The holy land of Tianshan Mountain was very prosperous in ancient times and was not inferior to the Mohist school.

Now the holy land is gradually becoming lonely.

The Mo family has always been ambition and means "swallowing" the holy land of Tianshan Mountain.

The senior executives of the Mo family have talked about this with the Holy Lord of Tianshan many times, and he politely declined every time.

He could feel that the Mo family had gradually lost patience and would sooner or later break up with him. Strictly speaking, Wang Teng's affairs were just a fuse.

Xuan Xun was also a little disappointed.

People in the Holy Land have always felt that they were the best friendly forces with the Mo family. Unexpectedly, this good friend would stab someone behind his back.

"What should I do? Isn't it inevitable that the Mo family army will arrive?" Xuan Xun changed his pretty face.

"That's not the case. With me here to guard, they may not dare to act rashly." The Holy Lord of Tianshan sneered and said.

There was a strong sense of confidence in his tone. At this moment, his whole body seemed to be shining, and his words were filled with a supreme spirit.

Xuan Xun nodded, knowing that the Holy Lord has the capital to say such words.

"But, Wang Teng, you have to go out to avoid the limelight, this is the truth." At this time, the Holy Lord of Tianshan suddenly said.

Wang Teng is here for a day, and people from the Mo family will come to him.

"Okay!" Wang Teng nodded, knowing that he could not be here anymore, otherwise it would only cause trouble to the holy land.

The next day, he said goodbye to the Holy Lord of Tianshan.

Xuan Xun came to see her off, with tears in her eyes and hugged Wang Teng tightly.

She and Wang Teng were separated like this at the beginning. Although they were reluctant to part, they understood that following Wang Teng at this critical moment would only implicate him.

The only thing she can expect now is to wait for this time, when the limelight passes, she will meet Wang Teng again.

"You are waiting for me here!" Wang Teng smiled and wiped away the tears from Xuan Xun's eyes that were scratching his pretty face. After saying this, he bowed to the Holy Lord of Tianshan, and left directly.

On the third day after Wang Teng left, the Mo family indeed brought people. This time they brought more people, densely packed, like an army, with troops coming to the city.

"Where is that little bastard Wang Teng, let him come out and pay my life for my great-grandson in Shaoyang!" The leader is Mo Shaoyang's Xuan Ancestor!

This is an old man who has lived for endless years, his face is full of wrinkles, his face is like orange peel, full of wrinkles, his eyes are vicissitudes, and the breath of time flows out, and his momentum is amazing.

"Sorry, Wang Teng has left!" The Holy Lord of Tianshan was floating in the air and said with a faint smile.

"Leave?" Mo Shaoyang Xuanzu was stunned and then sneered: "Impossible, why did he leave suddenly!"

"If you don't believe it, you can search by yourself!" The Holy Lord of Tianshan smiled faintly and made a gesture of invitation.

Mo Shaoyang Xuanzu felt something was wrong, so he ordered someone to go down and search.

Although the Tianshan Holy Land is very large, they brought a lot of people this time, and it took only half an hour to search it.

"Report to the Three Mysterious Ancestors, there is indeed no Wang Teng in the holy land!" Someone reported.

It turns out that this old man ranks third among the Xuanzu of the Mo family.

This is a real fossil. If you are outside, you can definitely stomp your feet and make the Three Thousand Domains tremble.

"Nothing!" The Three Xuan Ancestor frowned, used his powerful divine consciousness to cover the spiritual soil of the Tianshan Holy Land.

He didn't even let an ant's cave go, and in the end he did not find any breath about Wang Teng.

"Now he should believe it. You don't have to come here to find him anymore. Please come back!" said the Holy Lord of Tianshan.

The Three Xuan Ancestor's face turned gloomy and sneered: "Saint Lord Tianshan, you did it on purpose. Do you think we won't ask you for trouble if Wang Teng is taken away?"

He paused and said, "Since that Wang Teng is gone, let me take Xuan Xun away!"

As soon as these words came out, the Holy Lord of Tianshan immediately looked dark and said, "What do you mean!"

It can be heard that there was a little anger in his tone.

"Hey, Xuan Xun, is my Mo family's wife. Although Mo Shaoyang is dead, my Mo family still has other heroes who can marry her!" said San Xuan Zu insidiously.

"Nonsai, Xuan Xun is my holy land saint, what do you think of her as!" The Holy Lord of Tianshan was finally angry and shouted coldly, and the shaking sky was shaking.

The other party is simply humiliating the entire Tianshan Holy Land!

"Hey, today, I'm afraid you won't be able to agree. I must take Xuan Xun away!" The Three Xuan Ancestor said coldly.

He was also counting on using Xuan Xun to hook Wang Teng out.

"You look down on yourself too much, why not try it!" The Holy Lord of Tianshan looked cold and said in a deep voice.

A powerful majesty overflowed from the tall and majestic body, instantly causing the wind and clouds to change color, the sun and the moon to lose light, and the universe to shake.

The mounts of countless Mo family disciples were all thumping... They instantly turned into blood mist and exploded on the spot, and the scene was in chaos.

The San Xuanzu's face also changed slightly, with a hint of anger in his eyes, and he sneered: "What a big tone, in front of me, he dared to speak like this!"

boom!

After speaking, the Three Xuan Ancestors poked out a pair of big hands and covered them directly at the Holy Lord of Tianshan. The diameter of the big hands was countless thousands of miles, as if a sky was falling.

The Tianshan Holy Land and the vast pure land have begun to collapse, as if they are about to disintegrate under this big hand.

Many disciples in the Holy Land of Tianshan Mountain are weak, their bodies trembled uncontrollably and trembled from their souls.

From their eyes, this palm is simply about to destroy the world, and the oppression caused to people is too great.

"Hmph!" However, in response to this, the Holy Lord of Tianshan just sneered and punched him. The terrifying fist carried the divine light that seemed to contain ten rounds of suns.

Next, the rolling light drowns the sky and covers the world.

Ahhhhh…

The power of this punch is too strong, invincible and domineering.

The San Xuanzu's big hand exploded instantly and shattered into blood mist. Behind him, the endless Mo family army also exploded a large area. Many disciples, including people and beasts, turned into blood mud, and died tragically on the spot.

The punch of the Holy Lord of Tianshan made a big hole in the sky, causing countless casualties.

The children of the Mo family were all frightened and retreated wildly, and the backs were whizzing cold.

This punch is like a way to destroy the universe and reverse the yin and yang, just like a god.

The shadow this caused them was too great. A few dozen miles away, an old voice came from the ruins of a collapsed mountain peak.
Chapter completed!