As soon as the tip of the gun appeared, the temperature in the cave suddenly dropped a little and then began to rise step by step. Soon, a spear-like tip of about 30 centimeters was grabbed by Teng Jing in his hand. Where the tip of the gun came out, there was a blood hole thicker than the tip of the gun, and blood was twitching from the wound.

But Teng Jingzhi seemed to have no idea about the blood hole in his palm. He held the tip of the gun with his other hand and pointed it at Mo Yan's heart from a distance, and suddenly pierced it from the air.

With a "puff", a bloody cut suddenly appeared in Mo Yan's chest, and the tip of the gun seemed to turn into a long whale that absorbed the water of all rivers and wanted to drink the blood in one sip.

Mo Xian didn't expect that he could be injured by the tip of the gun from the air, and he didn't expect that he, who claimed that every cell had his own opinions, would suddenly get rid of the law of gravity and flew parallel to the tip of the gun.

When Luo An saw this scene, his eyes flashed but he was helpless. He looked at Zhu Zhu who had not woken up. His heart aches but he was helpless. He could not save Zhu Zhu or help Mo Jian. The only thing he could do was wait.

But he suddenly saw some clues.

"Mo...Mo Wu, they are... setting up a formation!"

Mo Yan was shocked by the blood in his heart, which made people feel a little panicked. In addition, although he had been irritating all kinds of sarcasm in his mouth, the huge sense of danger brought to him by the other party was always oppressing him to concentrate on the old man who had no idea how high his cultivation level was, and he had no time to take care of him, so naturally he did not pay attention to those Teng family cultivators who had always performed mediocrely.

Teng Jingzhi was furious and kicked away the [plague] thrown to the ground, heading straight to Luo An’s lower abdomen and dantian at lightning.

Luo An tried his best to mobilize all the star energy in his body to protect his dantian, but the [plague] speed was so fast that it brought out a sonic boom. Luo An knew that even when he was in full swing, he could not stop this, let alone the end of his strength now?

He is denied.

However, the dazzling everything that happened next almost shocked Luo An.

Mo Yan was waiting for this moment. When Teng Jingzhi kicked that kick, Mo Yan's pressure suddenly decreased. His dagger [Ye Ge] was projected by him, and he stabbed a Teng family with a level of C cultivation. Like Teng Jingzhi, the dagger attacked the man's dantian. After a wave in the cave, Teng Jingzhi's entire aura suddenly decreased sharply, and the gun head in his hand was not as fierce as before.

Unfortunately, Mo Yan's blood was still drunk by the gun, and he did not obey Mo Yan's will.

A cold smile climbed up Teng Jingzhi's old face that had succeeded in his tricks: "Are you very unwilling to accept it? You discovered it too late, so what if you break my formation? I have already got your blood. When I refine this [Changyuan], I will have another dragon-slaying event, but that is the carnival of my ancestors, hahahahahaha!"

He even didn't care that the sword he had stabbed at Luo An had failed, nor did he care about Luo An and Zhu Zhu who had been dragged away by the Xue Jing poisonous spider behind him, nor did he pay attention to the Teng family cultivators who were fighting with Tiluoga and Erha. Instead, he turned around and wanted to rush out of the cave entrance and leave.

Mo Ye was about to summon Yingxiong and suddenly gave this guy a surprise, but a man strode from the entrance of the cave and stopped Teng Jing straight away.

Teng Jing looked at the young boy in front of him, snorted contemptuously, and the little fire dragon rushed out like lightning again.

Mo Yan looked at his extremely familiar face and suppressed the idea of ​​summoning Yingxiong.

I don’t know why, but the person at the entrance of the cave clearly knew him, but the aura on his body was obviously not the same person.

"Mo Yan, are you okay?" The visitor completely ignored Teng Jingzhi's fire dragon, and instead asked Mo Yan about his situation with great concern. After all, the bloody hole in his chest looked a little shocking.

"He Weinong, be careful, that person...Nasty Soul stage..." Before Mo Yan could speak, Luo An, who had quickly taken the healing medicine, was the first to remind the person.

That's right, this person is indeed He Weinong.

But it's not He Weinong.

Because Mo Wu knew He Weinong's previous cultivation level, he was definitely not as strong as this person.

Teng Jingzhi's fire dragon couldn't do anything to him, because it was because Chu Yi could withstand all attacks from the five elements attributes, but when facing He Weinong, he actually pinched and exploded with two fingers.

Although the magma fire dragon was pinched and fused again into a fire dragon that was exactly the same as before, its color and attack power were obviously incomparable to the same as before, and even its speed and length were very different from before.

This time it was Teng Jing's turn to be shocked and suspicious.

"Who are you?"

The two of them didn't have their hands free between asking and answering questions. The little fire dragon was not as agile as before, but they still waited for an opportunity to burn He Weinong to ashes.

The spear head in Teng Jingzhi's hand also kept coming and going, choosing those tricky angles to attack He Weinong.

He Weinong was holding a Tang sword similar to Mo Yan's [Plague], but the blade body was bright and seemed to have a layer of vague web patterns flashing from time to time. Occasionally, thunder was faint and it was not at all inferior.

Mo Yan knows very well how serious the consequences of losing ten drops of blood at one time as a cultivator. You should know that in general, it is only enough to sign a master-servant contract.

So Mo Xian planned to attack He Weinong from both sides and take back the gun head that sucked away his blood first.

Tiluoga and Erha have solved two B-level cultivators, and Zhu Zhu is still asleep now. Although Luo An has broken one leg, he has some self-healing ability based on his infinitely close to B-level cultivation. I believe the two are safe.

Mo Yan's feet moved, and Teng Jingzhi had already guessed what he was going to do. Teng Jingzhi's face flashed with a fierce look, and suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a black palm-sized fan bone. The fan slammed up and down at the remaining Teng family cultivators. Several people howled and fell down almost at the same time, and then their bodies quickly shriveled and aging. The thin elder Mo Yan had seen in Nanli City before actually exaggeratedly even fell off a few teeth.

On the other hand, Teng Jingzhi swept away the decline after the formation was broken before, and even the magma dragon became fierce again.

He opened his mouth again to take away the small fan bone, and a red spider silk suddenly rolled the fan bone straight and ran wildly into the depths of the cave.

Mo Ye knew that this bone must be an ordinary person, and Teng Jingzhi was different from Mo Qianlin. He was an old antique who had always lived and always controlled all the supreme power of the Teng family. The ancestor of the aristocratic family with such a profound background naturally had countless good things on him.

Mo Yan wanted to use this bone to tie Teng Jingzhi into this hole.
Chapter completed!