“Ah~”

The sound of shrill roars were endless. The Five Spirits God-killing Formation was originally a mixture of peerless Killing God and the Trap Formation. With the entry of Killing Gods like Mo Ran and Lian Xiang, it added to its terrifying characteristics.

With a long sword in hand, Mo Ran was like a demon god again. Each sword would take away several lives. Then, Mo Ran would fill all the souls of the dead gods into the three thousand worlds to replenish the consumption of the energy.

At this moment, Mo Ran did not temper the body by sucking the soul, but allowed it to be used by the Three Thousand Worlds to give himself the greatest supplement.

In the three thousand worlds, the purple and green energy between heaven and earth rotates wildly, and the three divine cards Wufeng automatically rise up.

For several days, Lianxiang ordered his Zerg children to constantly bite the Yuanpo ore veins. Every time they bite, they would put them into Moran's three thousand worlds. The three divine cards are worthy of being gifted by the innocent old man. Whenever Moran's Yuanli is out of power, they will take out a small amount of Yuanpo he stored, use powerful pressure to crush it, and turn it into infinite Yuanpower to support Moran's almost exhausted Yuanpower.

In this way, although Mo Ran's Yuanli cannot improve his own cultivation, he can provide Yuanli without limit until the moment when the Yuanli is exhausted.

Yuanpo, for a powerful warrior who has just entered Tianwu, the amount of Yuan power it contains is so huge that it will not be easily used up. Therefore, Mo Ran didn't care whether his body lacked Yuan power. He just killed him in absolute way, and suddenly became a peerless killing god in the Five Spirits God-killing Formation.

"Cunfen Fist~"

"Bang~"

When he swung out one punch, he was majestic and had a strong internal strength. The fist shadows flew, and it had reached hundreds of times.

This martial art, once known as a legendary level on the continent, was once known as the legendary level of martial arts. With the support of the divine energy, its power and momentum instantly increased by hundreds of times.

Each fist shadow can defeat a powerful god who is terrified. No matter whether he is a first-level or a middle-level, under Mo Ran's strong fist wind, it is like a crisp bamboo in the wind, and it will be broken with one bang.

"Absolutely flash~"

"Puff~"

The sword light about ten feet long was filled with steaming white air, which was the effect of Yuanli atomization. This sword was swung, and there were countless casualties and countless ten fingers.

"receive."

Mo Ran roared, put all the dozens of souls into his body, took a deep breath, and rushed towards the crowd again.

"Ah~, devil, help me, I don't want to stay here."

"Let me go, please spare me."

"Devil, he is the devil, Mo Ran is the devil."

The shouts and exclamations kept ringing in the formation and spreading to the outside world. The high-level gods present were trembling and creepy.

"It's really him." Yan Ping clenched his fists, his anger rose to the extreme, and his clothes were affected by his momentum, and the wind bulged.

"Sir Yan, save me~"

In the formation, Yan Ping's helpless rescue voice came, which appeared for only a moment and disappeared immediately. Then familiar voices sounded, making Yan Ping unable to hold it anymore.

"Brother Meng, I can't stand it anymore, I'll go down first." Yan Ping was ruthless, ignored the rest, and raised his foot and wanted to step into the valley.

Meng Lei was shocked when he saw this and hurriedly grabbed Yan Ping and said, "Mr. Yan, no, we have not figured out the structure of this formation now. If you rush on, wouldn't you die?"

"I can't watch my subordinates die in front of me one by one." Yan Ping roared furiously.

"Sir Yan, you~"

Meng Lei was about to persuade him, but suddenly, a very familiar voice came from the direction of the valley.

"Meng Lei, save me, so many bugs."

"What?" Meng Lei was shocked when he heard the sound: "Little Master?"

At this point, Meng Lei realized that Wu Yuliang was no longer by his side, and now Meng Lei could not control himself.

The death of Mr. Wu is enough to make Wu Xing kill all directions. If even Wu Yuliang dies, his general, probably would have to go to the underworld.

"I'll go with you."

No longer dissuading Yan Ping, Meng Leihu was shocked and a huge mace appeared in his hand.

"Heavenly Artifact?"

When the high-level gods saw the mace here, they were shocked: "No wonder, no wonder Meng Lei was able to enter the Zilu Tian List when he had just entered the high-level god. It turned out that he still had a heavenly artifact."

Yan Ping turned his head and saw the mace with blue light all over the body. He immediately exclaimed: "Thousand-Toothed Pestle?"

Meng Lei's mind was murderous and nodded: "That's right, it's the Thousand-Toothed Pestle."

"It seems that our hopes are a little bigger this time." With Meng Lei's affirmation, Yan Ping's fighting spirit became stronger.

Looking back, Yan Ping looked at the Xu Luohong and others who were still hesitant and asked, "Everyone, now it is not just about attracting the Palace Master Wu himself. You all see what Mo Ran does. This is a provocation to the defensive siege of Luo Yan City. Are you still planning to stay here?"

After Yan Ping asked this, the strong men's eyes gradually became firmer, but they still had no decision.

At this moment, suddenly, a figure rose up in the middle of the valley, and actually stepped on the void and rushed out of the formation.

This person is nothing else, it is Moran.

The blue shirt was already ragged, Mo Ran was graceful and domineering. The black flames in his hand were filled with a hideous cold light, and on his left hand, he was even carrying a limp human-shaped object.

"Yan Ping, Meng Lei~"

Mo Ran grinned, and he didn't realize that there was still bloody blood on the corners of his mouth. He licked his lips like a devil, and said with a crazy smile: "You forced me to this point. Today, Mo Ran will collect some interest. I will give it to you."

As he said that, Mo Ran threw the humanoid object in his hand and smashed it at Yan Ping and Meng Lei with extreme precision.

"Peng"

The heavy object fell to the ground and splashed dust all over the sky. When everyone looked at it, the human-shaped object had already bleeding from seven orifices, his eyes were turbid, and he lost his vitality.

"Little master~"

"Young Master of the Wu family~"

"Hiss~"

When everyone saw this, they immediately took a breath and said to themselves: "This Mo Ran is simply brave. Not only did he kill Wu Lao who had just flew into Tianwu and killed the Guiling Hall, but he also caused hundreds of casualties at the southern city gate. Now he was chased to Wanku Mountain, and he used his formation and tricks to attract thousands of powerful gods to come here to die. He designed a great killing. This is not over yet. He didn't care about the background of the Wu family at all, and killed Wu Xing's only son Wu Yuliang. This kid is simply ~, he is simply a devil's reincarnation."

"If this person is not eliminated, not only Luo Yan will become a laughing stock in the Nine Realms in the future, but he will also become a joke in the Tianwu Realm."

The anger rose endlessly, and with Mo Ran's arrogant actions appeared in front of the powerful. There were more than a dozen high-level gods who came here, all of whom were trembling with anger.

"Moran~"

Everyone looked at Mo Ran, gritted their teeth and called out his name with resentment.

Mo Ran lightly pointed his toes and leaned over the top of the mountain again, looking down at these strong men who were far stronger than him, glanced at the corner of his mouth and said contemptuously: "Hmph, are you all going to die for me? If so, don't be cowards."

"Swish~"

Mo Ran reached out to point to the valley and said arrogantly: "I have the kind of people entering the formation, but I have no kind of people to go back to my old nest, haha, high-level gods are powerful, but that's it, haha~"

After Mo Ran's crazy laughter, the man was once again immersed in the Five Spirits Divine Punishment Formation.

The strong men on the mountains were furious and could not bear it anymore.

Meng Lei held the Thousand-Toothed Pestle in his hand, his eyes were blood red, and he looked directly at the dark mist and said, "We, go down."

Yan Ping nodded, looked back at the only follower he left, and shouted: "You stay here and wait until Qi is old and join the formation."

"yes."

Although the follower was also a mid-level god, he had already trembled after seeing Mo Ran's peerless weapon. If Yan Ping hadn't been in front of him in the field, he would have been frightened and fled. He heard that he didn't have to join Yan Ping in the formation, and he respectfully took the order.

In the Five Spirits God-killing Formation, Mo Ran rushed into the Fire Spirit Formation as soon as he saw Lianxiang transforming into a huge beetle. When he swallowed and sucked, he introduced countless souls into his body. The scene was so spectacular that it was indescribable.

"Get out."

He kicked away a powerful first-level god with low strength. Mo Ran came to Lianxiang and said, "Lixiang, how are you?"

Seeing that it was Mo Ran, Lianxiang quickly turned into a human form, her face flushed, and she looked at Mo Ran excitedly and said, "Thank you, Master, I have sucked a lot of souls. It won't take long to break through to the realm of the divine general."

"Okay." Mo Ran shouted loudly when he heard this, "Now come with me, and leave these little people to your children. We have a distinguished guest here."

"Distinguished guest?" Lianxiang was stunned when she heard this, but immediately laughed and said gratefully: "Thank you, Master, for your fulfillment."

Mo Ran smiled slightly, and with a thought, he immediately took back his soul and pulled Lianxiang back to the center of the formation.

At this time, Mo Ran no longer needs to worry about the center of the formation. There is a Yuanming Blood Moon Wheel that is raging like a life harvester, taking away one life after another that has lost its mind.

Mo Ran returned and saw that there were only more than ten people in the center of the formation. His eyes became cold and the powerful Yuanli of the Three Thousand Worlds surged out wildly. Mo Ran held the knife in both hands and danced hard.

By then, a huge sword light would be bent into a semicircle and slash out in all directions with awe-inspiring momentum.

"Peng~"

More than ten lives burst into large blood flowers in an instant, sprinkled from the sky and fell on Mo Ran and Lian Xiang, but it seemed as if it was not aware of it.

Mo Ran said: "Stay here, let's welcome guests together."

Lianxiang nodded gently, her figure swayed, and suddenly changed her body, a huge red heart-eating beetle.

On the other side, Mo Ran put his hands on his hands, and his fingertip seal quickly condensed and pointed forward.

"Big array, start."
Chapter completed!