I'm covering the sky and practicing alchemy

Chapter 115 Who Says Twisted Melons Are Not Sweet?

"Is it safe to hide inside?"

Mo Luo disdainfully looked at the Zifu monks who hid in the Zifu Holy Land in an attempt to protect themselves with the help of the guardian array.

He laughed loudly and stepped on the Void Walking Cloud Stairs. The ten thousand feet demonic body slowly shrank in size. When he reached the sky above the Purple Mansion Holy Land, he had returned to his normal human form.

Mo Luo looked down at the dazzling golden light below, and through the formations and dao patterns that generations of Zifu powerhouses had painstakingly strengthened, they radiated divine light in the void, evolving into a basalt figure lying on the mountains, covering the entire Zifu Holy Land, Looking at the hard tortoise shell below, Mo Luo shot two divine lights from his eyes, raised his hand and heard the sound from the Vulcan furnace.

He slapped the Lihuo God Furnace hard, and the Yin-Yang Profound Pill entered it, turning it into the energy core of the God Furnace. The God Furnace flew to the sky above the Holy Land of the Purple Mansion in response to the sound, and the red Lihuo lingered around the body of the furnace. The powerful holy prestige was aroused by the golden core, and it hit the holy land of Zifu below with a loud bang.

"Bang, bang..." For a moment, the only sound left between heaven and earth was the sound of divine fire bombarding the formation.

Just like this, Mo Luo quietly floated on the sky, with his hands behind his back, watching the Purple Mansion Holy Land try its best to resist the attack from Li Vulcan Stove.

The change in the holy land of Zifu attracted the attention of some holy places around, and they sent disciples to hide in the distance to find out the reason.

Standing on the sky, Mo Luo felt some prying eyes from all around him, feeling a little uncomfortable, so he let out a cold snort, looked all around intensely, and a powerful supernatural power immediately swept around.

"Ah." With screams, the cultivator who was hiding in the dark looking for information instantly bled from his orifices, and his eyes were blinded by Mo Luo's supernatural power.

"Go back to your own place, anyone who dares to peek again will die!"

Mo Luo yelled towards the shadows around him, and the monks who were hiding in the dark were frightened by the powerful aura, and hurriedly fled while covering their injured parts, reporting everything they saw back to the sect.

"Take him down to heal."

After hearing the disciple's report, a nearby Holy Land Master sighed and looked at the Purple Mansion Holy Land not far away, surrounded by divine fire.

"After all, it is a holy land that has gone through thousands of years of ups and downs. I didn't expect to encounter such a catastrophe today. I don't know if there will be a holy land inheritance named Zifu in the Eastern Wasteland after today."

But this sigh could no longer be heard by the Holy Master of Zifu. Facing Mo Luo's powerful attack, he summoned all the disciples and elders of the Holy Land to take action and inject divine power to maintain the operation of the formation.

Every attack from Li Vulcan Furnace will cause a certain degree of damage to the formation, and each attack will take away the lives of several Zifu disciples.

Under the full force of Jindan, the Lihuoshen furnace has the power of the great sage, and the red holy patterns are intertwined in Lihuo, providing a terrifying attack for the god's furnace. The old man in purple looks at the majestic Lihuoshen furnace.

As the former Holy Master, the old man in purple looked anxiously at the dwindling number of disciples in the sect. After all, he could not accept the continuous death of the younger disciples. He looked at Mo Luo standing in the sky, with a trace of determination to die on his face: "These disciples It is the future of my Zi Mansion, and we must not let them be meaninglessly damaged here like this.

Anyway, this old bone of the old man didn't last a few years, so I used it to solve today's difficulties for the Holy Land. "

He yelled, and the map of mountains and rivers immediately fell into his hand. The old man in purple slapped his chest with his palm, spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and sprayed it on the map of mountains and rivers.

Holding the sacred artifact of the sect, the old man in purple walked towards the sky step by step, his pale hair gradually turned black, his face showed a smooth luster, and the clusters of wrinkles slowly disappeared. When he walked in front of Mo Luo, he had become A vigorous and handsome young man, exuding a powerful aura.

The old man in purple looked at Mo Luo. He burned his remaining lifespan and returned to the peak of his youth. At this moment of his peak, he wanted to kill the powerful enemy with the sacred artifact inherited from the sect, and for the sake of The sect solves today’s catastrophe.

"Mie Er today."

Without too much nonsense, the old man in purple directly used the mountain and river map to kill Mo Luo, punching and kicking, and hitting the target.

"Oh, why, you are always so inexplicably confident."

Mo Luo looked at the purple-clothed old man who was aggressively attacking him, with a gloomy look on his face, he didn't even recall the golden core from the Vulcan Furnace, and looked at the purple-clothed old man cruelly.

“Sometimes I really don’t understand what gives you ants the courage to challenge the superiors.

Could it be that you were very strong when you were young? "

Mo Luo went up to meet him before he finished speaking. After reaching the Yangshen realm, without the blessing of the golden core, his strength would not be affected much.

"Subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger."

Mo Luo used another trick of Tiangang supernatural power. He only punched an ordinary punch every time, without any brilliance flowing on the fist, but it was this small punch that caused the old man in purple to suffer a lot.

Every punch of Mo Luo contains extremely powerful power. Subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger is the ultimate manifestation of Taoist supernatural power. The old man in purple kept coughing up blood when he fought Mo Luo in the sky. Continuously urging the power of the holy weapon with blood essence, but it is still not Mara's opponent.

Mo Luo didn't even use his most powerful power, but he still suppressed him. If it weren't for the protection of the holy weapon, he would have been beaten to death by Mo Luo before his life span was exhausted.

Thinking of this, he looked at the map of mountains and rivers around him, feeling a sense of security in his heart.

Mo Luo noticed his eyes, and smiled slightly: "It turns out that this holy weapon gave you support."

He raised his hand to activate the secret weapon in front of the Mountain and River Dao Diagram. A mysterious summoning power instantly cut off the purple-clothed old man's control over the holy soldiers and suppressed the spirituality of the Mountain and River Dao Diagram.

"Come here for me." Mo Luo yelled forcefully, and with his absolutely suppressed strength, he snatched the map of mountains and rivers from the old man in purple.

Then he activated the map of mountains and rivers with his own power, and in an instant a powerful holy power appeared over the holy land of Zifu, hitting the young body of the old man in purple, beating him into ashes and disappearing.

"What moves do you have, just use them." Mo Luo stood above the Holy Land of the Purple Mansion, holding a map of mountains and rivers, and the blood of the old man in purple stained his clothes, making Mo Luo look sinister and evil at the same time. A trace of rage.

Mo Luo shouted loudly, and no one in the Zifu Holy Land below dared to respond, but Mo Luo saw dissatisfaction in their eyes.

"Since you are not convinced, then I will completely convince you."

Mo Luo transformed into a piece of vitality, integrated into the attacking Lihuo Furnace, and personally activated the divine soldiers. Suddenly, a powerful quasi-emperor's power appeared in the sky above Zi Mansion, shaking the entire central part of the Eastern Wasteland.

Some nearby holy places, feeling the imperial prestige coming from the Purple Mansion, hid in their own holy places in fear, afraid of being noticed by Mo Luo and angered by them.

"Sigh, I'm afraid the Zifu Holy Land is over today."

Holding the Lihuo Divine Furnace that completely exploded with imperial power, Mara looked majestic in the sky, just like a god standing high in the sky, awe-inspiring and inviolable.

Mo Luo held Li Vulcan Stove and lightly pressed it, and the formation was lightly punctured like a piece of paper. Under the light blow of the Zhundi soldiers, most of the Zifu disciples were killed or injured in an instant. The Holy Land of Zifu was completely exposed in front of Mo Luo like a beauty just out of the bath.

Mo Luo was still a little dissatisfied with the blow. He eagerly held the Lihuo Divine Furnace and wanted to hit it again.

The strongest Supreme Elder has been killed, and even the sect's sacred weapons have fallen into the hands of Mo Luo. Now where does the Zifu Holy Land still have the strength to resist Mo Luo? He only needs to press lightly, Zifu The stretch of mountains where the Holy Land is located will be instantly reduced to ashes and razed to the ground, and the Holy Land that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years will no longer exist.

At the critical moment, Zixia, who is a saint, stood up, and she came to Mo Luo with sad eyes.

"Mo Luo, let go, I am willing to be your saint."

Mo Luo looked at Zixia who flew in front of him and frowned when he heard this: "Do you think that I am here today just to find a so-called saint?"

He stood on the sky with his back to the sky, looking at the great rivers and mountains around him, a passionate sense of loyalty suddenly emerged from his heart.

"This deity is such a genius, he will definitely be called the emperor in the future, and he will leave a strong mark in the nine heavens and ten places. A hero like this deity still needs to have a few confidante, beauties and beauties as companions."

He looked at Zixia's delicate face, and smiled: "What do you think this deity is here for today?"

When Zixia heard the words, she immediately remembered what happened in the Arctic Ice and Snow Palace that day.

"The wishful husband of the saint will shake the entire Northern Territory. Although the process of getting acquainted with the saint may not be pleasant, and it may not even be acceptable to the saint, but if the saint can adapt calmly, the You will find that this is a perfect and perfect marriage.”

Every word Li Ran said at that time resurfaced in the heart of the saintess of the Zifu.

She smiled sadly, with two lines of clear tears on her face: "So that hexagram is talking about the present day? Is my so-called wishful man your husband, Mo Luo?"

Zixia lowered her head and looked at her seriously injured senior brothers and sisters lying on the ground in twos and threes and thought to herself: "How can I, Zixia, He De, let the sect that gave birth to me suffer such a catastrophe because of me alone... "

She raised her head again and looked at Mo Luo: "As you wish, I, Zixia, am willing to marry you as your wife. Can you let go of my relatives?"

Mo Luo was overjoyed when he heard the words, and embraced Zixia who was so desperate that her eyes lost their aura. "It's natural."

On that day, the holy land of Zifu was filled with vermilion and thousands of miles of red clothes. It was under this red dress that Mara and the Holy Girl of Zifu forged a friendship.

Mo Luo casually took out a map of mountains and rivers and threw it at will to the Lord of the Purple Mansion sitting on the head with a face full of humiliation. "Good father-in-law, how can I not offer a dowry gift when I marry Zixia, this great holy soldier is quite powerful, and it is considered a good dowry gift, please accept it."

The Holy Master of Zi Mansion watched in humiliation as the saint he raised and regarded as his daughter was forcibly married by Mo Luo. His inherited treasure was even casually thrown back by Mo Luo. He had never received such humiliation.

"Ah!" After a loud cry, the Holy Master of Zifu couldn't bear the heavy humiliation, fell down on the seat and passed out.

It was night, in the boudoir of the Holy Maiden of Zi Mansion, two traces of tears appeared on Zi Xia's face. She was in great pain, but she still put on a smile and looked at Mo Luo beside her.

But after all, it was not what she wanted in her heart. She was forced to marry the person she hated the most. How could she put on a smile, and finally she looked at Mo Luo with hatred on her face: "Mo Luo, you forced me to marry me. You can only be like a walking zombie, you will never get my heart."

Mo Luo laughed triumphantly, blew out the candles in the room, and pressed Zixia on the bed: "Whatever I want your heart to do, someone is enough."

　I don't know how to write emotional dramas, so I can only accept girls like this. I think it's quite reasonable to accept like this.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)