The first thousand four hundred and twenty-four chapters
"Hmph!" However, Wang Teng just sneered at this and didn't take it to heart at all. He made a fist seal with his other hand and blocked the palm with a golden light.
The force of his palm continued unabated, and finally hit Mo Shaoyang's head with a loud bang, like a watermelon exploding, with blood and brains spraying everywhere.
Mo Shaoyang's headless body twitched a few times, then fell headlong into a pool of blood, dying on the spot.
"Ah, Master!" Zhu Lao's eyes instantly turned red, like a furious old lion.
He roared and rushed towards Wang Teng, like a sun sinking from the sky, shining in all directions.
With his level, he is at least at the eighth level of the realm of God. After all, Wang Teng is only at the peak of the sixth level. There is still a big gap between him and him, and he cannot be his opponent.
boom!
That terrifying aura swept across, and Wang Teng was immediately knocked away, slamming into a cliff not far away, with a mouthful of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"Wang Teng, today I'm going to make you taste the most painful punishment in the world!" Zhu Lao's face was as ferocious as a ghost, and he rushed towards Wang Teng again, his five fingers like iron hooks, approaching Wang Teng at high speed, with a thick look on his face.
Cold breath.
Xuan Xun's color changed and she was filled with anxiety. She gritted her silver teeth and was about to rush forward to block Wang Teng's blow.
"Lao Zhu, stop!" However, at this moment, a majestic voice came down from the sky.
The Holy Lord of Tianshan Mountain has arrived, bathing in the rays of light, like a god coming to the world, making the entire spiritual land resonate, as if it cannot withstand his pressure and is about to explode.
At the same time, a strong coercion overflowed from his body, actually blocking Zhu Lao and taking him a few steps back.
"Holy Lord, what are you doing? He killed my young master of the Mo family. Today I will make him pay with his life!" Zhu Lao was furious and gritted his teeth.
Now he is no longer as indifferent as the disciples of Tianshan Holy Land remember him.
He watched Young Master Mo Shaoyang grow up and regarded him as his half direct grandson.
To die like this, the hatred is too great.
"Yes, kill Wang Teng and pay for my brother's life!" At this time, Mo Pingshang also stood up and said solemnly.
After a period of recovery, he has gotten better.
Watching Wang Teng kill his younger brother with his own eyes, this is a blood feud that is irreconcilable.
"That's enough!" The Holy Lord of Tianshan shouted coldly, but Mo Pingshang was shocked, and then turned to Mr. Zhu and said: "Old Zhu, please be more sensible. Mo Shaoyang came here with so many people.
Wang Teng is troublesome, he shouldn’t have been in the first place, it’s not Wang Teng’s fault!”
"You mean to say that my young master deserved to end up like this?" Mr. Zhu's pupils shrank suddenly and he said, "Holy Lord, why are you helping an outsider?"
"I only deal with the matter and not the person. It is precisely because I am the Holy Lord that I have to discuss the matter." The Holy Lord of Tianshan shook his head and said.
He saw Mo Shaoyang's style and habits in the Holy Land.
If Wang Teng didn't kill Mo Shaoyang, Mo Shaoyang would definitely not let him go.
In the final analysis, this was all caused by Mo Shaoyang being too arrogant and domineering.
In the past, he turned a blind eye to Mo Shaoyang's arrogance, but now it seems that those connivances have harmed him. "Holy Lord, what do you mean, are you really not prepared to do anything for Mo Shaoyang?"
Have you taken revenge?" Zhu Lao's voice became a little stern, and he was shaking with anger, and said: "Don't forget, Shaoyang is my Mo family who temporarily resides in your Tianshan Holy Land. If he comes out of Louzi in your Holy Land, you will
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Why should you explain to me, the Mo family!"
The Mohists have a certain relationship with the Tianshan Holy Land and their ancestors.
Because the Mo family had been living in seclusion, Mo Shaoyang was placed in the Tianshan Holy Land to serve as a training ground.
The Mo family would never have imagined that this kind of experience would change their taste.
Mo Shaoyang is too arrogant here and has become a little bully. Besides, there is no one to punish him, so he might as well study hard in his own Mo family.
"Huh, Mr. Zhu, are you threatening me with the Mohist family?" However, upon hearing these words, the Holy Lord of Tianshan couldn't help but snorted coldly. It was like thunder in the sky, lightning flashing, thunder, and rumble in the sky.
There was a loud noise, and the scene was horrifying.
The disciples of the Mo family were all trembling.
The Holy Lord of Tianshan's current strength has reached a level unimaginable by the world.
Once it shows its power, it would be a disaster for normal people.
Zhu Lao also changed his color. Although he was an elder of the Mo family and was very powerful, he was still somewhat afraid of the Holy Lord of Tianshan.
"Lao Zhu, it is precisely because he is a disciple of the Mo family that I have always pampered him and rarely interfered with him. However, you have repeatedly indulged him. This has caused him to become more arrogant and arrogant. His current fate has something to do with you.
." The Holy Lord of Tianshan said calmly.
When he said this, his tone was slightly cold.
He knew many things that Mo Shaoyang did in the Holy Land.
It even includes some murders.
If Zhu Lao hadn't protected him every time, he would have taken advantage of him long ago.
Zhu Lao's face turned sinister, and he was shaking with anger, and said: "Holy Lord Tianshan, you don't have to shirk your responsibilities at this time. You just don't want to avenge Mo Shaoyang, right? Then I will do it myself, and you don't have to worry about me!"
After saying this, he gritted his teeth fiercely, turned his head and rushed towards Wang Teng again, his eyes full of murderous intent.
"Boom!" However, the Holy Lord of Tianshan waved his sleeves and knocked Old Zhu back again.
Zhu Lao shouted angrily and said: "Holy Lord of Tianshan, what do you mean?"
"Mo Shaoyang, it is his own fault. Wang Teng is not at fault!" the Holy Lord of Tianshan said calmly.
He also seems to be very dissatisfied with the Mohist family's style.
"You... Okay, are you trying to quarrel with me and the Mo family?" Mr. Zhu pointed at him and said every word.
The Holy Lord of Tianshan snorted coldly: "You don't need to use the Mo family to intimidate me. Today, even if the head of your Mo family comes in person, I will say the same thing!"
"Arrogant!" Zhu Lao immediately became angry. The head of the Mo family is their spiritual support and does not allow blasphemy. He immediately said: "Okay, then let me see how many brushes you, the Holy Lord, dare to say.
Such arrogant words!"
Zhu Lao has stayed in the Tianshan Holy Land for many years, and he only knows that the Tianshan Holy Lord is a bit unfathomable, and he is usually polite to him.
He also has absolute confidence in himself, so in fact, he is not particularly convinced by the Holy Lord of Tianshan who is almost deified by others.
boom!
After saying this, Zhu Lao rushed towards the Holy Lord of Tianshan Mountain, with the red light behind him like waves, as if he was carrying a vast ocean.
In an instant, he came close and grabbed the face of the Holy Lord of Tianshan Mountain with one claw. A strong wind immediately set off between heaven and earth, causing the mountains to resonate. Zhu Lao's power was indeed terrifying, and his realm was at least as high as that of the Lord of Heaven.
