yourself, and Wang Teng is not at fault!" said the Holy Lord of Tianshan.

He seemed to be disgusted with the Mohist style.

"You... OK, are you going to tear your face with my Mo family?" Old Zhu pointed at him and said word by word.

The Holy Lord of Tianshan snorted coldly: "You don't have to use the Mo family to intimidate me. Today, even if your Mo family leader comes in person, I will do the same!"

"Arrogant!" Old Zhu was immediately angry. The head of the Mo family was their spiritual pillar and was not allowed to blaspheme. He said immediately: "Okay, then I'll see, how many tricks do you, the Holy Lord, have, dare to say such arrogant words!"

Zhu Lao stayed in the Holy Land of Tianshan for many years, but only knew that the Holy Lord of Tianshan was a bit unfathomable, so he was polite to him on weekdays.

He also has absolute confidence in himself, so he is actually not particularly convinced of the Holy Lord of Tianshan who is almost deified by others.

boom!

After speaking, Zhu Lao rushed towards the Holy Lord of Tianshan. The red light behind him was like a wave, as if carrying a vast ocean.

In an instant, he came close to him and grabbed the face of the Holy Lord of Tianshan with one claw. A strong wind immediately erupted between heaven and earth, blowing the mountains resonated. Zhu Lao's power was indeed terrifying, and his realm was at least in the eighth level of the heavens.
Chapter completed!