Fighting Starts from Saving Yunyun

Bang!

The two terrifying forces collided, blasting the air, distorting the entire space, and a huge energy storm condensed at this moment, and swept away.

And at this time, Qing Yanjing also found the breaking point of the immortal heavenly spirit formation, pointed at one place, and sternly shouted: "That is the weakest point of the formation, attack there!"

However, several people just made a move.

The energy storm set off by the explosion immediately sent them all flying, vomiting blood continuously.

And at this moment, the giant palm of the Buddha slapped heavily on the shining light of the Asura Divine Fire on the forehead of the red statue against the pillar of fire that spewed out.

Bang!

The seemingly hard forehead of the red statue, or the entire head, shattered at this moment, and countless stone chips flew out.

Its huge strides also stopped at this moment.

A ray of red light flew out from the location of the explosion, and the fiery flames burned and distorted the space. If there was no fairy-grade heavenly spirit array trapped, this space would be burned and destroyed by it.

Chen Mo's face was pale, and this palm took out most of the spiritual power in his body.

He grabbed a large handful of pills, stuffed them all into his mouth, fought back, manipulated Qianzhang Buddha, punched at the breaking point of the spiritual formation that Qing Yanjing said, and aimed at Shura. Shenhuo caught it.

at this time.

The ancient bloodthirsty vines that had lost any resistance swept towards Chen Mo.

"Oh!"

The Buddha's devastating punch hit the weak point of the spiritual array fiercely, and the spiritual array only resisted for a moment before it shattered in response.

And those countless ancient bloodthirsty demon vines also tightly entangled Chen Mo.

He wanted to strangle the black armor on his body bit by bit, and then devour his flesh and blood.

On the other side, Buddha's giant palm also grabbed Shura's divine fire into his hand and surrounded it.

"The space blockade is gone." Mo Ketian, who was only slightly injured, said excitedly, and then looked at Chen Mo, who had been entangled by countless vines, and the Dharma body that had not dissipated, and said with a trembling voice:

"What kind of dharma body is this, so powerful?"

"Young Patriarch, quickly grab that armor." Suddenly, the old man in hemp robe looked at the unmoving red statue, pointed at the blood-colored armor on his body, and said loudly.

"Sura's blood mark!" Mo Ketian's complexion changed, because he found that Xuan Luo was already one step ahead.

"Young patriarch, you go and get it, the old man is here to stop them." The old man in the hemp robe shouted sharply, and rushed towards Xuan Luo.

"Old man." Xuan Luo, who was seriously injured, was not fast at all, and was quickly chased by the old man in hemp robe, blocking him.

Xuan Luo cursed secretly, and immediately took out a jade slip from the mustard seed bracelet and crushed it.

Seeing this, the old man in hemp robe also took out a jade slip from the mustard bracelet and crushed it.

"Young Master Xuanluo, this blood armor is related to the inheritance of Emperor Shura, I cannot give it to you ancient Futu clan." The old man in hemp robe said with a smile.

Xuan Luo's face was gloomy.

Mo Xin, who wanted to sneak past, was also stopped by the old man in hemp robe.

"Mokelong, you Mokegu tribe wants to take it all by yourself, but there is no door." Mo Xin sternly shouted, took out a scroll from the ring and opened it.

Immediately, an astonishingly fierce aura quickly radiated from the scroll, that majestic energy seemed to pierce through the world.

A moment later, a huge body appeared above this space, holding the hundred-foot-sized St. Stupa Pagoda in its hands, and a mighty coercion even made everyone breathless.

"Big elder!"

"Big elder!"

"Big elder!"

Xuan Luo, Mo Xin, and Qing Yanjing greeted each other respectfully.

"Futuxuan" the face of the old man in the hemp robe sank, although this huge body was just a phantom, but Futuxuan was in the middle stage of the Supreme Heavenly Supreme Saint, even if it was just a phantom, the old man in the hemp robe was not his opponent.

"Great Elder, there is Emperor Shura's blood seal on the blood armor, as well as the clues of Emperor Shura, we must not let the people of the Moke Gu clan take it away." Xuan Luo said to Fu Tuxuan.

"what?"

Futuxuan also made a surprised sound, and soon made a plan. Although the relationship between the Futu ancient clan and the Moke ancient clan was ambiguous, Futuxuan still knew what to choose in front of the inheritance of Emperor Shura.

"Another day, this old man will personally go to the Mokegu clan to apologize." After finishing speaking, Futuxuan threw the Holy Buddha Pagoda in his hand, intending to take the entire red statue into his pocket.

"Old guy, don't bother you."

Just when the holy pagoda was about to cover the red statue, the void suddenly twisted somewhere, and the space was broken immediately, a figure exuding a monstrous aura descended on this world, and knocked the holy pagoda into the air with one palm.

"Father!"

Mo Ketian looked at the figure and said excitedly.

"Mokezhi." Futuxuan's complexion changed, although his strength was similar to that of Mokezhi, but what Mokezhi came from was an incarnation outside his body, and he was just a phantom of concentrated power.

In comparison, Mocozhi clearly has the upper hand.

"Brother Futu, I haven't seen you for a long time." Mo Kezhi hovered above the sky, congratulated him hypocritically, and then fixed his eyebrows, looking at the monstrous Buddha, wondering, "What is this?"

Futuxuan also noticed the Buddha, but he was not interested in this scene at this time, and said: "Clan Chief Moke, everyone pays attention to first come first, this blood armor, but I, the ancient Futu clan, arrived first."