"Yuan Hong, have you drunk too much? Are you still looking for death?" Yang Jian looked at the man who jumped out, couldn't help but his eyes turned cold, and he shouted angrily.

In fact, he was not the only one. All the disciples of Chanjiao in the palace at this moment looked at Xingjun who was wearing white armor and they all looked unhappy. What do you mean? The person who provoked their Yuxu Palace in front of all the immortals was

Is it easy to bully Yuxu Palace?

Yuan Hong, the Four Wasted Star Lords?!

Hearing this name, Mo Yuan couldn't help but look at the white-armored star king, but he saw that this guy was short in stature but had a rather cold face. At first glance, he seemed to have the kind of temperament that liked to be brave and aggressive.

"Yang Jian, you are nosy. Why, I am looking for Mo Yuan to fight in order to cheer up the immortals. What has happened to you? Your Majesty hasn't spoken yet, or is your junior uncle afraid?" Yuan

Hong looked at Yang Jian and sneered.

Others are afraid of Yang Jian, but he is not afraid. He was not afraid at the beginning, let alone now. Anyway, he is on the list of gods. As long as the big treasure is not destroyed, no one can kill him. The great thing is that he will be beaten to death. After a few days

Even after a thousand years, he is still a good man.

He looked at Mo Yuan with a bit of disdain and jealousy in his eyes. It goes without saying that Yuan Hong has great magical powers. He is one of the four monkeys in the world, with good foundation and talent.

Speaking of which, he is also a fellow villager of Yang Jian, and they both belong to Meishan. However, before the Conferred God War, he was like Sun Houhou in his early days. He had never met a famous teacher, so he could only waste his time in the mortal world. Later, by chance, he peeped into the world taught by Master Yuding.

Yang Jian's eighty-nine mystical skills have now embarked on the journey of cultivation.

He does not have a master, but his cultivation progress is no slower than that of Yang Jian, a disciple of the saint who has been tempered for many times. When it comes to the battle of gods, the one-qi wind and fire stick in his hand is unfolded, and there are unpredictable ghosts and gods.

Wei, and Yang Jian fought several battles, but they could not decide the outcome. In the end, they trapped the guy with Nuwa's map of mountains and rivers, and Jiang Ziya sacrificed the immortal-killing flying knife left by Taoist Lu Ya before killing him.

Precisely because he had never worshiped any master, Yuan Hong was jealous and despised Mo Yuan who was so lucky to become a saint. It was also because many disciples of the Jiejiao had not jumped out, but he jumped out first to look for Mo Yuan.

Cause of trouble.

"Yuan Hong, if you want to fight, I will fight with you. I have a fire-pointed spear, but I haven't tasted blood for a long time!" Before the provocation from outsiders, Nezha decisively stood in the same camp as Yuxu Palace and wanted to fight.

Fight for Mo Yuan.

Others don't know Yuan Hong's strength. How can he, a god and demon who has experienced the Conferred God War, not know?

At that time, this guy had already reached the realm of Daluo Jinxian. Nezha, Lei Zhenzi and others fought with him and were easily defeated by him. In the entire Xiqi side, only Yang Jian could fight with him. After so many years, although one

On the list of gods, it is difficult to make progress in Taoism, but the polishing of his skills will definitely reach a higher level. I am afraid that it will be difficult to find an opponent in the realm of Daluo Golden Immortal, let alone Mo Yuan, who has just been promoted to Taiyi Golden Immortal.

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"Nezha, what qualifications do you have to fight with me? It's not that I underestimate you, but you rely on my inability to improve in cultivation over the years to be able to shout in front of me. Otherwise, do you have the right to speak in front of me?" Yuan

Hong looked contemptuous and said with disdain.

"you!"

When Nezha heard this, his face turned red with anger. He pointed at Yuan Hong and was speechless for a moment. He had no choice. Although what Yuan Hong said was unpleasant, he really had no way to refute it.

Yuan Hong's disaster occurred after he intercepted the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation. At that time, the Twelve Golden Immortals and a group of second-generation disciples were cut off by Yunxiao's Nine-bend Yellow River Formation. The top three flowers of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation were cut off.

After the war, everyone was practicing in the cave, and only a few of them were born, so Yang Jian and others were stopped. However, no matter what, it was enough to be proud that he had stopped so many elite disciples of the third generation of the teaching with his own Taoism.

Nezha is not afraid of Yuan Hong now, but back then, under the magical power of his three heads and six arms, he came out with magic weapons, but they were all beaten back by Yuan Hong's wind and fire stick, and he came back defeated!

"Why, Mo Daxian, are you afraid if you don't speak? If you are afraid, just nod. I can fight with the gods and demons nearby." Yuan Hong sneered.

Mo Yuan looked at Yuan Hong's arrogant look and knew that he could not back down. If he didn't take action, in such a gathering of immortals and gods, he would probably be underestimated in Yuxu Palace, and it would be inevitable for Yuanshi Tianzun to say a few words.

Rumors and rumors about unknown people will also spread.

"It's just a discussion, there's nothing to be afraid of. Since Xingjun is interested, let's join hands. We just agreed and that's it." Mo Yuan agreed, not caring about these four useless Xingjuns.

How to be afraid.

Not to mention other things, his small Lihuo Mystic Body alone can withstand Daluo Jinxian's attack, not to mention the blood-transforming magic sword in his hand that can hurt Daluo, and that...

A wisp of true sun fire that can refine Daluo Jinxian to death!

Mo Yuan also noticed that there must be someone behind Yuan Hong's attack without any warning. As for who it was, it was probably either Buddhism or Jie Jiao. Although the leader of Tongtian Cult was looking towards Mo Yuan in his heart, the Bull Demon King was there.

It is impossible for those Jie Jiao disciples to have any favorable impressions of him.

"You're so brave. Come on, let's fight in the lower realm. If there is too much noise in the heaven, it will be a bad idea to scare that little monkey!"

Yuan Hong sneered again, as if Mo Yuan was convinced, his figure flickered and landed in a body of water above the West Sea.

Mo Yuan followed closely behind and also fell into the mortal world, standing over the West Sea. The two were thousands of miles apart.

The immortals in the Tongming Hall looked at the two men with great interest, pointed and talked, but in and out of their words, they were all optimistic about Yuan Hong and believed that Mo Yuan would be defeated.

Also, what about the saint’s disciples? If they don’t do well, they will be defeated even if they deserve it!

"Mo Daxian, I am older than you, so I will allow you to take action first." Yuan Hong looked at Mo Yuandao with a joking face, his tone full of contempt.

"Okay, then please Xingjun take a stab at me!"

Mo Yuan didn't hesitate and started to do it, but he saw a flash of blood, and a sharp bloody sword light suddenly appeared, like a bolt of lightning, striking at Yuan Hong's head!

The moment the sword light appeared, a terrifying and ferocious aura of blood rose into the sky. The void over the West Sea with a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles suddenly shattered. The sea water was directly annihilated into nothingness by the tyrannical light of the sword, and the entire West Sea disappeared into thin air.

It sunk thousands of feet!

"That's the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword!"

In the Tongming Hall, some gods and demons recognized this rare treasure and exclaimed.

Many immortals in the temple felt the terrifying and destructive power of the blood-evil aura, and their expressions suddenly changed. There is no doubt that the power contained in the blood-transforming magic sword is enough to compete with Daluo Jinxian.

"Hey, blood-transforming magic sword, you're well on your way, take a stick from me!"

Yuan Hong looked at the light of the sword and was not surprised but happy. He stretched out his hand and saw a big stick emitting the aura of wind and fire in his hand!
Chapter completed!