Martial arts become gods

Chapter 3223 Who dares to stop me
Mo Xian's angry roar kept ringing out, and the warriors vomited blood and flew away.

What stands in front of Mo Xian is a line of defense built entirely of blood.

In order to complete the Destiny Sacrifice, or in other words, to save their lives, all warriors went all out and rushed forward without fear of death.

This is the last chance. Once Mo Xian destroys the Destiny Sacrifice, there will be no more chances.

Looking at the endless crowd, the sneer on Mo Xian's face grew stronger and stronger. When he was fighting against those commanders, he didn't see these people working so hard.

"Mo Xian, if you don't want to die, just give up. Now that you don't have the holy spirit and the mysterious mark, you can't be a match for so many of us. If you continue, you will only die. Don't force us!"

"Haha, even if I have nothing, you can't stop me!" Mo Xian laughed wildly, spitting blood mixed with it.

"Mo Xian, you remember, today you are the one who insists on going against the whole world, no wonder we are ruthless!" Amidst the roar, more warriors came from all directions, as if they would never be able to kill them all.

"Everyone don't need to panic. His strength has been greatly reduced now. As long as we work together, we will definitely kill him, and the world will be peaceful at that time!"

"That's right, it's because he himself is too selfish, and he has to take the blame for himself, so we can't keep him!"

The ferocious faces glared at Mo Xian, as if they were facing the murder of their father and enemy.

"I'm to blame, haha..." Mo Xian kept laughing wildly, and flesh and blood flew everywhere where the divine essence swept across.

However, his strength was rapidly weakening under constant consumption. After all, there were too many people, and it had reached the point where ants killed elephants.

"His aura is weakening. If you persevere, you will definitely get rid of him!" Everyone's eyes were reddened. Mo Xian is so powerful now that he must get rid of him, otherwise he will definitely be in serious trouble.

"Get rid of me, you are not worthy!" Mo Xian raised his head suddenly, his eyes were red, and the roar spread like a substance, instantly sending a large number of warriors flying away.

With the sound of the roar, the entire continent seemed to tremble violently, and then several rays of light flew out.

A halo soon appeared in everyone's sight, exuding a hot and domineering aura.

"That's Mo Linghuo!"

Seeing this halo, everyone was stunned. Who would have thought that Mo Linghuo, which had disappeared, could be summoned back by Mo Xian.

Not only that, followed by a second halo.

"Wan... Wan Yaofeng..."

Everyone was dumbfounded. With Mo Linghuo and Wanyaofeng, Mo Xian's strength would increase a lot.

Afterwards, another strange drop of water flew to Mo Xian's side, filled with a tyrannical breath of life, and healed Mo Xian's injuries almost instantly.

In the end, another halo struck, and it was faintly visible as a strange imprint, which was indeed the imprint of the sky.

All this happened in an instant, causing no one to recover.

How can something that has been lost be lost again?

"Hehe, you're here!" Mo Xian smiled lightly, and between murmurs, the imprints of Mo Linghuo, Wanyaofeng, water droplets, and the sky directly melted into his body.

"boom!"

As he stepped forward, the terrifying aura immediately made the world tremble, and his strength increased in an instant.

Originally, everyone relied on Mo Xian losing these things, but now they all returned in an instant.

That's not to mention, as his strength improved, a blood-colored phantom appeared behind Mo Xian, which was the blood body of Shura, followed by the body of Feng Ling.

Every time he takes a step forward, there will be an additional image of the holy spirit behind him, and his aura will become more and more powerful because of this.

"how can that be!"

For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded. It is not easy for an ordinary holy man to have a holy spirit.

According to the legend, if one can cultivate the nine holy spirits, one can even break through the holy realm.

With Mo Xian's current posture, I am afraid that he can really condense the Nine Dao, and who can stop him then.

"The Wind Spirit Lord, the Fire Man Lord, the Necromancer Lord, the Void Spirit Lord..."

What made everyone even more astonished was that what Mo Xian had condensed now was all the natal holy spirits of the major ancient clans, and it should not be possible for people other than his own clan to cultivate them.

But Mo Xian not only condensed it, but also practiced the natal dharma of every ancient clan.

Obviously, his understanding of cultivation has surpassed everyone in the world today.

Mo Xian's condensed holy spirit figures soon exceeded nine, and they continued to increase.

In the end, the entire world was filled with Mo Xian's huge holy spirit.

The terrifying atmosphere lingers around each other, as if time and space are frozen at this moment.

"How is this possible? Could it be that he has surpassed the holy realm!"

Countless people stared at Mo Xian dumbfounded, and there was no longer any thought of going against Mo Xian in their hearts.

Now Mo Xian's strength is absolutely unprecedented, even Mo Hong, the Martial God of the past, may be far behind.

"This boy is indeed better than Lao Tzu!" Not far away, Mo Hong watched quietly, and beside him was Qin Susu who had already faded a lot.

"I said a long time ago that not only you can't beat me, but you can't beat our son either!" Qin Susu laughed.

"Cut, I'm standing here, does he dare to hit me?" Mo Hong said, coughing violently, and he didn't know what he was doing, but he was abnormally weak, and his strength might not be as good as [-]% of his peak.

"Are you okay?" Qin Susu asked worriedly.

"I still can't die, I didn't expect that place is still so scary." Mo Hong shook his head.

"Oh, it's not easy for Xian'er to get to where he is today. Back then, you were so cruel that you left him behind!" Qin Susu looked at Mo Xian in the air with distress. Although he is now extremely powerful, it was all in exchange for endless hardships. here.

"Hehe, I can't help it, but my son will never be worse than others!" Mo Hongda said with a smile, once he only wanted Mo Xian to live an ordinary life.

But seeing Mo Xian's achievements now, he couldn't help being a little proud.

"Unfortunately, he still can't take that step!" Qin Susu sighed, if Mo Xian could really take that step, maybe the problem would be solved smoothly.

But fate is so wonderful, it always likes to give people hope, but in the end it is despair.

Whether it was Mo Hong back then or Mo Xian today.

After condensing dozens of holy spirit images in a row, Mo Xian's breathing was also a little short, but it didn't affect his majesty at all.

"Now, who dares to stop me?" Mo Xian looked at the tens of thousands of fighters on the opposite side, as if he was looking at a lot of ants.

No one dared to speak, no one even dared to breathe.

(End of this chapter)