"You are so stupid! I also changed my mind last time, why didn't you stop talking? This time you told me 'change' again!"

"It wasn't urgent last time."

"Then what is 'urgent' and what is the definition of 'urgent'!"

"You are in a hurry now."

"Ahhh! Woman! Shut up!"

"..."

"Ahhh! Talk!"

"..."

Mo Mo stopped talking.

Feng Yujin realized that something was wrong.

Is this little girl going to get angry again and stop chatting with me?

But it's too late to apologize, the knife that is not crazy will show no mercy.

The moment the sword light sealed his throat, the Gray Mist Man's hands formed seals, and the heaven and earth shook.

"Six Paths·Dusty Door!"

The king of hell is having a feast outside, but he is not crazy inside.

The sealed door, which was just a crack in the door at first, took shape instantly and turned into a hexahedron, sealing Wei Kuang into the world inside the door.

Yan Wangyan's sword intention stagnated, as if he was thrown into a different dimension. He could not sense the master's power for a short time, and stopped in front of Mo Mo's throat.

Everyone was stunned.

What is this scenario?

Feng Yujin was manipulated by Mo Mo?

Holding his head in the disappearing world, he was even more shocked than when he saw Wei Kuang using the Divine Mind.

But these are not important anymore.

In the battlefield, Gray Mist Man Feng Yujin's spiritual skill directly brought Jinren back to the previous battle in Tianxuan Sect.

The spiritual skills are the same, but their strength and molding speed are completely different.

At that time, the "Six Paths: Dust-sealed Gate" still had to spend a lot of time waiting for its magical skills to take shape before it could trap the enemy.

Now, in just a few words of conversation, Feng Yujin trapped the half-sage Wei Kuang.

This is simply a qualitative leap!

But before I had time to think about it, blood-red energy and light overflowed from the six-door gap that had been sealed until it was not crazy...

"break!"

Wei Kuang roared loudly, and the world penetrated through the door.

At the end of his speech, he blasted through the six gates with just the blood-red air pillar's killing thoughts, crushing everything into primitive gray mist.

Shen Shen Nian is said to be a cross-generational work that is comparable to the power of the ancestral source.

What's more, the old sword sage's intention to kill, after decades of accumulation, was too strong, far beyond Xu Xiaoshou's sword intention, which he had only cultivated for a short time.

Once the seal is removed, you will not be as crazy as a trapped animal escaping from its cage, but will become completely crazy.

He held the King of Hell's banquet, swung his knife horizontally, and swept away the blood-filled sky.

"Slay the demon!"

When Mo Mo's body was breached by the Six Paths Dust-Sealed Gate, he had already escaped in time.

But the knife that is not crazy is too fast!

Manipulating Mo Mo's frail body from a layer away is the biggest obstacle to Feng Yujin's battle!

Even so, his fighting consciousness was still so high that he atomized Mo Mo's body in time, allowing the blood light of "Demon Slayer" to cut past him, but penetrated Mo Mo.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

The giant mural collapsed.

The bloody light of this sword struck the side of the corridor, forcefully opening another gap next to the only entrance to the Ranming ruins, leading to the unknown.

Above the Ranming ruins, near the high cliffs of Heishui Stream, the mountains collapsed and the ground collapsed for thousands of miles!

The white clothes and red clothes on it didn't know what happened, they just stood up in fright like a bird in the forest.

When flying high into the sky, everyone looked down and saw that the rising mountains had collapsed into depressions, as if they had been pushed flat by the word "一".

In just a short breath, murderous aura and blood seeped out of the sinking mountain, and the maple trees were red for thousands of miles.

All the creatures on it perished, except for the tester who was snatched away in time by the guards who were always paying attention to the battle here.

A very familiar killing intent... Cheng Huan and others stayed in the air, looking at the collapsed ground, looking at each other.

"Senior, not crazy?"

"This, is this a knife mark?"

…

"hiss!"

Everyone gasped.

A knife that is not crazy is too overbearing!

This comes with a sword that possesses a deep sense of consciousness. I'm afraid only Mr. Mito's sword-like double swords can withstand it, right?

If it were an ordinary semi-saint, wouldn't he be able to kill Jiang Buyi with a sword?

Is this the Three Emperors at their peak?

Everyone couldn't help but think of Yan Wuse, who was also the Three Emperors.

From the First Temple of Sin to the Kingdom of Giants to the Fallen Abyss to the Blood Realm to other Jedi, from the Passive Fist to the Second World to the Demon Emperor Black Dragon to the Crazy Machine God...

Of course, Yan Wuse died in the end on the face of the water ghost.

However, now it seems that only this kind of game, this kind of killing battle, can really drag down the Three Emperor-level semi-saints to death bit by bit, right?

"Feng Yujin, can you bear it?"

Within the battle situation.

After pouring out the sword, Wei Feng seemed to have calmed down a little, and stopped in mid-air holding the King of Hell's Banquet.

Mo Mo returned to his physical form from the gray fog state, feeling pain in his waist and abdomen.

She stretched out her fingers and tore her dress at her waist, wiping out a trace of blood...

Thorough spiritual thoughts, ultimate power!

This kind of power is best used to deal with all kinds of elemental bodies, let alone the mist of sealed bodies that are not even elemental bodies.

When the blood between his fingers moved to his eyes, Feng Yujin was speechless.

"Ah this..."

He waved Mo Mo's hand and explained with numbness:

"Little girl, don't get me wrong!"

"It's really not that I couldn't avoid it and deliberately made you hurt."

"This sword is indeed a bit fierce. It is very similar to the sword thought of the Eight Masters... the Eight Masters."

laugh……

A large amount of blood suddenly spurted out from Mo Mo's waist, staining her white dress red.

She was stunned, and soon her eyelashes were trembling in pain.

"Feng Yujin, I'm injured..."

"Uh." The gray mist man behind her trembled and could no longer form a sentence, "I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, right..."

"He is very powerful, better than the previous ones, right?" Mo Mo interrupted to apologize, and his voice returned to calmness.

"This is natural!" Feng Yujin was delighted. This little girl is still willing to talk, which is a good thing!

"Can you beat him at his best?"

"Are you talking nonsense? This Holy Emperor, he is just a half-saint! Who are you looking down on?"

"what about now?"

"Uh... uh... he, mainly he is not a spiritual refiner... you haven't grown up yet..."

"I see."

Mo Mo Bingxue is smart, how could he not know that when Feng Yujin loses his confidence and starts beating around the bush, it means he is in trouble.
To be continued...