Demon Lord, he is rebellious

Duan Xun stood alone in the chaotic crowd, and said calmly: "Senior brother is extremely smart, but it's just a simple sea-covering array, so naturally it can't catch your eyes."

"That's right, it's really good, and only a genius like junior brother can integrate the sea-covering formation into the sky-shattering formation. The two peerless formations merge with each other and repel each other. Arrange all the people who set up the formation between the two formations. The last flaw of the sea-covering array has been perfectly resolved."

Meng Yiwen didn't show any dissatisfaction because he couldn't break the formation. Instead, he discussed the formation with Duan Xun with excitement and appreciation.

"It seems that the younger brother is really prepared, are these all prepared for me?" Meng Yiwen was a little abnormally excited, "I can't let the younger brother down, my warriors, come out and enjoy this feast wantonly Bar!"

Meng Yiwen waved the folding fan in his hand, and the tone of the last sentence was changed due to excitement.However, no one commented on Meng Yiwen's lunatic appearance, because as soon as he finished his sentence, the soil layer on the ground suddenly cracked, and hundreds of monsters covered in gray gas poured out!

They have human bodies and bird heads, and some have tiger bodies and human faces, just like the monsters Xianyu Haoyang saw in Yongji Gorge, completely like three species cobbled together forcibly.

Naturally, these couldn't be compared with the puppets in complete form behind Meng Yiwen, but they were superior in number. Those monsters rushed into the crowd, and there was a flash of swords and swords in front of Zhuxiantai, and screams continued.

The smile on Meng Yiwen's face was particularly strange against the backdrop of the Shura field.

Duan Xun froze, and the scene in front of him overlapped with the most profound scene in his memory for a moment, and the young man in his memory was nine feet tall, with a wide back and a narrow waist, and the man in front of him with a folding fan in his hand, with a demeanor elegant man instead.

Ironic.

On the other side, Xianyu Haoyang was slapped away by Mo Lin's palm, and before Xianyu Haoyang stood firm, Mo Lin's figure had stepped forward again.With both hands turned into claws, every move and every move is aimed at Xianyu Haoyang's vital parts.

Xianyu Haoyang was somewhat at a disadvantage, he was always a bit considerate in his strikes, and his moves would always save a point at critical moments.Since he knew what price Mo Lin had paid to protect him from escaping, he could no longer hate this woman any more.

He had dreamed of Molin several times in his dreams. The mother who had always been just an appellation to him finally had a concrete appearance.In the dream, Molin smiled kindly and hummed an unknown lullaby to him in a gentle voice.

However, in reality, facing this expressionless woman who is trying to get her own vital points, Xianyu Haoyang only feels that someone is stabbing his flesh with a blunt file in his heart. The pain is not intense, but it has a long history.

He knew that the one in front of him was no longer his mother, but just a puppet in Meng Yiwen's hands, without life or thought, and he would not smile at him as gently as in his dream.

But he just couldn't do it, even if it was just a puppet, it was still the mother he had been thinking about for many years, even if his mother could only appear in front of him in this way.

Xianyu Haoyang knew that Mo Lin's fingertips were highly poisonous, so he dealt with Mo Lin cautiously, he could only use this way to let his mother stay by his side, in exchange for his life to be closer to his mother, and even closer Opportunity.

It was bitter, but he enjoyed it.

The screams continued to come from around, and more and more people were infected. In the end, the hundreds of immortal families could only form a temporary alliance to block the attack of the puppet army.

The most terrifying thing about the plague is its contagiousness. When the virus spreads at a rate of one to ten, ten to hundreds, these powerful people who have been in the cultivation world for a lifetime feel that they are also mortals.

What's even more frightening is that, one second ago, he was your best fellow student, your closest sibling, and your favorite partner, just because he was tainted with that terrible gray gas, the next second, he will become irrational, and the The fairy sword will stab you who is defenseless.

A lot of people here got the trick like this, until the moment when the fairy sword pierced through the dantian, many people still looked at the person holding the sword in disbelief.

At this moment, in front of Zhuxian Terrace, there was a scene of hell.

"Senior brother, stop." Duan Xun was a little bit red-eyed by the stimulation in front of him. He still had the last hope, hoping that Meng Yiwen could turn around and end all this on his own initiative.

Meng Yiwen still smiled: "Junior Brother, it's too late."

In the next second, the two peak powerful figures collided fiercely, and the two swords sparked layers of sparks, and the aura shook so that there was no grass in the surrounding ten meters.A monk didn't check, but was affected by the aftermath of these two spiritual forces. He flew back tens of meters, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground lifeless.

The two of them no longer knew who made the first move. In just a few breaths, they had fought for more than ten rounds.

Duan Xun was a little surprised. He knew that Meng Yiwen's talent was not inferior to his own, but he didn't expect that the two of them would fight against each other, and they didn't even lose to him in cultivation.

Seeing Duan Xun's surprised expression, Meng Yiwen was a little happy, "Are you surprised? Do you think that in this world, only you can rely on half of the golden lotus seeds to step into the tribulation stage? You can do it, and so can senior brother!"

That's right, in front of Duan Xun's retreat, he became obsessed, his whole body's aura flowed backwards, and he almost exploded to death.The original head, that is, Duan Xun's master, tried his best to bring Duan Xun into the Xuanling Cave.

Forcibly injecting the four lotus seeds from the nine-petal golden lotus of Yun Qingzong's spiritual vein into Duan Xun's body to reforge the flesh and blood and the inner palace, this gave Duan Xun the opportunity to step into the tribulation period that no one has stepped on for thousands of years.

Duan Xun knew that in his previous life, Meng Yiwen was finally promoted to the Transcendence Tribulation Stage, but that was 50 years later, so it stands to reason that the current Meng Yiwen is still in the Dzogchen Stage of the Fusion Stage.

Or the Meng Yiwen in the previous life, who hid it too deeply, and only revealed his true cultivation after 50 years.

Or, what has changed in this life because of my own rebirth.As a result, Meng Yiwen entered the period of crossing the catastrophe ahead of schedule.

Before Duan Xun could think too much, Meng Yiwen's next attack had arrived.Duan Xun can only concentrate on fighting.

The two came from the same school, and Duan Xun was brought up by Meng Yiwen. Meng Yiwen knew Duan Xun's attack methods like the back of his hand.

Duan Xun's attack is majestic and majestic, always tinged with compassion; while Meng Yiwen's attack is fierce and fierce, with fearlessness in every move.

When the two saw each other's tricks, if it wasn't for the wrong place, the monks from the Hundred Families of the Immortal Sect wished they could applaud.

Duan Xun tried his best to lead Meng Yiwen to the sky, so as not to hurt innocent people due to the aftermath of the fight between the two.Meng Yiwen saw Duan Xun's intentions and didn't care. He followed Duan Xun closely, as if Duan Xun was the only color left in the world.