The years when I created the ancient heaven

a few days later.

In the depths of the Great Wilderness Mountains, above the Nine Heavens.

Mo Chengjun looked at the person coming, bowed his hands and asked, "Mr. Long, do you want to see me?"

"Yes!"

Lord Zhulong was still wearing the Nine Dragons uniform, and he stepped on the light. When he saw the person, he took a breath, and said: "Don't talk nonsense first, fight with me and then talk about other things!"

After finishing speaking, he directly showed his real body and rushed forward.

roar roar...

A five-clawed golden dragon loomed in the clouds, accompanied by wind and rain, and thunder flickered, bringing a coercion that seemed to destroy the world.

At a certain moment, his body twisted and twisted, stretched out his hand, and swiped in the air.

As a result, a dragon claw that covered the sky fell from the nine heavens, and the scales on it were clearly visible. When it fell, it seemed to squeeze the space in the palm to burst.

——True Dragon Claw Hand!
Zhulong Longjun's attack was a bit sudden, but Mo Chengjun had already prepared for it. Under the dragon's claws, the virtuous golden body exuded a divine light.

His head was raised slightly, and his face was half compassionate, as if pity for all living beings; half ruthless, as if he had forgotten his feelings.

Looking at the dragon claw hand that was getting closer, he just opened his mouth slightly and spit out the natal sword.

As a result, the world sank and the darkness remained forever, but was separated by a ray of light.

——The great supernatural power of kendo, Jian Yi!

With just this one sword, the Sky Shrouding Dragon Claw was split into two halves, and it even seemed to split the golden dragon in the cloud together.

However, the five-clawed golden dragon turned around to avoid the sword edge, and when it stood up, the huge dragon's head poked out from the clouds, and when it opened its mouth, a dazzling divine light descended on the world.

It is said to be divine light, but it is actually the breath of a real dragon. The huge beam of light is surrounded by blazing high temperatures, and it seems to be able to evaporate everything in the world.

Along the way, the space is pierced out of nothingness.

Mo Chengjun's eyes were even more ruthless. He stretched out his hand and saw black clouds billowing, thunder bursting, and hundreds of thunderbolts falling from the sky, like a spreading waterfall, illuminating the time and smashing into the dragon's breath.

There are dozens of breaths, and there are no other noises in time, and what can be seen is the high temperature and thunder and lightning.

Sometimes you take advantage, sometimes I am stronger, until finally, the thunder is annihilated, the dragon's breath dries up, and everything is empty, only the shock waves that empty out one after another, and the seemingly eternal nothingness at the collision.

Even the five-clawed golden dragon didn't want to touch this void, so he turned around again, as if teleporting, the wind stopped and the rain stopped, and the clouds shrank into a ball, as if he was going to a distant place.

But a golden dragon tail has crossed an unknown distance and stood between the sky and the earth.

The rhythm of the dragon scales seemed to stand up like blades, with a cold light.

The dragon's tail was straighter than straight, like a giant pillar of the sky, it smashed down brazenly.

Mo Chengjun was still the same, standing in the same place, as if he didn't realize it, but at some point, the natal flying sword fell back into his hands, turning into a sword that was more than three feet long.

And he was holding the hilt of the sword, and the light of the sword extended to hundreds of feet, thousands of feet, and ten thousand feet, and then swung it from bottom to top.

When this sword strikes, it is like an old soldier guarding a lonely city. Although his clothes are torn and his white hair is overgrown, his eyes are firm and firm, and he has no regrets after nine deaths.

Where this sword fell, it was like blood staining yellow sand, the city tower was broken, and there was no end to death on the battlefield.

At the end of this sword, it is like a general who has fought a hundred battles and returned home with honor.

This sword, sword momentum, sword intent, and sword tactics are all integrated into one body. Even if the old master comes, he must praise it. It is Mo Chengjun's masterpiece of swordsmanship.

But under this sword, the sky and the earth paled, and the world was dark, only the dragon tail that supported the sky quickly retracted, and the dragon's scales were broken, and its blood was black and yellow.

Indistinctly, there was still the Dragon Lord's painful roar that continued, but this sound also turned into a spell, causing the dragon's blood to boil and turn into a raging torrent, sweeping down.

On the other hand, the waves of the torrent are pieces of broken dragon scales that turn into sharp edges of swords, tearing apart the space, like a long river descending from the sky, unstoppable.

Mo Chengjun narrowed his eyes slightly, but still didn't move his body, he just threw the flying sword in his hand and turned into a rainbow again.

After going around a few times, I saw that Feijian turned into three, three into six, six into nine, and nine into infinity...

In the next second, the endless swords had already disappeared into the sky, like a long river of water gushing out of the ground, hitting the Jiuchongtian.

Thus, between the heaven and the earth, there is a mysterious yellow, and a bright two long rivers constantly collide, entangle, strangle, and bite...

Until the end, we will die together!

Later, Lord Zhulong used the method of wind and rain, and the wind and rain between heaven and earth turned into ice, as if to freeze everything in the world.

Mo Chengjun spit out flames, and the true fire of samadhi burned the sky, turning the cold ice into rising water vapor clouds, filling the sky and the earth.

Zhulong Longjun transformed into a human again, and used the method of cloud and mist to make a surprise attack. In an instant, he was in front of Mo Chengjun, and he punched him right in the head, unexpectedly using the technique of a martial artist.

In fact, the real dragon family has no real shortcomings. They are skilled in magic, have supernatural powers, are talented, and can be big or small.

What's more, the body of a real dragon is extremely powerful, far surpassing that of a mortal martial artist. With this punch, the air exploded under layers of air, shaking the space.

Just this one punch shows the depth of his martial arts attainments.

Of course, they don't call it martial arts, but real dragon fighting!
It's a pity that he met Mo Chengjun!
Mo Chengjun, who was expressionless from the beginning to the end, showed a little half-smile on his face at this moment, but when he looked again, it was completely gone.

Then, the same pair of fists came to meet him, hitting them with almost the same violence, without retreating.

At the same time, smoke of qi and blood rose from his body, heading straight for Xiaohan, who was actually no weaker than Lord Zhulong.

Thus, in less than a hundred breaths, the two sides exchanged fists and feet at least tens of thousands of times.

When they parted again, Mo Chengjun's meritorious golden body was already damaged, but Lord Zhulong also covered his face with anger in his eyes.

Because, Mo Chengjun only focused on his face, if he let go now, it would definitely be swollen to the point where even his mother wouldn't recognize it.

This made him furious, and finally threw out a magic weapon in the shape of a bronze bell.

The whole body of this copper bell magic weapon is golden yellow, as if cast from fine gold, and it is engraved with the pattern of a group of dragons fighting fiercely. With the infusion of demon power, it continuously rotates in mid-air.

Amidst the vibrating sound of 'buzzing buzz', a torrential force descended from the sky, as if it wanted to constantly suppress all dissatisfaction in the world, as powerful as Mo Chengjun, it was difficult to move under this force.

But like the most unyielding fighter, he directly exerted all his strength, his muscles grew explosively, and he directly punched the magic weapon away.

Zhulong Longjun threw out another abstract 'doll', threw it in the air, and shot it with a small arrow.

Mo Chengjun waved his backhand, and the surrounding ideas were completely emptied, forming a void of ideas.

The weird fluctuations rushed past with the power that could make the inspiration die, but it was swallowed by the hole of the inspiration.

Until this moment, Lord Zhulong finally stopped staying behind, and he used his best supernatural power, the method of time.

Either speeding up, or decelerating, or turning back time, or freezing time, or aging regional time...

All kinds of magical means combined with the magical powers of killing and defeating pushed the battle to a climax.

Compared with the method of time, the supernatural power of space itself has the power to kill. Just a space tear can play countless tricks.

What's more, Mo Chengjun is also proficient in space shuttle, space folding, space distortion, space closed loop and so on.

It should be said that both sides fought fiercely and restrainedly in this battle.

Speaking of vicious, it is because the two sides are almost omnipotent, magical powers, magic weapons, hand-to-hand combat, as long as they are good at it, they will not hide it at all.

But if the opponent is weaker, it is really impossible to catch even a magical power, and you don't know how to die.

It can be said that restraint is also restraint, the whole process of fighting skills is like an agreement, if you don't use the way of time first, I won't use the magic power of space.

It wasn't until a certain moment that both sides couldn't bear it that they showed their full potential.

It can be said that this battle is full of temptations and demonstrations!
That is to test the other party's details and find their weaknesses; also show their own methods, and let the other party see their own growth.

In a sense, three to forty years is not a long time for the immortal Da Neng, and it is not realistic to say how far he can really grow!

But for Mo Chengjun and Zhulonglongjun, they clearly felt each other's growth, of course not only the improvement of realm, but also the substantial increase of means and fighting skills.

Of course, the two of them fought, even if it was a test, but the aftermath alone caused the land with a radius of thousands of miles, as if it had suffered the most terrible devastation.

There are potholes everywhere, bottomless cracks everywhere, the trees are lightly broken, the whole land is about to be turned upside down, and magma methane is erupting in some places.

At a glance, it looks like ruins!

If they accidentally get involved in their fight, no matter if it is a monster, immortal cultivator, or a jackal, tiger or leopard, they will all die.

Of course, you think only the earth bears their wrath?

No, the sky is even more miserable, full of broken spaces, torn sword marks, smashed nothingness, rising mushroom clouds...

It's as miserable as it can be!

Anyway, for a long time, this place has been a Jedi, don't expect any other living things to enter, otherwise you won't know how to die!

And this fight lasted from day to night, from when the sun was in the sky to when the sky was full of stars.

When the missing corner of the moon hung in the sky and sprinkled a stream of moonlight like real moonlight, the two sides finally stopped their hands with a tacit understanding.

With the passage of time, the aftermath of the fighting finally gradually dissipated. When everything returned to silence, the two figures in the void finally began to approach continuously.

At this moment, both Mo Chengjun and Zhulonglongjun were in a bit of a panic. Both of them were covered with injuries, but they were trying their best to recover quickly.

Mo Chengjun is the filling of mana and the repair of the golden body of merit, while Zhulonglongjun is going back in time and everything is back to normal.

Until near, Mo Chengjun looked at Zhulong Longjun, and finally said: "Why, this battle was very smooth?"

Zhulong raised his head slightly, and exhaled, as if he was about to vent his depression, he roared in a hoarse voice: "It's great!"

When he lowered his head again, he looked at Mo Chengjun and complained as if he couldn't help it: "You don't know, how have I lived these past ten years?"

Mo Chengjun narrowed his eyes slightly, and said jokingly: "It seems that the real demon is really difficult to deal with?"

Zhulong Longjun opened his mouth to complain, but he was suppressed when he wanted to speak.

After a short pause, he said: "The real devil entered this world with the method of reincarnation, his body is like a baby, and his mana has not recovered to its peak. After I got the news, I wanted to take advantage of his illness and kill him!
So, I led people to track him down and besieged him for eighteen years. I trapped him in one place seven times, but he escaped by various strange means.

It even allowed him to complete the cultivation of that inner demon, and spread it all over the world, causing a catastrophe! "

The more he said, the more ugly Zhulong Longjun's face became, and Mo Chengjun was a little startled when he heard it.

Aside from the identity of Lord Zhulong Longlong, his strength is absolutely the only thing Mo Chengjun has ever seen in his life.

The two of them can fight to a tie, but in fact, more people still have concerns and don't want to fight with their lives.

But it is such an existence, after chasing the real demon for more than ten years, it turned out to be nothing?
This made him a little unbelievable!
After a pause, Mo Chengjun said, "Can you tell me in detail?"

Zhulong Longjun seemed to be waiting for this sentence, and said: "Yes!"

……

A moment later, a long white cloud spread in all directions, occupying several acres of void.

Above the white clouds, the immortal sycamore tree showed its shape, emitting a faint light, illuminating the surroundings, and under the tree there was an extra coffee table and two chairs.

After Xu Shi vented, Lord Zhulong finally returned to 'normal', and returned to his previous high-cold attitude, talking non-stop, explaining everything.

As for Mo Chengjun, he listened carefully without resting his hands.

On the coffee table, boiling water was tumbling in a small red clay stove, while he was washing and brewing tea in a leisurely manner, with an indescribably elegant demeanor.

After a while, the aroma of the two cups of tea had risen. Mo Chengjun pushed one cup to Zhulong Longjun, and he picked up the other cup and put it on the tip of his nose, sniffing the fragrance of tea lightly.

Lord Candle Dragon also picked up one, took a sip, and enjoyed it.

Tea, of course, is good tea, but Mo Chengjun is not really interested in tasting tea, and what is rolling in his mind is what Lord Zhulong said just now.

It was also this time that Mo Chengjun realized that the body of the real demon was not suitable for the environment of this world, so to come here, he had to use some means.

The 'Method of Reincarnation' is one of them. The advantage is that it hardly damages the spirit and foundation of the true demon, and it can be done quietly without causing any big disturbances.

However, the disadvantages are also obvious, and it needs to be put into the mother's womb to be bred again.

Among them, the period from just being born to getting rid of the mystery of the womb is his most vulnerable stage, and a mortal can kill him.

Of course, even if the mystery of the womb is solved, it will still take some time for his strength to recover.

After Zhulong Longjun issued the "Devil Slaughter Order", he began to organize the encirclement and suppression of the demonic way.

The Yao Kingdom, the Butian Sect, and the Shui Clan all acted according to the order, and then, in a very short period of time, they got a piece of news.

He learned from a certain demon fairy in the Infernal Demon Kingdom that the real demon appeared as a baby that day.

Zhulong Longjun is also a decisive person, seeing that the opponent's strength has not recovered, he gathered a few strong men almost without hesitation, and wanted to fight Huanglong directly.

They directly entered the Infernal Demon Kingdom, relying on their absolute strength, they indeed broke into the Little Leiyin Temple, and their blood flowed like a river.

But the problem is that the real demon outside that day was also a vigilant person, and he arranged his dark hands early and escaped.

But Lord Zhulong and Longlong didn't want to fail, so he followed the clues and followed them all the way for 18 years.

In the past 18 years, they can be called "going up to the poor and down to the underworld", they have pursued almost everything, and even seven times, they almost "handled" the real demon outside that day.

But in the end it was all a game of chess!

On that day, the real demon has the supernatural powers of replicating the real ones, and the separated offspring are not only exactly the same as the main body, but also have the same breath and soul fluctuations, and even nearly [-]% of the main body's supernatural powers.

Many times, Lord Zhulong thought he had succeeded, only to find out that what he killed was just a child.

In addition, he also has the means of demagogy, which can control others for his own use in a very short period of time.

The so-called inner demon seems to be derived from this method.

After sorting out his thoughts, Mo Chengjun put down the teacup, looked up at Lord Zhulonglong, and asked, "Since you have been chasing him for 18 years, why did you give up again?"

Zhulong Longjun's expression froze, and his face became more and more ugly.

Mo Chengjun nodded, and said: "Understood, that is to say, after chasing you for 18 years, you just realized that the real demon used himself as bait to hang you.

Let you have no time to care about others, which has caused a disaster of chaos. "

Zhulong Longjun's face became even uglier, but he still said frankly with a hoarse voice: "Yes!"

Mo Chengjun almost whispered: "No wonder, no wonder!
No wonder when I came back this time, I always felt that the Butian Sect was a mess, and I just let the situation rot to this point. It turned out that the dragons had no leader!

It's no wonder that when I fought with you just now, I always felt that you were a little out of breath. "

Seeing Zhulong Longjun whose expression was gloomy and about to drip, and whose aura was hovering on the verge of rage, Mo Chengjun finally changed the subject and asked the most crucial question.

"Then Lord Long came to see me, what advice do you have?"

Zhulong Longjun didn't hesitate, took out something from the void with his backhand, and threw it over: "I'm here to give you something!"

Mo Chengjun raised his hand to take it, and found that it was a small crystal bottle. The body of the bottle was glowing with light green light. It was also crystal clear, and the inside could be seen.

However, after Mo Chengjun took a quick glance, he didn't find anything inside, which made him raise his head in confusion, and asked, "This is it?"

"The person locked inside is the chief culprit of this catastrophe, the heart demon!"

I wanted to write more, but I ran out of time!