The years when I created the ancient heaven

Chapter 185 (Subscription)

At this moment, the majestic and majestic voice resounded throughout the world, and it also sounded from the hearts of all immortal cultivators.

To be honest, if he hadn't just shown a supernatural power that is difficult for ordinary people to understand, maybe this group of people could go up and beat him to death.

Anyone who slipped out randomly from the scene was a major repair above the Nascent Soul Realm.

No matter if they are monsters or ghosts, no matter what their origins, they are all strongmen in their current state.

But now?

They really felt that the one in the sky really treated them like ants.

That kind of condescending attitude is what they usually look at mortals, but now it falls on them, and they are naturally unwilling, as if they have been discriminated against.

Also, this heaven?

They have never heard of the name 'Heavenly Court'.

Several knowledgeable people have already searched in their minds, but in the eye contact with each other, they also found that no one seems to know its origin.

It's just that this group of people also has a temper.

Although the situation is unclear now, I dare not blow my hair, but if you let me go, will you go away?
How shameless are we then?

Therefore, the final result was that they neither advanced nor retreated, as if they hadn't heard it.

Then, focus on the leading immortals.

Usually, it is difficult to find a fairy, but now, among the monster corpses present, there are seven strong people from the fairyland present, so they naturally followed the boss.

As for the big bosses, they were actually maintaining a wait-and-see attitude, even Lihuo Moxian, who had the worst temper, didn't speak.

As a result, the whole situation suddenly fell into a stalemate.

But Mo Chengjun was not surprised, this group of people were all mentally tough people, if they could be bluffed with just a few words, they would really live on dogs.

He just turned his head slightly, looked towards the eastern sky, where the white-faced scholar's corpse was, and asked, "Is this halberd yours?"

As if feeling the master's aura again, the spirit of the halberd who had just recovered struggled again, and Mo Chengjun vaguely heard a young boy scolding angrily.

Although the halberd was held firmly in his hand, it kept shaking, wanting to break free.

The white-faced scholar was not shy, he nodded in recognition, and said shamelessly: "This is indeed my talisman, I wonder if this fellow Taoist is willing to return it to me?"

This man's voice was peaceful, even with a touch of gentleness like jade. If he had gone away from the monstrous corpse and said that he was a handsome young man in troubled times, no one would object.

It's just that his skin is thicker, but Mo Chengjun really nodded in agreement.

"Since it's yours, it's natural to pay it back, as long as you can handle it..."

Saying so, Mo Chengjun gave another firm grip.

This time, he used all his strength, and Qi Ling, who was still struggling, was completely blinded.

It was because of too much strength that the rust on the halberd was shaken away, revealing its true colors inside.

The whole body of this halberd is golden yellow, with a picture of a nine-curved dragon engraved on it.

It is really just placed there, as far as the eye can see, there is a feeling of being cut off, and the appearance is extraordinary.

Not to mention that the rust has been removed, and there is a faint brilliance blooming on it. This appearance is a hundred times better than the rusty appearance before.

"Is this the Nine Dragons Demon Killing Halberd?"

A knowledgeable person blurted out, but as soon as the words fell, he knew that he had made a big mistake.

"What? The Nine Dragons Killing Demon Halberd? According to legend, the weapon of that peerless martial saint in the last years of the Great Xia? Is it real or not?"

"Didn't you say it was lost? How could it be born here?"

"Nine Dragons Slaughtering Demons, once beheaded immortals and exterminated demons in the hands of that Martial Saint, like chopping melons and vegetables, in order to prolong the life of the Great Xia Dynasty for dozens of years.

Such a divine weapon actually appeared here?

Is there something wrong? "

Someone else responded: "No wonder, no wonder you use such methods to defile yourself. It turns out that you are afraid of being discovered by others!"

"It's true that the country is about to perish, and there will be evildoers. The peerless soldiers of the last dynasty will appear. It's really, really..."

Mo Chengjun's operation in a split second made the white-faced scholar's face even more ugly.

He never thought that the secret he tried so hard to hide would be exposed like this, which really made him hard to guard against.

He has also felt that the eyes of countless people falling on him have become more and more secretive.

Although he is a fairy, he can't stand the magic weapon and move people's hearts.

Especially for such peerless divine weapons with great background and secrets, whether it is the remnants of the Great Xia Dynasty, the Daxuan Royal Family, or the Eight Great Immortal Sects, they must all covet them.

But, at this moment, he couldn't care about anything else.

Because, above the sky, Mo Chengjun actually bumped the halberd in his hand, as if feeling its weight and quality.

Then, retreating, bowing, gathering strength, and suddenly throwing...

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, this throw did not see any mana fluctuations, let alone the slightest aura of supernatural power, and the movement was clearly visible. It really seemed to be a very ordinary throw, and it was just to return the halberd to the opponent.

However, when the halberd was released from his hand, there was a shrill sound of piercing through the air, layers of air waves were pushed away, and a straight white mark was drawn out, and phantoms were dragged out at an even faster speed.

That just doesn't seem to be enough.

It took only a few breaths for the halberd to break through the air, the blade of the halberd rubbed against the air violently, sparks were produced, and then with a 'bang', it was completely ignited and burned into a ball of flames.

This violent throw really made the white-faced scholar's scalp tingle. Feeling the sharpness coming, he dared not be careless anymore.

As soon as the folding fan was thrown away, he quickly made a formula with both hands, and stretched out in front of him again.

So, behind him, a pair of big, miserable green hands suddenly protruded from the monstrous corpses.

This big hand looks like a real human hand. At first it was extremely huge and seemed to cover the sky, but it quickly solidified as it approached.

Although the size is getting smaller and smaller, it is visible to the naked eye, and the various details of the palm are more and more realistic.

The pore lines on it, the joints and nails are all clearly visible, but there are corpses burning outside the miserable green skin, which looks a bit oozing.

And when the palm was close to the halberd, it was suddenly clenched, held horizontally on the halberd, and suddenly exerted force...

Chi Chi Chi!

Layers of green smoke visible to the naked eye rose, and the palm formed by the supernatural power was melted by more than half in an instant, and the sound of devil crying could be vaguely heard.

But there is an endless stream of mana pouring in, stupefied to maintain the existence of supernatural powers.

However, despite his supernatural powers, he tried his best, but he couldn't directly stop the halberd, instead he was driven forward.

Although the speed was getting slower and slower, there was no doubt that the long halberd was still flying towards the corpse fairy.

On the ground, the white-faced scholar was even more unbelievable. He only felt that what he saw today subverted his previous cognition.

But the arrow was on the string and had to be sent.

He didn't care about anything else, and all of a sudden, the mana from his corpse poured into his supernatural powers, forming a three-foot-long Yaksha figure outside his body, and the strength of those miserable green palms increased so much that he was able to stop the halberd in front of him.

Stretching out his hand, he took the halberd, and as soon as he held it, there was a tingling smell of meat, and the palm of his hand quickly charred and smoked.

It wasn't until then that he realized that the halberd had rubbed against the air, and it was already burning red, as if it had just been taken out of the stove.

What's even more frightening is that it wasn't until then that he was sure that this throw did not have any magic power, no supernatural power, and pure physical strength.

It's just that he has lived for hundreds of years and can have such physical strength. Even the few monsters with great supernatural powers in the monster clan seem to be unable to do so.

What's more, his body, with the power of flying Yaksha, has his physique ever been weak?

But it was just a throw, and it made him feel terrified.

Looking up again, the white-faced scholar looked at the Tianmen in Yunzhong with extremely fearful eyes.

However, at this time, Mo Chengjun no longer looked at him, and shook hands casually, feeling quite satisfied.

It is true that there is no magical power to bless the long halberd, but it does not mean that Mo Chengjun has no magical power.

It's just that this supernatural power works on oneself, and it can bless oneself with boundless strength.

This is also the first physical supernatural power developed by Mo Chengjun since he practiced "Eight Nine Xuan Gong".

Based on his terrifying physique and strength, combined with some of the warrior's methods of gathering force and bursting, it was formed from this, and it was also one of the comprehensions after the broken mirror formed the alchemy.

Although he still thinks it is a bit shallow, he is quite satisfied with it for the first time.

As for the name of the supernatural power?

This is the power of "Heaven Shaking the Earth".

What is Qingtian?

If the sky has a handle, it can be thrown this day.

Why shake the ground?

If the earth had a ring, then the earth could be lifted up.

Therefore, the ultimate power should be that there is no handle to hate the sky, no ring to hate the earth, and it is naturally shaking the sky and shaking the earth.

Mo Chengjun is actually quite satisfied with this supernatural power. Although it seems that the bravado is a bit too big now, is there always a 'dream'?

And the effect of this one-handed prestige is not bad, but it is not enough, far from enough.

In a flash, Mo Chengjun ignored the unbelievable white-faced scholar, but turned his head and looked to the north, looking at the fiery Lihuo Demon Immortal, his expression suddenly turned cold.

All the people present were immortal cultivators, so this distance could not escape their eyes, and the change in his demeanor was clearly seen by everyone.

It should be said that from the moment he appeared on the stage to the present, this person hasn't changed much in his expression.

Even if he was under siege, or returned the halberd, he was very casual.

Casual is like a high-ranking person who is disturbed by the chirping birds in the forest for his nap, and doesn't feel that there should be any anger, just push it away.

Although this attitude is annoying, but there will not be too many other emotions, because I don't care, so I can put it down gently and let it go at will.

But when he looked at Lihuo Demon Fairy, his eyes changed, becoming extremely disgusted, extremely displeased, and his deep disgust and coldness were undisguised.

"You and other demons have nothing to do with killing and are riddled with crimes. They dare to appear in front of me. They really don't know how to live or die."

"Today, it is also fitting that I have obtained this merit of eliminating demons.

Accept that ridiculous fire magic power, give you a chance, why don't you obediently present your head? "

What does this mean, if I want to kill you, you still have to stick your head out?

Although Lihuo Moxian has a bad mind and is easily blinded by anger, she is really not the kind of demon who is bullied at will.

In other words, regardless of the human race or the demon country, they are extremely cautious towards the big devil.

There is no way out, even if it is a demon, the civilization is a bit chaotic, but in fact it is orderly and well-regulated.

What about the devil?
Those are really a group of psychopaths who sink into the sea of ​​desire and misery, masters who will not let themselves go when they go crazy.

But now, someone actually asked him to obediently present his head?

What arrogance!
Lihuo Moxian was also extremely angry, and instead let out a sharp laugh: "Hehehehe, hahahaha, it's been so many years, and I don't know how many people and demons want to take my head, but they all become my dinner, the dish in my mouth .

You, you don't know where you came from, you pretend to be a ghost, relying on a little supernatural power, you dare to mock me, I really don't know what to say. "

"Don't worry, don't worry, I won't let you die too easily, I have to torture you for 80 years, and let you experience all the tortures in the world, to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

"hold head high……"

Before the words fell, the big demon was already roaring to the sky, making a dragon's roar that was not like a human voice.

Seeing the magic flame suddenly soared, straight into the sky, and in the middle of the rolling fire, a monster with a dragon's head, a horse's body, and sharp claws showed a hundred-foot-high demon body.

With just one step, a mountain peak was broken by him, and the big demon hugged the mountain with a short body.

The magic flame burned, covering the mountain, and he threw it directly at Mo Chengjun.

This is a real mountain coming at you, so I ask you if you are afraid?
Anyway, Mo Chengjun was not afraid, and there was even a sneering smile on his lips.

Then, he slowly raised the sword in his hand and threw it away.

That is, throwing it casually, the flying sword disappeared.

But today, it suddenly became dark...

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