A lot of MMPs suddenly appeared in Mo Yan's heart and wanted to speak directly to Teng Jing.

You really deserve your name.

It’s okay if an old senior who has lived for hundreds of years leads his own group of juniors to conspire to plot against someone whose cultivation is not as good as your juniors. As a cultivation family with a strong root and a legacy for thousands of years, you still have to bring grenades!

It’s fine if you bring a grenade, but you still have a spirit!

The rg-60tb temperature-pressure grenade was almost a grenade with strong lethality before the disaster. It is equivalent to the explosion effect of 600 grams of tnt explosives. In fact, it cannot be said to be a grenade. To some extent, this thing is comparable to a cannon.

Although it is small in size, its killing radius can reach about seven meters. In addition to explosives, there are also cloud explosion agents that can form secondary explosions. This is the most brutal grenade for living creatures. Although the cultivator's physique is many times stronger than that of ordinary people, the problem is that no matter how powerful you are, you are still flesh and blood, not to mention that Teng Jingzhi is still attached to it.

Mo Yan didn't know what was possessed by the spirit, but he thought that it would definitely be extremely harmful and would never have a positive buff like healing.

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He Weinong's arrival made Mo Wu unable to summon Yingxiong. As soon as that guy came out, he would attack indiscriminately. It would be better not to have to do so unless he had to.

But Mo Xian couldn't watch He Weinong being attacked by a three-pronged approach. His bamboo-like hand suddenly pinched a sword technique.

Teng Jingzhi was distracted by Eryi, and naturally saw Mo Yan's small movements, and a sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth. Was this kid scared to death? He actually put his sword on his finger and raised his finger in front of him, aiming his finger at his eyebrows and making a shooting move.

What's even more ridiculous is that his mouth was silently making a "bang" lip shape to cooperate.

idiot!

But the next second, the horrifying murderous intent pierced his forehead like a needle, which was dangerous!

Teng Jingzhi had no time to care about anything, and he turned it over in an extremely embarrassed manner, and happened to collide with a B-level cultivator from the Teng family.

An ordinary B-level cultivator could not withstand the life-threatening collision of his ancestor. He immediately swayed far away like a kite with a broken string, and then fell to the ground with a "bang" sound, and never got up again.

Teng Jingzhi didn't have time to wipe the cold sweat that was flowing out in an instant, and he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder blades. With a "boom", a ball of blood and flesh burst out and his face. Teng Jingzhi only felt that his body was lighter and he was heavy again, and he felt a very awkward feeling all over his body.

He tilted his head with a wooden face to look at his shoulder. There was only a blood hole, and his right arm was gone.

At the same time, a piercing pain instantly grabbed him.

After firing two shots there, Mo Jian was also very uncomfortable. It seemed that all his strength was pulled away, and his head seemed to be in a vacuum state. The pain made him thrust all over his body, but he couldn't show it.

Mo Yan squinted his eyes slightly. The mimicry antimatter ultrafine particle beam was indeed domineering. Even the old Nascent Soul monster could not avoid his attack twice in a row.

Although I was so uncomfortable that I wanted to use my head to hit the wall, Mo Yan still rarely showed a smile that was even worse than crying, and I won!

His ability to defeat Teng Jingzhi shows that he has the power to fight against Mo Qianlin now, which gives him more confidence in his trip to the old grave.

Unfortunately, the practice time is too short. Although there are five summoned beasts in the picture, the highest level is only B. In the battle, facing a big guy like Mo Qianlin, the D-level Snow Crystal Poison Spider is going to deliver vegetables, and the C-level Sand Monkey is just a toy that will disintegrate and reassemble it on its own.

I had known that I hadn't been staying in the Kirin headquarters all day long. I went to the small secret realm to catch a few B-level summoned beasts, and the chances of winning would be greater.

But not all things in this world are rotated by his will as the central axis. A person who almost died can achieve such achievements today is a complete template for the protagonist. Of course, he is the protagonist, so there is no doubt about this.

The cramps in his head and the weakness of his body finally made it difficult for Mo Yan to disguise him. He staggered and turned to He Weinong.

Mo Yan's face instantly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Some very bad memories came in an instant, but when Mo Yan saw He Weinong's expression of disgust, he seemed to be forced into a mouthful.

He actually dares to dislike himself?

Mo Yan's body slammed over like a puppet that had lost the thread. He Weinong subconsciously wanted to retreat and avoid it. After thinking about it, he lifted Mo Yan with a blue face with one hand and threw it to the snow crystal poisonous spider in the distance like avoiding a snake or scorpion.

Then He Weinong turned his head and rushed forward, and rushed straight to Teng Jingzhi, who had already broken his arm.

"I am Longyuan Teng clan..."

"Get out of here, Long Yuanteng's face was thrown away by you." This sentence made everyone who was still alive showed surprise.

Facing the Teng family ancestor, Mo Yan's previous performance was already arrogant and domineering and bold. This person was simply provoking the entire Longyuan Teng family with his own strength.

When facing his own disadvantage, he wanted to show his identity and shock the other party, so that he would let go of his own thoughts and be scolded to disappear immediately.

Teng Jingzhi sacrificed so many B-level cultivators in the Teng family and finally got what he wanted. The only thing he wanted now was to return to the family immediately to refine the ten drops of blood in his heart, and then sneak into the Longyuan to get the thing that should have belonged to him five hundred years ago.

Like Mo Qianlin, these descendants who are unknown how many generations they are separated from him have no feelings for them. At most, the Teng family has lost another tool person to drive.

As a tool man, as long as he doesn't fall, the Teng family's signature will not fall, and the future generations will have as many as possible. Therefore, the most urgent thing is that something he has been thinking about for hundreds of years, and everything else is false.

"Very good. In more than five hundred years, you are the first person to talk to me like this. Leave your name. I will not kill the nameless person." Teng Jingzhi said and raised his hand, and the broken arm on the ground seemed to fly towards him like life.

But a spider silk moved faster than Teng Jingzhi. He directly tied the cut-off arm and pulled it to Mo Yan, who was leaning against the wall and breathing.

This familiar scene immediately made Teng Jing's eyes red.

As if he knew what he was thinking at this moment, Mo Yan raised his hand and raised the fan bone wrapped in a faint black mist, and then the thing suddenly disappeared.

Teng Jing's eyes were so bloody that you really think the weapons raised by the Nascent Soul monk in his dantian were so easy to take away?

The battle was fierce before, and he just had no time to take care of it.
Chapter completed!