Mo Wangchen's cold words, which seemed to contain endless murderous intent, reached the ears of those ancient tribesmen.
They couldn't help but tremble in their hearts. The other person's eyes were like a god of death.
Here, he is like the master, and no one dares to disobey him in the slightest.
"I'm... I'm in the dark hall, guarded by the Great Elder himself!" Someone finally couldn't help but feel the fear in their hearts, as if they were afraid that Mo Wangchen would kill him in the next moment.
"Take me there!" Mo Wangchen shouted coldly and said this.
Seeing Mo Wangchen turn around and look at him, the person who just spoke couldn't help but feel weak in his legs and almost fell to the ground.
He hurriedly said, "This... this way!"
Having said that, he did not dare to hesitate at all, and took Mo Wangchen with him towards the rear of the Demon God Clan.
"Is this the dark hall?"
Not long after, under the leadership of people from the ancient clan, Mo Wangchen arrived in front of a palace.
He could feel that the atmosphere around him seemed to be slightly different from other places. The moment he came to the door of the dark hall, Mo Wangchen felt a faint and cold atmosphere, lingering around him, making people unable to help but feel it.
My heart trembled.
"The dark hall is the forbidden area of my ancient clan. I...I won't go in." After the man from the ancient clan said this, seeing that Mo Wangchen had no intention of speaking, he turned around and ran away without thinking about it for a moment longer.
Stay.
At this moment, the door of the dark hall was half-opened. Due to the darkness inside, Mo Wangchen could not see clearly what was going on inside.
After a brief moment of silence, he no longer hesitated and walked slowly towards it.
"squeak!"
Raising his hand to push the door open, Mo Wangchen looked around and saw a purple-black evil spirit flowing everywhere in the dark hall.
"die!"
The next moment, a terrifying murderous intention rushed towards him, which shocked Mo Wangchen.
In the dark hall, a flash of light was seen, like a terrifying sharp blade, slashing towards him.
"break!"
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Mo Wangchen didn't hesitate at all. God King Futian Jue was pushed to the extreme, and the holy light erupted all over his body. He raised his finger and tapped the void.
"Crack!"
In an instant, the sharp blade coming towards him was shattered and scattered.
"Little beast, today is the day you die!"
A black shadow flashed out. This was an old man. He had a solemn murderous look in his eyes. He was the elder of the Demon God Clan who had been guarding here, Yao Lan!
He had been secretly paying attention to the previous battles, but he had never left the dark hall, because Yao Lan knew very well that Mo Wangchen's ultimate goal must be here.
Although Yao Lan was surprised that the other party fought against six immortal realm masters alone, he was a great elder, so his strength was naturally much higher than those of ordinary elders.
Now, with the appearance of Mo Wangchen, Yao Lan is naturally confident enough to kill the opponent.
"Later stage of Virtual Fairy Realm?"
Mo Wangchen narrowed his eyes, and the other person's aura gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.
This is not an ordinary strong man in the Virtual Immortal Realm, but an old monster who has reached the later stage and is about to enter the True Immortal Realm!
"Where's Aotianren?"
Mo Wangchen frowned. Although he was worried about the opponent's strength, what he was most concerned about was Aotian's safety.
"Pfft, don't worry, after you die, that little beast will go down and accompany you!"
Yao Lan had an evil smile on his face. As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved it in the air. The next moment, the entire palace that was originally surrounded by evil spirits suddenly became clear.
In less than two breaths, the purple-black evil spirit completely disappeared. In the deepest part of the dark hall, there was a huge crystal stone, which slowly emerged.
There was a figure sealed in the crystal. This was a young man. Although his appearance made Mo Wangchen feel like Mo Wangchen, he felt a familiar aura on the other person's body.
This is Aotian after turning into human form!
"What did you do to him?" Mo Wangchen frowned and asked.
At this moment, Aotian was sealed in this huge crystal, as if sleeping forever.
"Pfft, speaking of it, you have to thank me, the Demon God Clan. This kid has a stubborn personality, but he is pitifully weak and cannot withstand the torment. If it weren't for this innate ice crystal, he probably wouldn't be able to hold on to this final moment.
Take a breath, waiting for you to show up..."
After hearing this, Mo Wangchen's face turned completely gloomy, "If Aotian really can't wake up, you Demon God Clan will wait to be exterminated!"
"You are not very capable, but your tone is not small. Do you think you can leave here alive?" Yao Lan smiled coldly.
After he finished speaking, he snorted coldly. At this moment, the aura of the late stage of the Virtual Immortal Realm reached its peak.
"die!"
He shot out a palm in the air, and the terrifying palm power seemed to be able to penetrate the void, and it was like a sky full of divine power rushing toward Mo Wangchen.
"Buzz!"
Behind him, three laws and phenomena emerged at the same time. Facing a strong man at the pinnacle of the Virtual Immortal Realm, Mo Wangchen did not dare to have the slightest reservation.
"Lingtian Seal!"
He shouted deeply, and a pillar of light burst out from his palm.
"Boom!"
A terrible collision suddenly erupted, with billowing air waves sweeping in all directions. During the collision, Mo Wangchen's body was sent flying a dozen steps away.
On the other hand, Yao Lan also took three steps back, with a look of disbelief on his face, because the power Mo Wangchen unleashed was beyond his expectation.
"Little beast, it seems I have underestimated your strength!"
After giving a cold shout, Yao Lan tapped his eyebrows with one finger, and in an instant, a bloody lotus floated from above his head.
The bloody lotus is entangled with a demonic aura, which makes it look awe-inspiring.
"The Scythe of the Demon God!"
Suddenly, infinite evil energy spread out from the bloody lotus, turning into a huge sickle blade, entangled with purple-black evil energy, which seemed to be able to cut off everything in the world.
"Crack!"
The sickle blade slashed down in an instant, as if the void was unbearable and was cut open.
Mo Wangchen's complexion changed drastically, and the God King Futian Technique was operating to the extreme. His movement was like a ghost, constantly moving back and forth, trying to avoid this fatal blow.
"You can't escape!"
Yao Lan sneered, controlled the sickle blade with her spiritual thoughts, and kept chasing after Mo Wangchen, as if he had locked him, unable to get rid of him at all.
"You are really stubborn. As long as you are locked by the Demon God's Scythe, you will not be able to escape its pursuit even if you run to the ends of the earth!"
Watching Mo Wangchen shuttle back and forth in the dark hall, constantly dodging the attacks of the sickle blade, Yao Lan felt even more proud in her heart.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm just preparing to kill you."
A moment later, Mo Wangchen's cold voice reached Yao Lan's ears, and the next moment, the ancient bronze coffin flew out, shattering the sickle blade that had been chasing after it.
"Now, die!"
As Mo Wangchen's words fell, the entire space in the dark hall began to vibrate slightly at this moment.
There is an invisible barrier that seals Yao Lan inside. This is the true secret of the formation that Mo Wangchen secretly laid down just now while pretending to avoid it!