Home has a door to the flood

Chapter 850 The Pain of the Same Age as the Peerless Tianjiao

"The end of the scull?"

"Does she know what she's talking about?"

"I think she's just scared!"

In the sky, Mo Kong frowned slightly, "Fellow Daoist An Lanyue, the pindao is full of energy and full of spiritual power. It is not a problem to fight with fellow Taoist. How can it be said that it is the end of the mast?"

An Lanyue said lightly: "Sorry, maybe I didn't make it clear. Although you have the strength at this time, the road to cultivation is already at the end of the mast."

Mo Kong's face suddenly turned pale.

"If I'm not mistaken, Mo Daoist must have used some kind of taboo method to forcibly raise his own cultivation base in a very short period of time, causing his foundation to be damaged, and there is no possibility of salvation."

"That is to say, fellow daoist's path to practice is almost cut off." An Lanyue sighed, "Although I agree that fellow daoist still has the strength of the eighth heaven of golden core, but fellow daoist has no longer the spirit of being high-spirited and moving forward bravely." Momentum, qi weakens and the mind is scattered, with [-]% of the strength, fellow Taoists can no longer exert [-]% of the power, and a seventy-eighth achievement is not bad."

"What's more, with the foundation of a fellow daoist, if you want to defeat me, you can't exert [-]% of your combat power. There is no hope at all."

Mo Kong's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and suddenly sighed, "I don't want to be in such a situation, but I can't escape the burning eyes of Fellow Daoist An." Mo Kong slowly put the long sword back into its sheath.

"I thought I could compete with fellow daoists, but now I know that fellow daoists have far surpassed me in cultivation and attainment. I don't need to mention the matter of the exchanges." Although Mo Kong still looked like that, he gave people It feels like I have aged many years all of a sudden.

An Lanyue shook her head slightly, and said comfortingly: "You don't need to be discouraged, Mo Daoist. Didn't Zhenwu Palace say that after this talent selection contest, all geniuses can go to that place of opportunity to explore, maybe there will be a Taoist It's a chance."

Hearing this, Mo Kong took a slow breath, "Friend Daoist An is right, this is also Mo's plan."

"If it is true that there is no such opportunity, then it will be Mo's home."

An Lanyue looked at Mo Kong, nodded slightly, and then asked: "Does that fellow Taoist still want to compete?"

Mo Kong shook his head, "No, today's battle is considered to be Mo's loss."

Mo Kong raised the sheathed long sword in his hand, smiled at An Lanyue, "Fellow Daoist An, I hope there is a chance to meet again under the abyss of corpses." Waving his hand, he jumped into a blurred line and disappeared into the sky.

Seeing Mo Kong leaving gracefully, many disciples of Zhenwu Hall looked at each other in blank dismay. There were few strong enough existences to sit in command, but now they didn't even fight, and Mo Kong left directly. This made many disciples of Zhenwu Hall There is something ugly on the face.

Only those geniuses with enough eyesight and high level can vaguely understand that Mo Kong is very self-aware, knowing that his power has been broken by An Lanyue, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to display [-]% of his combat power. If he really wants to force it without knowing it In a fight, I am afraid that I will humiliate myself and lose ugly.

That being the case, it's better to get off the court as soon as possible.

An Lanyue didn't do anything the whole time, but it was more terrifying than doing it.

"Hahaha, what a An Lanyue, she really is amazing!" At this moment, a voice full of aura, loud as a bell, covered the entire area around the huge deep stream, and all the noisy voices were silenced immediately.

Everyone looked at the prestige, and saw that in the pavilion where Mo Kong flew up, the curtain was raised, and a young man in a moon white robe stood tall with his hands behind his back.

On the robe, the gilt edge pattern is very noble. On the young man's head, a purple gold hair ring tied his hair up. He looked up at An Lanyue above, but there was no fear in his eyes. A strong will to fight.

"Words can confuse your heart, how can you be called strong, fellow Taoist, I will meet you!" The young man stepped lightly on his feet, and suddenly he shot into the sky like an arrow from the string, but during the whole process, his posture remained the same. As calm as he is, with his hands behind his back and his eyes staring at him.

This is actually a core disciple!
"It's actually Senior Brother Song Yan, why did he get out?" Obviously the core disciple is not an unknown person, he was recognized as soon as he appeared.

"It is said that Senior Brother Song is extremely gifted and gifted. He can be called the pride of a generation. Before he was four thousand years old, he ascended to the sixth heaven of the golden core. It can be said that the future is boundless!" Because there are still some later disciples at the Shenqiao level.

"Golden Core Sixth Layer less than four thousand years old? Isn't that too powerful?" A group of true martial arts disciples at the Shenqiao level looked at each other in blank dismay.

"It's not just amazing, Senior Brother Song has been in seclusion for many years, and now he is out of seclusion, probably at the age of less than [-] years old, he has achieved the seventh heaven of Jindan. Tsk tsk, such a genius really makes us despair." The science popularization student was filled with emotion, feeling like he was both born Yu and Shengliang.

"Senior Brother, if you do this calculation, Senior Brother Song is not yet five thousand years old, so he seems to be in the same class as Lord Hong Qiong, right?" A disciple said to himself, "Master Hong Qiong, I hear It is said that he is already the Venerable Life Wheel, and it seems to be the fourth heaven of the Life Wheel."

Um, that senior's face immediately turned pale, "Don't you know that when we are discussing geniuses, those who are already Venerable Life Wheels like Palace Master Gao Xueji and Palace Master Hong Qiong are not counted among them?"

Seeing the disciple's apologetic expression, the senior brother didn't want to blame him, but he sighed long and hard: "You don't understand the pain of being in the same age as the peerless geniuses and outstanding people."

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"Fellow Daoist An, my name is Song Yan, and I am the deacon of Pojun Palace. This time I came out of the customs, and I happened to hear Brother Mo talking about you, so I came here to see you. Now it seems that Fellow Daoist An is really powerful and extraordinary. A certain battle." Although Song Yan looks like a teenager, he is calm and dignified, and he has an outstanding bearing. It can be imagined that he must be the key training object of the Pojun Palace, and now he has a faint bearing of his own.

However, An Lanyue didn't seem to be interested in him, she frowned slightly and raised her hand to stop him from continuing: "Song Daoyou, you can fight whatever you want, just say it, everyone's time is precious, let's get down to business."

Song Yan frowned, his face was a little ugly, but he quickly adjusted, "Okay, since Fellow Daoist An is so forthright, I'm not welcome."

"How about this, after all, Fellow Daoist An is only at the sixth level of the Golden Core, so he is one step weaker than me. I have learned a new type of supernatural power, called Zhanlong!"

"If fellow daoist can take this pose, then fellow daoist has won, if you can't catch it..."

An Lanyue's face was indifferent, "Then don't worry about it, Fellow Daoist."

Song Yan took a deep breath and smiled reluctantly. He originally thought that An Lanyue would break through his strength and seek a way out, but he didn't want the other party to be so decisive.

"That's it, Song will be offended."

As soon as Song Yan finished speaking, he put his fingers together and pointed to the sky——

"choke!"

Following Song Yan's finger sword, a chilly sword light shot into the sky. In an instant, many monks could clearly hear the subtle "click" sounds in the sky within a hundred miles.

The voice was so subtle that if you didn't listen carefully, or if your cultivation level was high enough, you might not be able to hear it.

That was the sound of the water vapor in the surrounding sky being attacked by the terrifying cold air and freezing rapidly.

(End of this chapter)