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Chapter 1757 The Prince of the Holy Family

"Boom!"

Facing the attack of nine people, Mo Wangchen retreated again and again, but she had no intention of admitting defeat.

Every time he was knocked away, he quickly adjusted his body shape, used Lin's True Technique, and rushed out violently, hoping to find an opportunity to counterattack.

"Bang!"

However, his speed was indeed very fast, but the same was true for the nine people on the opposite side. Almost as soon as Mo Wangchen started to move, a series of attacks came in front of him.

He was constantly being knocked away, coughing up blood from his mouth, and his whole body was already stained red.

What has to be said is that the Divine King's body is worthy of being unparalleled in the world. Even in the face of the fierce attacks of the nine wizards, the injuries Mo Wangchen has suffered so far are just skin and flesh pain.

It's as serious as imagined.

"Get out of here!"

He roared angrily, using several divine techniques to protect his body, and used the True Art of Immortality to the extreme. This time, Mo Wangchen's eyes locked on the person in front of him, as if a wild beast was eyeing its prey, and he plundered out.

No longer pay attention to the attacks coming towards you.

Facing these puppets of Haotian's will, he now knows that only by using the same means can he be sure of victory.

Heaven is ruthless, so I can only be more ruthless!

These puppets attacked desperately, so Mo Wangchen could only fight back desperately!

Since you want to be ruthless, then let yourself be ruthless to the end!

"Boom!"

Continuous attacks came on Mo Wangchen, but he didn't pay any attention to them. As if he had forgotten the pain, he locked his eyes on one of them and stormed away.

"Bang!"

In the blink of an eye, Mo Wangchen's clenched fist flew out angrily, causing the void to tremble. It could not withstand the power of his punch and collapsed.

This was the young man holding a halberd just now. When Mo Wangchen punched him, he instinctively blocked it with his halberd.

"Crack!"

But he obviously underestimated the power of Mo Wangchen's punch. Under the eyes of everyone in the audience, he saw that the halberd broke and was smashed into two pieces by one punch. At the same time, Mo Wangchen's punch did not weaken and he struck heavily.

on the opponent's chest.

The young man was knocked away, and he coughed up a kind of golden blood, which seemed to be flowing with infinite will of the Great Way.

"Holy Blood of the Emperor?!"

Someone exclaimed, looking at the golden blood that the man coughed up, as if he remembered something, "I know, this person must be a certain prince of the Holy Emperor clan in ancient times. He can be derived from Haotian's will. His

How can the origin be ordinary?"

"The Holy Emperor Clan in ancient times?"

When everyone heard this, Jie couldn't help but look surprised, "Isn't that the royal family that guards the sky? They live in the distant deep space. It is rumored that it is the edge of the universe. This race is almost immortal. In the past, the Holy Emperor of this race came

No one in the world can be his opponent, sweeping across the heavens."

This is a race that truly claimed to be invincible in the distant ancient times!

The golden blood flowing in their bodies contains the texture of the great road. A long time ago, the world called them heavenly beings!

"Whether it's a deity or a saint, anyone who prevents me from realizing the Tao will die!"

Mo Wangchen raised his head and roared angrily, pursuing the victory with his eyes fixed on the prince of the Holy Clan who was knocked away by his punch.

"Whoosh!"

Lin Zhi's True Technique was used to the extreme, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the opponent again, deduced several divine techniques, gathered the power into his fist, and smashed it out.

"Boom!"

It was like a collision between heaven and earth, and loud noises echoed across the sky. Under Mo Wangchen's full blow, the royal family of the saints was once again knocked away, with golden blood coughing from their mouths.

"Buzz buzz..."

And while he was continuously attacking the Holy Prince, the other eight people were also attacking him frantically.

But Mo Wangchen ignored these people at all and allowed their attacks to hit him.

Defeat them one by one!

This is the only solution that Mo Wangchen can think of now.

"Bang!"

The God King's body opened and closed widely, as if entering an uninhabited land, locking the prince of the Holy Clan, and successive attacks descended on the opponent. Under this fierce attack, no one could resist Mo Wangchen.

.

Finally, the Holy Prince was beaten back one after another by him, his chest was dented, and his limbs were broken. At the end, Mo Wangchen used all his strength to blow, smashing the opponent to pieces, and turned into golden blood all over the sky.

The wind blows away.

"this……"

"The prince of the holy clan was actually beheaded?!"

"It's amazing. Nine calamities have appeared together, and Mo Wangchen can actually kill one of them. How terrible is he?"

Everyone around Tianxin City was in an uproar, and some people couldn't help but have a look of extreme astonishment on their faces.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The prince of the Holy Clan was beheaded, and the other eight people attacked Mo Wangchen even more fiercely. As if they felt a threat in him, they launched an endless fierce attack on him.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Mo Wangchen was like a rubber ball, being continuously knocked away by the eight people's attacks. He coughed out blood, and no part of his body was intact, and he was covered in bruises.

"now you!"

While being attacked again, Mo Wangchen did not forget to fight back and once again launched a life-threatening offensive. He targeted one of them and rushed out violently. His God King's body opened and closed, and no one dared to stop him.

"Boom!"

With an angry punch, the man was knocked back by him and landed at the foot of a peak outside Tianxin City. In an instant, the entire peak collapsed, and the earth sank, as if the earth within a radius of thousands of miles had collapsed.

Shaking is occurring.

"Bang!"

The man was buried by rocks. In less than two breaths, he broke out of the ground. Almost at the same time, Mo Wangchen had already chased him and punched him with another bang.

"Boom!"

The sound of energy exploding reverberated across the sky and shocked people's hearts. If there was a big collision between heaven and earth, the power emitted from the collision would be enough to instantly obliterate any cultivator who was under the influence of rebirth.

Mo Wangchen used the method of defeating them one by one, and after killing the princes of the Holy Clan, he achieved two more successes in succession.

So far, he has killed three people, with no doubt exceptions. These people all died under his fists!

"Saint Tianqing? The little demon king Xukun? Lord Lingtian of the Eastern Emperor? In front of my divine king body, no matter who they are, they will all be suppressed!"

After killing three people one after another, Mo Wangchen's eyes burst out with an unprecedented fiery light.

By now, his whole body was in a mess, and his whole body was dyed red with blood. He didn't know how seriously he had been injured today, but one thing was clear to Mo Wangchen. If he didn't kill the person in front of him,

If you cut them all off, you will never have a chance to stand up again!

Unfortunate consequences are inevitable. If he doesn't seize this opportunity to break through today, he doesn't know when the next time will be.

What's more, this is a murder.

Failure means death. He has no way out!


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