Mo Qianhui, who was crazy, first spit out a mouthful of essence and blood on the flying sword, and then pinched the spirit score in his hand quickly, almost in a breath. His black flying sword turned from black to red. The red color was not red, but blood red. Not only that, as the blood light grew, Wang Yuze actually smelled a bloody smell in the air!

He had become a blood demon for a brief moment and was very familiar with the taste of this blood. After knowing what kind of blood this was, Wang Yuze's expression suddenly became gloomy. "The magic weapon for human blood sacrifice, it seems that you have harmed many innocent people over the years. You, damn it!"

If Wang Yuze just wanted to teach them a lesson before and kick them out of the earth, but now it is different. Although the soul-destroying poisonous beast is vicious, objectively speaking, it is Mo Qianhui's own choice. He will not die of sin, but the flying sword has truly crossed his bottom line.

As Wang Yuze finished speaking, Mo Qianhui's flying sword that had become nearly ten feet long rushed towards him with an unparalleled power. The strong wind brought by the flying sword blew his hair backwards. At the same time, hundreds of people screamed desperately and shrillly in the air!

Wang Yuze's eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light became stronger and stronger in his eyes. When the flying sword was only two meters away from him, Wang Yuze finally moved. He saw him slashing at the flying sword without any fancy, without even pinching the magic trick.

"Bang!!!"

The huge impact sounded again, countless times stronger than the previous one.

Immediately afterwards, there were even more shrill screams, but this sound lasted for only a moment and then came to an abrupt end!

Mo Qianhui looked at this scene in disbelief and didn't understand why the boy who was chased by him, who had no way to go to the sky and had no way to go to the ground and could break his moves so easily. Could it be that he had been on this planet for a long time? Or is it easier to practice in the world of cultivation now?

After a few breaths, the violent energy fluctuations gradually dissipated and the light gradually disappeared. When the Mo brothers saw the situation in front of them, Mo Qianhui could no longer maintain the spiritual skills in his hand. When his hand softened, the spiritual skills completely dissipated. His flying sword seemed to respond to his movement. After only a "click", his flying sword broke from it, and the section was neatly like a mirror.

"puff!"

Mo Qianhui could no longer help but a mouthful of blood rolling in his chest and was sprayed out by him, and his already pale face turned even more pale.

Just as Wang Yuze was about to say something, he saw Mo Qian turn his eyes and fall down.

Seeing this, Mo Baihui immediately followed Mo Qianhui and hugged him in his arms, and shouted loudly: "Brother! Brother! How are you? Brother!" While shouting, the true energy was immediately transported to Mo Qianhui's body to repair his injuries.

Wang Yuze stared blankly at the flying sword that had been broken into two sections on the ground, and instantly understood why Mo Qianhui fainted.

"It turns out that it is a magic weapon for the cultivation of life and life, but this power is too inferior! It seems that this person is a waste! Even if he doesn't die, he can't practice the truth anymore!"

If Mo Qianhui heard Wang Yuze say this, he would probably be so angry that he fainted again.

Is that he weak? With the soul-destroying poisonous beast and this flying sword, he destroyed a cultivator who was out of the body in the late stage of the Nascent Soul. Although he had some luck, the other party was actually one level higher than him, so this made him mistakenly think that he had a peace of mind.

The strength of the challenge in the Jiaoqi period.

When he became a vague stage, although he was not sure that he could fight with a master of the distraction stage, he had no choice but to escape with his two magic weapons. However, today's result taught him a good lesson.

Perhaps because of Mo Baihui's help, Mo Qianhui slowly opened his eyes, first glanced at Mo Baihui, and then opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood again.

Then he struggled to look at Wang Yuze and asked slowly: "Why can you become so strong in less than two hundred years? Tell me, what kind of cultivation are you?"

Wang Yuze inserted the Hunyuan Sword into the scabbard, and after thinking about it, he said, "You can think I'm in the fusion stage!"

After hearing this, Mo Qianhui's pupils suddenly tightened, and he muttered in disbelief: "The fusion stage! The Golden Pill stage reaches the fusion stage! Haha! It's really God is going to kill me!"

He was very reluctant to believe what Wang Yuze said, but he was clearly putting it here, which forced him to believe it. He even failed to make the other party take a step back with all his strength. Then would he be a lie?

Mo Qianhui thought that his experience over the years was strange enough, but he didn't expect that compared with the person in front of him, he was simply ordinary, no longer ordinary!

Mo Qianhui felt the slowly cracking soul in his body. Some of his face was not only bitter, but also a kind of despair.

There is no need to say much about the revenge of the broken arm, even the most basic cultivation is impossible!

"Brother! Let's go! Let's go home!" Mo Baihui hugged Mo Qianhui and said as he was about to stand up.

But Mo Qianhui was stunned after hearing this, and a few tears slowly slid down the corners of his eyes. At this moment, he suddenly felt a little regretful. It didn't matter if he took the wrong path, but he actually led his younger brother into this desperate path.

After a long time, Mo Qianhui suddenly said softly, "Home? Brother, do we still have a home?" As he said that, Mo Qianhui looked at Mo Baihui, and finally he suddenly spoke again, "Brother, it's brother, I'm sorry for you, I actually brought you to this dead end!"

After hearing this, Mo Baihui shook his head, with no regrets in his expression, but only a sense of sadness, "Brother, as long as we brothers are together, so what about life? So what about death? In this life, the luckiest thing for me is to have a good brother like you!"

"No! Brother, at first, my brother just wanted you to live a good life without suffering, but later I just wanted you to stop being troubled by the shortage of cultivation resources. But I didn't expect that my originally simple idea would actually lead you on the evil path, so it's brother who is sorry for you!"

The Mo brothers lived a wandering life since childhood, which also led to their frequent bullying. In order to protect their younger brother, Mo Qianhui always tightly protected the thin Mo Baihui under his body when he was beaten, and let the punches and kicks fall on him alone.

This kind of life lasted until they met a mysterious old man. Seeing that they were pitiful, the old man took them two by his side as boys who served tea and poured water.

But one day, the old man suddenly disappeared, leaving them with only a broken martial arts book. With that broken martial art, the two of them embarked on the path of cultivation.

In order to allow his younger brother to practice hard, Mo Qianhui always tried his best to find various resources for his younger brother, but in this process, he unknowingly took a detour until he looked up at Mo Qianhui with red eyes crying.

The memory reminded him that at first he just wanted his younger brother to live a better life, but what happened later?

Wang Yuze, who originally wanted to kill them, he hesitated when he saw the sincere brotherhood of the two. The starting point of all Mo Qianhui did was just for his younger brother, but he just walked on a fork in the middle of the road. Can he spare them? But if he spared them, what about those unjustly dead?

In an instant, Wang Yuze was in a dilemma again.

Just when Wang Yuze was hesitating, Mo Qianhui looked at Wang Yuze and said, "You kill me! But, I hope you can let my brother go. He just practices with me. His original intention is not bad, so I hope you can let him go!"

"Brother! We have been together since childhood. If you die, it will be meaningless for me to practice alone in the future. I..."

Before Mo Baihui finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wang Yuze, "It's okay to let him go. If you answer my question, it's not impossible to let you go." The dead are gone. Although letting Mo Qianhui go is unfair to those who died unjustly, Wang Yuze finally chose to let Mo Qianhui go. His fraternity made him unable to kill Mo Qianhui.

"What do you want to ask?"

Wang Yuze looked at the two of them, stretched out a finger and asked, "First, how did you come to Earth?"

Mo Qianhui thought about it and was about to answer, but was interrupted by a cough. Mo Baihui quickly entered a stream of true energy into his body again and said, "I'll answer it! We found a ruin, and there was a teleportation array in the ruins. We came here from that teleportation array!"

Wang Yuze was shocked. What teleportation array can teleport so far at one time?

"Relics? What remains?"

Mo Baihui shook his head and said, "Actually, we don't know much. We didn't find anything else in that ruin except a practice method."

"Cultivation method? Is this kind of practice you are practicing poisonous substances now?"

After hearing this, Mo Baihui nodded and signaled that Wang Yuze was right to guess.

"Okay, the second question, what are you doing here?"

Mo Baihui replied without hesitation: "We actually have no purpose for coming here. We just want to see where the teleportation array can be transmitted. But after we arrived here, the teleportation array broke directly! Only then did we realize that it was a teleportation array that could only be used a few times, and our teleportation happened to be the last time, so we were trapped here!"

"The third question, what are you here for today?"

"The Li family asked us to kill an instructor from the Dragon Protection Group, so we came here to kill that instructor. But I didn't expect that you would also appear here!" Seeing Mo Qianhui's injury, Mo Baihui was completely desperate, and Wang Yuze answered whatever he asked.

After hearing this answer, Wang Yuze's eyes completely turned cold. Unexpectedly, before he touched them, the Li family had to do it first. Since that was the case, he would no longer feel guilty.

"It's a pity that you can't kill that instructor. Because that instructor is me!"

"It's you?" The two of them looked at Wang Yuze in surprise at the same time. They didn't understand why Wang Yuze became the instructor of the Dragon Protection Group. Isn't he a person in the cultivation world? Why did he have a connection with this place again?
Chapter completed!