The years when I created the ancient heaven

Chapter 162 Thunder Tribulation
To be honest, until now, Mo Chengjun has not figured out whether this blue bat is a bat monster or not?

Or is it simply a monk equipped with a magic weapon like a bat wing?

But no matter what, now that he is dead, he didn't say a second word.

This is the lethal power of Yangshen Ascension to Immortal Realm Great Sword Cultivator.

Even if this can only be regarded as a casual blow by Sword Master Qingcang.

At this time, Mo Chengjun was already outside the cave, standing in the void, with white clouds scattered under his feet, supporting his body so that he would not fall.

And around him, there is still Qingcang sword energy that has not been completely squandered, although it is fading rapidly, there are still remnants after all.

Mo Chengjun watched the white jade sword talisman on his fingertips slowly turn into fine sand and drifted away with the wind, feeling distressed.

This sword talisman is said to have the power of only one blow, but it really only has the power of one blow.

After one blow, don't even leave a thought!
A good hole card, just gone, you want to say that Mo Chengjun doesn't feel bad?
Shit, that's a pain in the heart!

However, when Mo Chengjun began to look around, his eyes suddenly widened.

Because, as far as the eye can see, there is a sea of ​​sand.

The yellow desert is really like an ocean, extending to the end of the field of vision, without any vegetation, the wind is howling, and the sand blown up is like a billowing mist, and the air is filled with this dry and dead breath.

This is where?

After Mo Chengjun came up with this idea, he already understood that this place is definitely not the original boundary, let alone within Galaxy Sword Sect.

At the same time, the scattered flesh and blood of the blue bat killed by Mo Chengjun turned into black smoke in an instant, gathered in one place and dispersed, revealing a wooden sculpture wrapped inside.

That is definitely an extremely rough wooden figurine sculpture, as if it was a carpenter's casual 'graffiti' work.

But you can vaguely see a figure similar to a blue bat, but it looks a bit abstract, and you can't tell it's the same person at all.

Then, with a bang, the wooden figurine shattered into countless pieces and fell downward.

However, a hand, an extremely skinny hand that looked like a chicken's claw, waved in mid-air, and the breeze blew, gathering these fragments together and holding them in his hand.

This hand obviously belonged to the blue bat that was supposed to die.

At this moment, looking at the handful of sawdust in his hand, he felt so distressed that his facial features were almost twisted into a ball.

Even the wronged ones cried!

He turned his head, stared at Mo Chengjun fiercely, and said with snot and tears: "You, you, you pay me, you have to pay me!"

Mo Chengjun's scalp was about to explode from his stare.

He knew that his current expression was definitely very exciting, but he couldn't help it, because the scene in front of him was too horrifying.

He was sure that it was the blue bat that had just been killed, not a substitute, and he could clearly see every inch of the flesh being torn apart by the sword energy.

It's just that now, the blue bat is alive, but what's 'killed' is a wooden sculpture?
What kind of weird supernatural power is this?
Simply, someone answered for him.

I saw Yue Siming driving a ray of light to the green bat, patting the green bat's shoulder, whispering comfort, and explaining to Mo Chengjun: "It's really this way that made Master Mo effective." The Death-Extending Curse' is too precious.

Even the Xiandu faction couldn't find a few.

What's more, because this woodcarving has to be conceived with painstaking efforts, over time, it is as close as raising a son. "

Mo Chengjun pointed to the green bat and asked, "Then, what's his situation now?"

"He, after his son died, you have to allow him to be sad for a while." Yue Siming shrugged:

Mo Chengjun had already calmed down quickly. He looked at the blue bat that was crying loudly, and then at Yue Siming, who claimed to be Butian's disciple, and couldn't help but sighed: "You guys, you are really well prepared!"

Yue Siming was still calm, nodded and said: "Although Master Mo has hardly been out of the mountain gate for so many years, but in your position, if the sect doesn't give you something to save your life, it's unreasonable.

It's just that I didn't expect it to be this white jade sword talisman!
Even if this thing was made by Sword Master Qingcang, not to mention how precious the materials are, even a finished product would cost ten years of morality.

Just because of this sword talisman, the 'Curse of Prolonging Life for Death' we prepared is not in vain. "

"What about here?"

Mo Chengjun pointed around: "What's the situation here?"

"We are 'inviting people' in Galaxy Sword Sect, so the biggest problem is not to alarm other people.

Therefore, some extraordinary measures have to be used.

Therefore, the most precious treasure brought by the green bat is this Hengsha mustard seed bowl.

There is a saying in Buddhism, one flower one world, one leaf one bodhi.

Therefore, we are still within the Galaxy Sword Sect, but not only within the Galaxy Sword Sect.

So, can Master Mo understand? "

This is really a bit of a mouthful, but of course Mo Chengjun can understand, to put it bluntly, it is a treasure like a cave.

Although I don't know what the Hengsha Mustard Seed Bowl looks like, there is no doubt that it is by no means an ordinary magic weapon that can have such a large independent space, and even magic weapons may not be high enough.

From this point of view, they really calculated this 'kidnapping' to the extreme.

Up to this moment, Mo Chengjun couldn't help showing a wry smile. Once upon a time, he only felt that within the Galaxy Sword Sect was the safest place.

It is impossible for the ups and downs of the outside world to fall on his head.

But now, since he really has a little reputation, someone has plotted against him in every possible way.

And in a sense, they really did it with great success.

After a long breath, Mo Chengjun suddenly said: "So, until now, the reason why you are willing to tell me so much and explain so much to me is actually delaying time, right?

This Hengsha mustard seed bowl should take a certain amount of time to start? "

Yue Siming smiled brighter: "That's right, it is a spiritual treasure after all, if you want to be an envoy without attracting attention, you should be more careful, so it will naturally be much slower.

But, just a few breaths ago, the alms bowl has been fully opened, so, Master Mo, let's just grab it and save yourself the pain of flesh and blood. "

"Skin pain? Aren't you going to invite me?"

"That's right, if the 'stand-in woodcarving' of the green bat is not broken, then we really invited you, and we have to respectfully tie you up.

But now? "

As he said that, Yue Siming looked aside, and saw that the green bat had stood up, and his face was still full of snot and tears, which were everywhere.

But his expression has calmed down, not as sad and uncontrollable as before.

He stared at Mo Chengjun, his eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse: "I know you can't accompany me, but I will make you regret destroying my wood carving."

Mo Chengjun didn't panic, but suddenly said: "Actually, Brother Yue, when you answered every question, I knew you were delaying time, but how should I say it?

You want to delay time, why don't I want to!
You are preparing, why am I not? "

A bad premonition suddenly rose in Yue Siming's heart, as if a great danger was coming.

He was in mid-air, and he smelled a puff of moisture.

You must know that the world inside the Hengsha Mustard Seed Bowl is really full of yellow sand, dry and hot is normal, but what is humidity?
"You, what did you do?"

Mo Chengjun raised his head, looked at the sky, and said, "Don't you think the dark clouds are a little low tonight?"

Accompanied by his words, Yue Siming and Qing Bat almost unanimously looked up at the sky, only to see boundless dark clouds billowing, silently pressing down on the top of their heads, as if black clouds were pressing down on the city, so low that it was frightening.

"This, this is the supernatural power of "Fengyun Leifa", driving away thunder and lightning?

No, how could such a large supernatural power be so fast and so silent? "

"It's already slow, and I've been preparing for it for a long time.

However, this is not a lightning bolt. "

Mo Chengjun smiled and said: "This is actually another kind of thunder magic power. After I created it myself, I really haven't used it to hack people.

You guys will be the first wave of people to help me verify the power of supernatural powers. "

As he said that, Mo Chengjun warmly introduced: "By the way, I forgot to mention, I call this supernatural power, "Nine Nine Thunder Tribulations""

"bluff!"

Before Yue Siming could answer, he saw that the blue bats had come out more and more, but although he said it lightly, the means he used were definitely not ordinary.

He opened his mouth again, inhaled until his chest swelled to the extreme, and then suddenly spewed out countless airflows.

The dense sound of "buzzing buzzing" once again covered up all the noise between the heaven and the earth, and then the whole sand sea was mobilized like a riot, rushing up into the sky like a sea wave.

Originally, the dark clouds in the sky were extremely low, but now the yellow sand is rolling up, it is really like a collision between the sky and the earth.

"Supernatural power, the big waves wash the sand!"

The hoarse voice of the green bat was accompanied by the whistling wind and sand, as if it was constantly echoing in the entire Hengsha world.

It was only at this moment that his aura of mana pervading between the heaven and the earth was fully revealed, high and far away, thick and majestic.

That is the mana breath that belongs exclusively to Nascent Soul Daxiu!

Although it can only be regarded as the early stage of the realm, there is no doubt that this person has reached the fourth realm of the six realms of the immortal way, and can be called a strong man who has made a major repair.

This strength, no matter which sect it is placed in, even the Eight Great Immortal Sects, is a proper high-level one.

It was also at this moment that Mo Chengjun's clear voice sounded along with the thunder: "Decree, one nine thunder calamities, fall!"

Crackling!

Rumble boom!

The drowsy sky suddenly lit up with countless thunderclaps spreading, and the sound of explosions directly drowned the world, and then, the thunderbolts flickered like money.

Until, a thunderbolt with a thickness of [-] meters smashed down on the head.

boom!
The collision of the thunder and the sea of ​​sand is like the collision of two wild beasts. There is no other between the sky and the earth, only the endless cracking sound that seems to burst the eardrums of mortals.

If you look closely, the falling Thunderbolt is not dead, but meandering and swimming, like a spirit snake, chasing a certain target, no matter how vigorously it strikes.

If you have to describe it, it's really just four words - thunder strikes from the sky!
In the sand sea, a certain figure of the blue bat that was still running around chose to give up moving, because he found that the thunder was moving wherever he moved, and wherever it followed, it seemed to be pretending to be positioned.

He couldn't think of a way to break this method for a while, so he simply stopped thinking about avoiding it, but stopped at the original place, activated his magical powers, and rolled up the yellow sand all over the sky to meet the somewhat exaggerated thunder and lightning.

He still doesn't believe it. As a Yin God cultivator, his magic power is lasting and his supernatural powers are not as good as a foundation-building cultivator.

However, what he didn't know was that he met a person who couldn't be measured by common sense.

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