Journey to the West: The Golden Crow Sage

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God Killing Spear, come out!
Mo Chen's eyes flashed brightly, and a long spear with a purple head and black body was already in his hand. The body of the spear was full of strong star power and endless murderous aura. Just looking at it with insufficient cultivation would make you shudder.

call out!
The God Killing Spear turned into a big black dragon in Mo Chen's hands. The big dragon opened its teeth and claws, with a ferocious face, rolled in the air, and then bitten towards the menacing black giant hand, but the big hand seemed to have expected it , Seeing the black dragon attacking, he wanted to shrink back all of a sudden.

Come and want to go?
Mo Chen sneered in his heart, his palms trembled slightly, the black dragon groaned towards the sky, the speed suddenly accelerated, and suddenly rushed to the side of the big hand, not allowing him to dodge at all, it was about to bite.

"How courageous!" A furious voice came from the air, and then another big black hand came through the air, and with a bang, it slammed into the black dragon seven inches away, and the big black dragon immediately became A dead snake turned into a god-killing gun, and Mo Chen felt a powerful force coming from his hand, which was comparable to Wang Lingguan's attack. He let out a muffled snort, and his hands felt numb.

Those big black hands succeeded in one blow, but instead of attacking again, they retracted them. At the same time, a stream of black light shot out from the top of the mountain, and stood in front of Mo Chen in the blink of an eye.

It was a burly man with a black face, wearing a black dragon robe and the crown of the Emperor Yin, and he had an aura of calmness and prestige. The most eye-catching thing was the hands of this man, which were extremely black and full of coldness. The evil spirit of death does not resemble the hand of a living person at all, but the exuberance of blood in this person's body is rare in Mo Chen's life.

"Where did you come from, how dare you trespass on this king's resting place!" The man asked, staring at Mo Chen with blazing eyes.

Mo Chen gave a cold snort of disdain, and then said: "This is obviously the fairy world, when did it become a resting place for you, a person of the underworld?"

At the same time, Mo Chen secretly sent a voice transmission to the white fox: "You go to the little monk Jueqiao first, I will drag him here."

The white fox glanced at him, and then walked towards the direction Mo Chen pointed, not worried whether he was the opponent of the Yin Tianzi in front of him, after all, in his eyes, Mo Dust was the king of the monster clan who had even killed the Emperor of Heaven. Holy, in heaven and earth, what can stop him?
"Oh, do you recognize me?" The big man ignored the white fox and just stared at Mo Chen with a hint of doubt in his eyes. They usually live in secluded places, even the ghosts of the underworld may not be able to recognize his identity Come.

"I know, why don't I know, Your Excellency is Yan Jun, the wheel-turning king of the wheel-turning palace who controls the six realms of reincarnation, right?" Mo Chen said firmly. Originally, he was not sure about the identity of the person in front of him, but the day-traveling god sent him a message. Combining the information of the person in front of him with the combination of the death energy of the underworld and the exuberant blood evil energy, he can guess the identity of the person in front of him with great confidence.

"That's right, since you know this king, how dare you come against me?" said the Wheel-Turning King.

Mo Chen laughed out loud again, and he said: "You witch man is interesting, you sent someone to capture my demon clan, and you said that I was against you, why, your witch tribe has retreated to the underworld for a long time, and you have learned to spout blood ?"

A hint of sullenness flashed across the face of the wheel-running king. In the fight just now, he tried out that the person in front of him was quite strong, otherwise he would have punched Mo Chen to death. The words are all to test Mo Chen, to see how much he knows, but this monster dares to speak out to provoke him, it is really unbearable!

"The thief is looking for death!" The wheel-turning king yelled angrily, and a thick blood surged into the sky. He swung his big fist, and the pitch-black fist carried a terrifying death aura, tearing apart the surrounding space, and facing him head-on. Mo Chen hit him.

Ever since the Wu clan lived in seclusion in Yinshan, the underworld, and Empress Pingxin ordered him to be the wheel-turning king and rule over the six realms of reincarnation, no one has ever dared to act wild in his face like this!

Mo Chen looked at this punch that was far more powerful than the big hand just now, and couldn't help curling his lips. This witch clan really has no brains, and it is just like the legends, brave and fierce, irritable, and he just cursed , can’t communicate happily?
This is really laughing at a hundred steps at fifty steps!Could it be that the monster clan is better than the witch clan?

People from these two clans are pure-minded, impulsive and warlike, otherwise how could the Lich War break out?
This time, Mo Chen didn't take the punch head-on. Although he is also physically tyrannical, he has always been used to using his own strengths to overcome the enemy's weaknesses.

I saw his mana running according to an inexplicable trajectory, his figure moved lightly, and in the next instant, the man had moved from the fist of the wheel-turning king to behind him, and with a lift of the god-killing gun in his hand, he slammed into the back of the underworld Yan Luo. He stabbed hard.

If this god-killing spear is aimed straight, with murderous aura pouring into his body, no matter what kind of witch clan he is or Yan Luo, he will be cut to pieces by endless murderous aura in an instant.

Seeing Mo Chen under his fist disappear suddenly, the wheel-running king was startled, but at the same moment, the hair on his back suddenly exploded, and a strong sense of fatal crisis rose from his heart.

"Get out of here!"

A muffled yell that seemed like Huang Zhong Dalu, just like the thunder of the Nine Heavens exploded in Mo Chen's ears, the rolling sound wave brought a gust of wind, and the vegetation and soil clods near the two were immediately shattered by the sound wave, Mo Chen Chen only felt a shock in his mind, and the god-killing gun in his hand stopped for an instant. The wheel-turning king seized this opportunity, punched back, and hit Mo Chen hard.

Mo Chenru was struck by lightning, and he flew backwards.

Boom!

With a loud bang, a big hole was smashed into the ground.

With one punch, the Wheel-Turning King was still waiting to make a move, when suddenly there was a suppressed angry voice in mid-air: "Take it for me!"

Before the wheel runner could react, his whole body was swallowed by a strong suction force, and he was submerged into a purple-gold gourd in the blink of an eye.

Mo Chen picked up the gourd plug, blocked the mouth of the gourd, patted the dirt all over his body, his face was full of displeasure, and wanted to borrow Shun Buyin, the wheel-turning king, who knew that this person actually mastered the law of voice, and almost Was given to Yin by him.

Although the people of the witch clan only cultivate the power of the body, when the body is strong to a certain extent, they will naturally comprehend their own principles, just like a cultivator who has cultivated to the peak of the gods. Mo Chenguang pays attention to the body of the wheel king , but ignored the principles comprehended by others, and suffered a dull loss.

He shook the gourd, and cursed secretly: "Wait until it turns into pus and blood!" Then he hung the purple gold gourd around his waist, and swaggered towards the Buddha's light that he had just seen with the eyes of the God of Delusion on the mountain. ...

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