These words made Dongfang Mo feel a little uncomfortable. Why did a woman feel so cruel and hesitate for a moment? Dongfang Mo would still sway and go directly to the bluestone: "Ziyun, no matter how high your cultivation level is, do you think I will be afraid of anything?"

After the words came, Dongfang Mo directly surged all over his body. The spiritual energy in his hand was thick. Looking at this purple cloud, one palm was desperate. Dongfang Mo knew that just those ordinary techniques should not be enough in front of this level six Xuanhuang Emperor, so Dongfang Mo came up and used the first level of the Nine Xuan Jue, Mantian.

Dongfang Mo thought that a cultivator like Ziyun would definitely look down on him. It was already a smug person to let someone stretch out a finger to fight him. Although Dongfang Mo was wild, he was not without self-knowledge.

However, what surprised Dongfang Mo was that Ziyun's hands were surging with a thick spiritual energy, and his eyes widened. This expression scared Dongfang Mo. No, don't you give me any chance? This woman is a little too stingy. Even if it's a full-strength attack from the first-level Xuan Emperor, Dongfang Mo dared not say that he could deal with it. Besides, he has not improved his bloodline power yet and has not improved his cultivation level.

Damn, is this woman menopause?

The situation did not take as sharply as Dongfang Mo thought. He did not press him to the ground and abuse him suddenly. Instead, his technique passed through all the aura in her palm.

Dongfang Mo felt that his technique had indeed completely passed through Ziyun's spiritual energy, and he had absolutely used all his strength. But what he couldn't accept the most was that he didn't know where he went to, and how Ziyun resolved it.

After Dongfang Mo came up with this technique, he was stunned, while Ziyun was stunned. After the two of them had a confused fight, they became even more confusing.

Finally, Ziyun said with a shocked expression: "Dongfang Mo, you, what technique did you do just now?"

Dongfang Mo looked at his hands, then Ziyun, thinking in his heart, what's going on in this menopause is just a technique, is it so shocking to do it?

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Ziyun's shock seemed to be unable to calm down, and even her lips trembled: "Dongfang Mo, tell me quickly, what do you have, all the means, all the skills, and more."

Dongfang Mo was confused. This woman is not just menopause, but also a lunatic.

"Well, Ziyun, what are my methods? Why should I tell you?" Dongfang Mo felt that his IQ was instantly lowered by Ziyun in front of him. He actually said such a saying that was not of level.

Dongfang Mo looked at the strange woman in front of him with some annoyance, but Ziyun didn't care at all, and didn't care about Dongfang Mo's strange eyes: "Dongfang Mo, Dongfang Mo" Ziyun kept murmuring Dongfang Mo's name in her mouth.

Listening to Ziyun repeating his name constantly, Dongfang Mo only felt a chill all over his body, right? Are the women here locked up crazy? He doesn't have such a heavy taste. If the woman in front of him fell in love with him, he would rather die than the feeling that the ice sea demon zhe gave him.

"I said, if you want to go out, I wouldn't have come here for the sake of Elder Gu." Dongfang Mo interrupted Ziyun's behavior of keeping calling his name impatiently.

Ziyun seemed to suddenly think of something, and slowly stood up straight. Looking at Dongfang Mo, the shock on her face calmed down a little. Even if she returned to normal now, she seemed to suppress the excitement in her heart.

Dongfang Mo couldn't help but take two steps back. What is this woman going to do? You are so excited. When you heard my name just now, you acted like you wanted to kill me. Now what are the tricks to play with?

Suddenly, Dongfang Mo finally knew what Ziyun in front of him wanted to do, because he had already felt the pressure, as if his whole body was imprisoned by invisible power. Sure enough, the power of the sixth level Xuan Emperor was not something that he, a small third level Xuan King, could resist. Dongfang Mo even had difficulty breathing.

The Dongfang Mo Qiji was so angry that he smoked. He was indeed a menopausal woman. The wind was wind, rain, and the face changed faster than reading, damn

Dongfang Mo would not be imprisoned like this. He improved his spiritual energy. While urging his spiritual energy, the endless power dissolved in his bloodline became restless and crazy. It has to be said that now, the power in this bloodline makes Dongfang Mo himself feel terrifying.

These powers are wild and unruly. Although they are dissolved in their own blood, Dongfang Mo only feels that if he is not careful, he will not be able to control these powers at all.

Now, Dongfang Mo has also fought hard, and he doesn't want to control it at all. If he is completely taken by the Level 6 Xuan Emperor in front of him, he will be really unwilling to accept it.

Therefore, Dongfang Mo's activation this time was completely different from the previous ones. It was a crazy release without any consequences. If it only activates the power of these bloodlines, Dongfang Mo would only soar in his cultivation and his combat power would increase.

However, this time, except for Dongfang Mo's cultivation level reached the level of a first-level Xuan Emperor in the blink of an eye, even his eyes were filled with scarlet colors, without demonic nature and bloodthirsty, but it gave people a kind of kingly pressure that looked down on the world.

The distance behind Dongfang Mo's head also flew wildly, and his spiritual energy surged. He suddenly gathered his hands and clenched his fists.

"laugh"

In this very quiet environment, such a small sound is also very obvious. This sound made Ziyun's eyes twitch, and there was a huge surprise in his eyes. No one knew what this surprise meant.

If it were an ordinary enemy, this situation would never show a surprise expression, because Dongfang Mo just clenched his fist and the void in his palm was shattered.

It was just a few fleeting tiny cracks, but this also illustrates the terrifying power and degree of the Eastern Ink

Now, Dongfang Mo suddenly felt that he seemed to be unable to control these two people. He was worried. How could this strange woman let him lose control here? Therefore, Dongfang Mo slightly restrained some of his blood power. When his cultivation level fell back to the realm of Xuanwang, he instantly woke up.

However, Dongfang Mo remembered this strange phenomenon. The last time he was also. He could not control himself when he was promoted to Xuanhuang's cultivation level. When he had time, he must take a good look at what happened.

After clear mind, he looked up at Ziyun in front of him: "Let me go"

With this low growl, Dongfang Mo had suddenly opened his palm, and the highest level of the Nine Profound Skills that he could comprehend was suddenly pushed out.

Dongfang Mo had long been ignorant of any backlash. If this attack could not repel the Ziyun in front of him, then he really had no choice.

When Ziyun saw that Dongfang Mo raised the power of her bloodline to this point and used the fifth level of the forty-five postures of the Nine Profound Lesson, her face suddenly changed.

"You are really trying hard." With Ziyun's shout, the gauze dress on her body suddenly flew up, and a soft halo rose, protecting her herself, but at this moment, she could not move all over, which was very strange.

Dongfang Mo's technique fell on this gentle light like a storm, but it could not pass through a single moment.

However, Dongfang Mo didn't know the result at all, because when his blood power was out of control and he could not wait to see what the result was, he had already started to retaliate wildly.

The endless pain that seemed to tear his soul apart came overwhelmingly, making him unable to hide at all

This backlash made Dongfang Mo feel pain, because this backlash seemed not only a backlash of that technique, but also a power dissolved in the bloodline, as if something had not been discharged, and it was like jumping out of his meridians.

What made Dongfang Mo frown was that his spiritual consciousness seemed to be a floating leaf, not under his control at all. He was constantly hit by this technique and the power in his bloodline, and he didn't seem to know how to put it.

"No, is this the rhythm that took my life?" Dongfang Mo thought secretly in his heart, but he was helpless and could not move a single finger.

I don’t know how long it took, Dongfang Mo’s spiritual consciousness seemed to slowly stabilize. Even if he wanted to escape, he could not bear all the backlash completely.

When the peak of the backlash passed and slowly seemed to be flattened, Dongfang Moben wanted to return to his soul space to see. He wondered whether the souls that had become crystals would be made into two halves, and suddenly felt a gentle hand constantly stroking his forehead.

This palm seemed very warm. The gentle touch made him feel extremely comfortable in an instant, and he was even a little greedy for this temperature, and he couldn't explain what it felt like.

However, this feeling passed in an instant, because Dongfang Mo's thoughts immediately returned to the breakpoint before falling down. Who is the owner of this hand? Isn't it?
Chapter completed!