The God-Destroying Bow is as fast as thunder, and it is the real arrow of the God of Death! Even if Mo Ran is far from Xing Tian’s level, the arrow she concentrated her strength to shoot can guarantee that it will not fall into nothing! And the dark arrow is like thunder, with the breath of death, breaking through the protective energy of the hell rebel dragon and stably piercing into the reverse bone!

It seemed that there was such a short time. The hell rebel dragon raised his head and roared. The two clusters of green dark fires were jumping wildly, and the reverse bone, which seemed to be no different from other dragon bones, suddenly turned red like an old iron!

Then, the red color spread rapidly on the white keel like a blood vessel!

The Hell Rebel Dragon broke free from the Canglong madly. The huge dragon body churned in the air, and the roar shook the sky. The terrible anger and hatred exaggerated the atmosphere around it.

After a while, it fell to the ground like it lost its balance, entrenched on the messy mountain, and a red line on the skeleton kept flashing, as if counting down on his energy.

The Hell Rebellion Dragon let out a resentful roar. It struggled many times without getting up from the ground. The two green dark fires moved and looked at Mo Ran!

Just as the God-Destroying Bow shot out the arrow, Mo Ran's figure was also exposed, but Blood Kill had already avoided it first.

At this time, Mo Ran stopped leisurely in the air, staring at the hell rebel dragon across the air. She was holding the God-Destroying Bow in her hand. The black bow body, the beauty of the bow almost surpassed any magic weapon. It only had the high arc and no bowstring, but everyone stared at it intently!

What kind of magic weapon would it be? It only had one arrow, and the hell rebel dragon was nailed to it?!

"Low-level humans! I don't believe it. I can't defeat humans! You are just a group of poor insects and are not worthy of having power!" Hell Rebel Dragon roared, but the voice was obviously a little lacking in energy. Suddenly, he asked again sternly: "What are you holding in your hand!"

"Yes, this is really surprising. I am not right about that magic weapon, right?" Another voice sounded, but Master Daoshe and Li Lengchuan, wearing monk's robes, also suddenly appeared. Both of them looked at Mo Ran with a serious expression.

Mo Ran raised his eyebrows slightly, and withdrew the God-Destroying Bow on his shoulder with his backhand, lifting up the red robe, unable to say it was unspeakable, "Is this? Since you are all so interested, I will let you see clearly, God-Destroying Bow, the magic weapon of the God of War Xing Tian, ​​is also my natal magic weapon. You must see clearly what it looks like. If someone pretends to me, I will not admit it without this."

The smile on Master Daoshe's face slowly disappeared, and there was a flash of murderous aura in Li Lengchuan's eyes.

"Divine God Bow?" Master Daoshe said, "You have all got it..."

The people on the Seventh-level Peak were almost frightened. If it were yesterday, someone told them that they had seen the Hell Rebel Dragon, Canglong, and the God-Destroying Bow. Some people even rode the God-Destroying Bow with the God-Destroying Bow and defeated the Hell Rebellion Dragon. They would definitely laugh at the man for going crazy and would not dare to be so imaginative in their dreams!

However, today, they all experienced it! So much so that everyone who could not figure out all this was almost paralyzed.

At this moment, the Master DaoShe suddenly moved! He took off his cassock and threw it towards the hell dragon! Then he folded his hands together, not knowing what he had recited.

Mo Ran's heart jumped! He acted much faster than thinking! She looked at the robe suddenly, and a blood-red handprint flew out from her eyebrows, facing it straight!

"boom!"

The bloody handprint collided with the cassock, and a huge energy burst out, shattering the cassock!

The smile on Master Daoshe's face completely disappeared, and he gradually showed a look of surprise and fear.

A Qingmen White Blade was actually afraid? Even Li Lengchuan looked at him more, "What's going on?"

"Amitabha, I originally wanted the hell to rebel dragon to exert some of my remaining energy. After all, it is better to let evil animals do it, but... I actually failed." Master DaoShe said, "Buddhist, it has trained a difficult guy."

Both of them looked at Mo Ran.

Mo Ran's thoughts moved and he instantly removed the state of fighting with the turtle. Four figures appeared beside him in the blink of an eye. The Ghost King was wearing a black cloak. Compared to the low-key and hiddenness of the Blood Kill, his cloak was outlined with golden and red lines on his cloak, and his domineeringness was also noble.

Mo Hai curled up with a purple gold crown, and was very handsome, smiling with his eyebrows and eyes, but he looked at Mo Ran with his hands down, reached out and hugged Mo Ran's waist, and laughed softly: "Dear Master, do you have anything else to say?"

"What do you mean?" Mo Ran was stunned. Didn't she finish what she should say?

Jialan smiled and said, "Master, it's better to deal with this rebel dragon first. The monk wants to help it prosper."

When Jia Lan interrupted, Mo Ran ignored the Ghost King. She frowned and said, "I have shot it in the vital points. Can it still survive?"

Jialan said, "Master, that great monk has endless Buddhism. If he hides it with a cassock, he can escape the disaster of the soul and the soul being dispersed."

Mo Ran suddenly realized that the Master Daoshe had made such an idea! It was indeed the Qingmen White Blade, and he didn't intend to stand by and watch! So, just now she subconsciously used Jia Lan's power to shoot the bloody handprint, and fortunately she did that, otherwise it would be troublesome!

"A low-level human being, I cannot die in your hands! I have a curse on my body. Even if you destroy my dragon bone, my soul will entangle you, making you uneasy forever!" The hell rebel dragon said unwillingly.

Mo Ran took the God-Destroying Bow back to the Wheel Sea, frowned and said to the people around him: "How can he destroy its soul together?"

Curse is indeed very tricky, which is why the rebel dragon is not only stronger after being sent to hell.

I heard Jia Lan smile, her gentle handsome face brought a trace of confusing beauty, the red line between her eyebrows also jumped gently, and the silver hair flew. Looking at Master Dao She, it turned out that the truth was even more cruel. The person in front of me was like a demon monk!

"The little monk is willing to relieve his worries for his master." He only heard him say.

Mo Ran had seen Jia Lan's smile like this, which was so beautiful, but she remembered it more clearly. The last time he smiled like this, he saved tens of thousands of living souls into hell...

After twitching the corner of his mouth, Mo Ran said, "You...what do you do?"

Jialan smiled and said, "The little monk can recite scriptures for this rebel dragon to be saved."

Is that true… “Do you save it to hell again?”

Jialan shook his head, "Master, the little monk does not only use the power of hell. Besides, the frequent opening of the gate of hell will alarm the master there."

He said so, and Mo Ran made a gesture of inviting him, "Then... thank you for your hard work."

Jialan flew over the head of the Hell Rebel Dragon. Amid the curse of the Hell Rebel Dragon's struggle, a series of golden swastika seals poured into the two clusters of green dark fires.

The sound of the hell rebel dragon struggling became weaker and weaker, and the aura became shallower, and the two clusters of dark fires became smaller and smaller! Not long after, the two clusters of dark fires suddenly disappeared one after another!

At the same time, the huge keel bone landed on the ground, and the flashing red line disappeared!

Now, the Hell Rebel Dragon is really dead!

"It's the 'the wrath of the Buddha'!" Master Dao She blurted out, and before Li Lengchuan could ask, he explained: "This is not an ordinary reliance. It seems that it is a big deal, but in fact, only a very small number of Buddhas in Buddhism can perform. Jia Lan was originally just a monk serving in front of the Buddha. How could he reach such a state!"

In terms of power, there are many monks like him in Buddhism, so even if Jia Lan did not die in the sacrifice to heaven, it is not worth worrying. But when he saw him today, Master DaoShe realized that they had actually ignored such a role!

Why is this? Even Master Daoshe can't figure it out.

"Is it just because it becomes a turtle?" Master Dao She murmured, "But... his spiritual power has completely changed. It is clearly filled with the smell of sin, so why can he still exert such profound Buddhist teachings as 'the wrath of Buddha'?"

On the other hand, Jia Lan turned around and seemed to be seeking credit with Mo Ran, "Master, what the little monk did is clean?"

Mo Ran also refreshed his understanding of him again and said sincerely: "It's so clean!"

Su Yuye also walked over with her long legs, and her long legs were extremely eye-catching. He tidied up his dark green military uniform and stopped in front of Mo Ran, "Children Mo Ran, the situation was urgent just now, and some things should be explained clearly."

"What?" Mo Ran was stunned again. Can this guy, and the Ghost King, play some text games with her?

Su Yuye smiled, "You let others step on your uncle without authorization, but you have to accept the uncle's punishment."

Mo Ran's scalp was numb when he heard the word "punishment" and immediately said, "It was them who stepped on me. Why should I be punished? There is a vengeance and a debt, so you can find them!"

"Well? Do you really want your uncle to punish them? It's angering Long Wei, but there's only a way out." Su Yuye said.

Mo Ran gritted his teeth and died... Su Yuye, maybe this guy can do it! Even if he is not afraid of blood killing, Hongwen can't do it! "Let's discuss this later."

Su Yuye said, "If you promise to take it on your behalf now, it will be easy to discuss."

"Okay, I agree, but don't go too far!" Mo Ran said, could you pay attention to the occasion? Anyway, she couldn't put her face down and bargain with this guy leisurely.

Su Yuye curled her lips and smiled slutty, "How could it be? Uncle knows the right way best."

"Do you think the game is over if the hell rebel dragon dies?" Suddenly, a loud voice sounded, and Leng Lichuan walked out, shrank into an inch, and was approaching in the blink of an eye.

The Ghost King wandered around Mo Ran's waist, stood comfortably, smiled, but said, "If Qingmen White Blade takes action, this game will be fun. In that case, my master will not play with you anymore. I really want to move."
Chapter completed!