Turn defeat into victory, that is, will Wumen win?

Yuan Ming was difficult to digest for a while, that is to say, although Wumen was slightly frustrated in the early stage, he would eventually win.

However, the opponent is Mo Duyu, and the three magical powers are all produced.

Yuan Ming looked at the sky platform, the three-color giant axe composed of thunder, flames and stars is simply breathtaking.

When I was in the observing position, I saw the giant axe gorgeous, but I couldn't feel the terror at all.

But judging from Wumen's reaction, the oppression of the three-color giant axe is far beyond any attack just now.

This is the terrifying thing about Mo Duyu's move. It did not waste any power and was used entirely to attack.

On the other hand, if the miasma mass cannot change in Wumen, it will be difficult to sustain.

In this case, can you really win?

Yuan Ming was skeptical and did not continue to ask questions.

The son of a famous scholar breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Yuan Ming stopped when he saw the opportunity. If the other party was not satisfied, he continued to ask, the secret of the list of fame and fortune would not be preserved.

Just now, the identity of Wumen was revealed on the list of fame and fame. "The descendant of the Mi Cult is cared for the inheritance of ancient witches, and more importantly, he is the son of the Wu family!"

No wonder this person was able to withstand Mo Duyu's attack, and his performance was more amazing than the previous Baizi. The reason is very simple. He is one of the Baizi himself.

Besides, he is one of the most mysterious Wu family.

Among the hundreds of schools of thought, the Wu family is the oldest and the earliest extinction.

Many later schools, even when the Wu family was at its peak, could only record relevant information from rumors.

Now, the son of the Wu family has appeared, and the Wu family has officially returned.

"The inheritance of ancient martial arts!"

The son of a famous scholar pays more attention to these four words. He knows that ancient witches are so terrifying. If people today have inherited their heritage, even if they are just fur, they can make the world tremble.

That's why he dared to boast about "turning defeat into victory".

The key is that even Yuan Ming doesn't believe it, let alone other forces.

On Mount Tai, what most people see is that Mo Duyu burst out with all his strength, Wumen’s advantage no longer has been taken, and he quickly takes a sharp turn.

"It's already extraordinary to be able to hold on for so long!"

After all, the first few Baizi were unable to achieve the resilience of Wumen.

In their opinion, Wumen's outstanding performance has come to an end.

"What a pity, the qualification to host the Autumn Harvest Festival will still fall on Taoism!"

Once upon a time, they hoped that the court would not bear the humiliation and would send people to interrupt the Taoist plan, but until now, there was no movement.

Everyone knows that the court will be a turtle this time.

However, no one is willing to let the arrogant and domineering Taoism win.

On the rooftop, Wumen's eyes became brighter and brighter, covering the waxy appearance on his face, and then he coughed.

Mo Duyu was holding up the three-colored giant axe and pressing it down hard. When he heard the cough, his heart trembled.

For some reason, I heard the cough and my throat was itchy.

This is just a small episode. Mo Duyu didn't care. It is now an ordinary body, and many bad habits of mortals are inevitable. Isn't it normal to hear the cough and the throat itchy?

Therefore, Mo Duyu threw it behind his head and continued to press down on the three-colored giant axe.

Wumen stepped on his feet on the ground and began to rise flames. He was surrounded by thunder as thick as chopsticks, falling from time to time to time, and a large area of ​​starlight fell above his head, turning into willow catkins, like a ball of string.

The murderous intent brought by the giant axe comes faster and more violently than imagined.

At this moment, Wumen was already deeply involved in a killing move, and could only completely fall to the ground with the axe, and the endless flames, thunder and starlight would completely submerge him.

"It's over, it's over!"

The overall situation has been decided and there is no room for turnaround.

Everyone felt sorry for Wumen. If it weren't for the sacrificial platform, they would have become famous for their own strength anywhere else.

What a pity!

Since the sacrifice to the sky platform attracts the attention of all forces in the world, it has great glory and is also in great danger.

Despite his experience, Wumen was never Mo Duyu's opponent and could only die.

"With his ability, in the Mi Cult, he must be a person like the seed descendant!"

"If his elders heard the news of his fall, I wonder how sad it would be?"

"Yes, it's not easy to cultivate such an outstanding junior!"

As they talked, many people sighed, and the so-called genius under their disciples was probably less than one ten thousandth of the other.

Such a genius is about to fall on the sacrificial platform.

"Ahem!"

From the rooftop, a second cough sounded again.

Although everyone was surprised, they felt normal. After all, the battle is fierce now, and Wumen's body is overloaded, so it is common for a few coughs to be done.

However, Mo Duyu felt something was wrong with another person on the stage.

Hearing the cough, his throat became more and more itchy, as if a hundred claws were scratching in his throat.

"not good!"

Mo Duyu was frightened and found that he couldn't help but cough, and his mind was lit up. This was not an ordinary cough.

At this point, how could he not understand that Wumen seemed to be still, but in fact he had already made a move. This cough was a sign.

I was so good that I started to feel itchy for no reason, and I was obviously caught in an accident.

The throat is itchy, which seems to be a minor problem, but it actually affects the whole body.

The three-colored giant axe in Mo Duyu's hand began to slow down, but he could not decisively smash it.

My mind was completely confused, my mind was full of itchy throat, and all my energy was suppressing the urge to cough, and I could no longer attack.

So, the audience found that Mo Duyu was sure to win, but he didn't expect to stop halfway.

"So sinister!"

Mo Duyu's mind was spinning rapidly. Could it be that it was the miasma mass just now?

No, he just responded without any leakage.

What's more, as a reincarnation of an immortal, his body is much purer than that of ordinary people, and his ordinary filth cannot be approached.

Only...

Mo Duyugang remembered something, and a third cough came from his ear.

Before Wumen's cough ended, Mo Duyu could no longer bear it and blurted out a series of coughs.

"Ahem!!"

A funny scene happened. The two people fighting each other in life and death were now coughing one after another as if they were singing and talking.

"Ahem, you, ahhh, it turns out to be..."

Mo Duyu couldn't stop coughing anymore, and he had been in a intermittent manner for a long time, and had not finished a word.

As he continued to cough, the cough sounded like a phlegm, as thick as a cow.

Moreover, Mo Duyu's face gradually turned sallow, approaching Wumen's face.

"The Plague Tribe, cough cough, it turns out to be the Plague Tribe, cough cough!"

Mo Duyu's body was exhausted, and the three-colored giant axe in his hand instantly collapsed and disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, he finally understood that the other party was using the magical power of the Plague Tribe.

The four divisions of Heavenly Court, Thunder and Fire Fighting Plague, in addition to the Thunder, Fire and Dou tribe controlled by Mo Duyu, there is also the most mysterious and most avoidable part, the Plague tribe.

What Wumen just used was the magical power of the plague tribe, and the cough sounds spread to diseases.
Chapter completed!