Saiyan's Journey To Another World

"Now, to pay or not to pay."

Mo Xiaoyao held the sword in his right hand and put his left hand behind his back, walking forward slowly with a very indifferent tone.

Every time they took a step, there seemed to be a retreating drum in everyone's heart, oppressing their fragile and sensitive nerves, and retreating again and again.

Seeing that people's hearts were not stable, Mowenge frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he waved his hand, and the three radiant magic weapons hung in the air.

They are one bell, one tripod and one flag.

The magic clock is khaki-yellow in color, with mysterious and obscure dao patterns intertwined on it.

The magic tripod, with three ears, has a turquoise tripod with rust spots, and an ancient and long-lasting aura emanates from it.

The magic flag hides the spirit of killing and attacking in it, just like an army of hundreds of millions ready to go, with a single command, the cavalry will come and kill all the enemies, which makes people feel palpitating.

The people around him all looked at the three magic weapons with surprise on their faces, and they were all low-grade magic weapons of the Earth Profound level.

Plus his own purple gold bell, there are four pieces in total.

For a moment, greedy, envious, and jealous eyes gathered on Mowenge. If they were not afraid of Hei Wanglin behind him, they would definitely kill people and seize treasures at this time, and run away.

"Is the strength not enough for magic weapons?" Mo Xiaoyao was also slightly surprised by the opponent's generosity, but that's all.

Although the magic weapon is good, it depends on who uses it. The hard power of Mowenge itself is there, and it can't make any big waves.

Raising his hand, he swept out the sword, and the dazzling sword light swept away mightily.

Everyone's hearts were suspended again, but they felt relieved when they saw the four Earth Profound-level magic weapons in midair. They didn't believe that Mo Xiaoyao could break their defense this time.

Mowenge chuckled, and popped out a black bead with his fingers. The surface of the bead was smooth and delicate, and it contained terrifying mana fluctuations, and flew towards the four magic weapons.

The four magic weapons frantically absorbed the energy inside as if seeing a great tonic, and recharged themselves.

Seeing that the sword light was approaching, the magic weapons seemed to be displeased at being forcibly interrupted from eating. Their whole bodies shook, and even the void shook, and the sword light dissipated without leaving any traces.

"Obsidian Pearl." Mo Yunchuan narrowed his eyes slightly, unexpectedly the other party brought this auxiliary artifact.

The three of Vegito looked at him with doubts in their eyes.

Mo Yunchuan took a look at them, and answered: "Obsidian beads, one of the special products of the Black King Lin, the output is extremely low. It is produced from an obsidian tree for a hundred years. The energy in it can be described as massive, and it can be used for cultivation to get twice the result with half the effort. .”

"But it is more used in the military field. It is said that the top-quality obsidian beads can fully revive the holy soldiers and strike a blow. The quality of the obsidian beads in Mowenge's hands should not be much higher, otherwise the black king forest is definitely not good. This kind of treasure will be given to him easily."

Mo Yunchuan paused, with a gloating look on his face: "However, it is more than enough to recharge the four Earth Profound-level magic weapons, but I don't know how many times I can recharge them."

Hearing this, the three of Vegito also had anticipation on their faces. This chatterbox has never stopped talking since he started on the road, and he is annoying to death.

Especially Yan Jiuling, it is best to hope that the magic weapon can make him dumb, it would be even better if he is dumb and blind.

Mo Xiaoyao still maintained a very indifferent expression, but he had already scolded Mo Wenge in his heart: "Young people don't talk about martial arts!"

Damn, he played well, and suddenly took out four earth-level magic weapons, and also brought four obsidian beads to recharge together.

It's not that I can't afford it! ?

Mo Xiaoyao decided to take the initiative to attack. If the four Earth Mystic-level magic weapons were fully charged and fired at the same time, they would be seriously injured if they did not die.

Two fingers caressed the blade of the sword, the blade made a long sound, and the situation of the world changed again!

Immediately afterwards, the vast universe, the starry sky scene of vast stars appeared around Mo Xiaoyao.

He dominates the world like a white-clothed god standing in the endless starry sky for nine days and ten lands, his eyes are silvery and white, and there is an ethereal aura that makes it impossible to see his reality.

"Stars fall."

Mo Xiaoyao whispered, raised the sword, and the light sword seemed to be thickened, solidified and more destructive as if it had been blessed with the power of several stars.

"Let's attack together!" Mowenge's eyes were full of fear, he had heard about this sword technique.

He was the first Pavilion Master of the Moxiao Pavilion, a supreme quasi-emperor who once crossed the vast starry sky, and when he saw the stars shattered on the way, he created a supreme holy technique. After tens of thousands of years The improvement of the previous pavilion masters, its power can be compared with the emperor's art!

After being prepared, everyone no longer panicked, and a series of magic weapons and forbidden techniques were all played out.

Mowenge didn't care that the four magic weapons hadn't been fully charged, so he used his mana to force them.

For a moment, the overwhelming mana radiance blasted towards Mo Xiaoyao.

"cut."

The sword fell, across the void, without a sound.

The attacks of the crowd collapsed under the sword light, and they continued to kill them like a broken bamboo, but the starlight covering the sword light was slightly dimmed.

Fear, panic, and shame dominated everyone's hearts again. The attack of hundreds of people was so unbearable that they didn't even have time to meet each other.

They had thought about suppressing Mo Xiaoyao first, and then going to suppress Mo Yunchuan and others one by one.

Now it seems that they are completely thinking too much, and it is very good to be alive.

Mowenge's face was livid, and he slapped his chest to force out four drops of blood essence and inject them into the magic weapon respectively.

The four magic treasures shone brightly, shooting out four beams of mana, which collided with the sword light.

Boom! ! !

With a loud noise, a powerful air wave spread.

Mowenge flew upside down, vomited blood, and looked a little old. The consequences of excessive consumption of essence and blood were unimaginable, and his body function declined significantly.

The people around were directly shocked to death under the aftermath of that blow, and the rest felt uncomfortable, and regretted why they offended each other even more.

Under the impact of the air wave, Mo Xiaoyao stuck the sword in the ground with one hand, his body retreated violently, his throat was sweet, and he swallowed it forcefully.

The hand holding the sword was trembling, and his magic power was not running smoothly. This blow cost him a lot, but the effect he achieved was very impressive. The people on Mowenge's side were almost crushed by the beating, and their defeat was set. .

However, you still have to pretend, endured the discomfort and played a sword game in front of Mo Yunchuan and others, and calmly withdrew the sword.

With his hands hidden in his sleeves, behind his back, he trembled crazily.

With his free left hand, he stroked the long hair on his forehead.

The details are in place, this wave of full marks.

"Everyone, how is my lead?" Mo Xiaoyao said with a chuckle.

"Can."

"good."

"good."

"Pretty good."

The four looked at Mowenge and said perfunctorily, as casual as they wanted.

"Since the first battle is over, the rest will be handed over to you."

"It's gone, and the merit and fame are hidden. I have always been like this."

After playing handsome, Mo Xiaoyao randomly found an ancient tree and sat cross-legged, looking like he really regarded utilitarianism as dung.

He would never say, I can't do it after three strikes, you guys go up, I'll take a breather and rest for a while.

Vegito and the others see through it but don't say it. The power of the move just now is really good, and it is normal to consume a lot, so we won't expose his shortcoming.

Seeing that the four of them no longer paid attention to him, Mo Xiaoyao quickly swallowed a handful of elixir into his mouth, performed his exercises, and began to recover.

Look at Mowenge, as the third young master Lin, the Black King, he has no shortage of all kinds of panacea, no matter how empty it is, he can make it up for you.

His face gradually became rosy, but it was only with a whitish tinge, and he needed to rest for a period of time before he could fully recover.

Standing up, he glanced at Mo Yunchuan and the others resentfully.

The four magic weapons on the top of the head are still charging continuously, and without the obstacles of Mo Xiaoyao, they will reach the critical point, and the coercion emitted will become even stronger.

But with the lessons learned from the past, this time he was not sure whether he could defeat Mo Yunchuan with one blow.

Mo Xiaoyao, who is ranked eleventh in the magic list, can stop his four earth-level magic weapons and hundreds of people's attacks at once, although he lost his fighting power for a short time after this blow.

But it is undeniable that Mo Yunchuan, who is seventh on the magic list, is definitely stronger.

A trace of murderous intent flashed across Mowenge's eyes, just in case, a token was crushed silently by him.

If Mo Yunchuan was left here, how would the Demon God Palace react?

As for the other four, except for Mo Xiaoyao's somewhat special identity, all three of them could not escape death.

The grievances between him and Mo Yunchuan will end here.

For this guy who greened himself, he will never be allowed to walk out of the ancient temple forest alive.

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