"Dangdangdangdang..."

The arrow shot on Mo Xuan but made a sound of metal and iron clashing, and it was blocked and fell to the ground. The physical defense forged by Mo Xuan's body with the body of a great success or above was not worthy of ordinary arrows tickling him.

However, Mo Xuan had to pay a price regardless of whether these arrows hurt him or not.

After twisting his body and rushing, Mo Xuan rushed to a purple mansion monk. The purple mansion monk was shocked and raised his arm that shot the sleeve arrow before he could put it down when he saw a huge fist enlarged in his eyes.

With a "bang!", the monk in the Purple Palace had no time to let out a shrill scream and was blown into his head with a punch.

The scream came to an abrupt end!

Seeing this, the others were so scared that they turned around and ran away.

But, can you escape?

In the Burial God Mountain, magic cannot be used. These purple cultivators are mortal bodies. How could they run past Mo Xuan, who has a successful body?

After a while, with a few screams, everyone except Zhou Tong was destroyed.

However, after delaying for a while, Zhou Tong was almost running away.

While chasing, Mo Xuan shouted behind her, "Son of Zhou, why are you running away? Aren't you thinking about me all day long? Now that I'm here, are you unhappy?"

Zhou Tong heard it and pretended that he couldn't hear it or spoke, but he just ran faster.

There are no roads in the dense jungle, and there are not even paths. It is easy to get hurt if you walk slowly, let alone they are running fast like this now.

So, in a short while, both of them became unkempt and madmen.

The clothes became beggar's outfits, the hair became a chicken coop, the face and arms were covered with scratches and strains, and a faint smell of blood spread.

Just as Mo Xuan was about to catch up, a beast roar suddenly sounded: "Roar~"

At the same time, agile figure rushed out and rushed towards Zhou Tong first.

"Damn!"

Mo Xuan was shocked!

Of course, the one who was even more frightened should be Saint Chou.

Zhou Tong shouted: "Ah! Get out~"

I don’t know what breed this beast was, like a cat or a leopard. It has a very persistent personality. It bit Zhou Tong’s shoulder and no matter how Zhou Tong beats and scolds him, he will not let go.

Seeing a man and a beast rolling and fighting on the ground, Mo Xuan suddenly felt a little unaware of who to beat, so she simply restrained her breath and leaned against the big tree on the side to watch the show.

Let’s fight! After you decide the winner, it’s my turn to play and end it for you!

However, it was obvious that Mo Xuan made the wrong plan, how could the Sage of Zhou Da make his fisherman profit?

Only a sound of "swish~"

A familiar round bead hit him.

"I'll go~ no..."

What kind of hatred or grudge?

Mo Xuan didn't expect that Zhou Tong could not take care of himself and could still take time to give him a thunder.

"Boom~"

Crazy...

The two of them hugged each other a large tree that was blown up in the waist and broke into pieces.

Mo Xuan looked at the fate of the big tree, and was still scared. If he hadn't been avoiding quickly, he would have probably ended up with his own fate.

"You uncle Zhou Tong..."

Mo Xuan stopped watching the show and rushed forward and kicked the cat and leopard away, swung his fist and greeted Zhou Tong in the face.

"Tear~"

The ferocious beast that looked like a cat and leopard was also a tough character. Mo Xuan almost kicked his butt and didn't even let go. He tore off a large piece of meat on Zhou Tong's shoulder and left.

Zhou Tong let out a muffled groan. Although he didn't scream, his face was distorted in pain.

Seeing Mo Xuan's fist hit, he could only barely turn his head to avoid the vital points.
Chapter completed!