After Mo Zhiyao and the others walked out of the gate of Tianjian Auction House, they rushed towards the gate of Tianzhen City without any delay.
Not long after they left, three figures appeared at the door of the Tianjian Auction House.
It was Zhu Yan and the two Tianhuo Valley elders.
Looking at the retreating figures of Mo Zhiyao and others, Zhu Yan's eyes flashed with a hint of jealousy and jealousy.
"Young Valley Master, what should we do now?"
Chen Kang's eyes flashed at the side, and then he asked in a low voice.
Originally, Tianhuo Valley had a complete plan on how to safely evacuate Tianzhen City after taking the key to the fallen place.
But now, it is of no use at all.
The fallen key has now become a big joke.
No one will even think about snatching it.
They just need to wait for the fallen place to appear.
"Have you contacted Yinluo Sect?"
Zhu Yan narrowed his eyes and asked suddenly.
"We have been contacted.
Qingluo happens to be near Tianzhen City and should have arrived outside the city by now."
Chen Kang said in a low voice.
"Are you already outside the city?"
Zhu Yan's eyes immediately flashed with a ferocious look, he licked his lips and smiled sinisterly.
"Elder Chen, you go meet my father first.
Elder Wan and I will go watch the fun and collect some bills on the way."
"This" Chen Kang hesitated for a moment after hearing this, and then looked at Elder Wan.
"Don't worry, I will accompany Young Master.
Besides, we won't have to do anything then."
Elder Wan pondered for a moment, then nodded.
Seeing Elder Wan all nodding in agreement, Chen Kang naturally couldn't say anything more.
Moreover, he certainly knows what his young master’s temperament is.
Zhu Yan originally coveted Jiuse, and after being tricked by the Great Sky Sword Pavilion, he had nowhere to vent his evil fire.
Now that Qing Luo is blocked outside Tianzhen City, how could Zhu Yan let go of such a great opportunity?
, let Mo Zhiyao leave easily "Okay, Elder Wan, let's go."
Zhu Yan frowned impatiently, then ducked towards the city gate.
Elder Wan shook his head helplessly, signaled to Chen Kang, and quickly followed him.
After leaving Tianzhen City, Mo Zhiyao led Jiuse and the other three people and galloped directly towards the northern boundary of God's Domain.
At the speed of the four people, they left the area of Tianzhen City in less than an hour, and what appeared in the field of vision ahead was a dense and vast ancient jungle mountain range.
Without any warning, Mo Zhiyao, who was at the front of the crowd, suddenly stopped.
His face changed drastically, and he raised his head and looked at the sky above.
The space there actually became distorted.
At this time, the Jiuse trio also noticed something.
Spiritual energy surged out of their bodies instantly, and they looked warily at the twisted space in the sky.
"We are being targeted."
Mo Zhiyao's face became extremely solemn, and a feeling of uneasiness suddenly arose in his heart.
It seems that the people who are targeting them are not simple.
"Are they those people from Tianhuo Valley?"
Kun Lingyu clenched his hands tightly, with a cold light shining in his eyes.
In the Tianjian Auction House, the only one who had conflicts was Zhu Yan from Tianhuo Valley.
Now that he was being intercepted, Kun Ling couldn't think of anyone else.
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Mo Zhiyao shook his head slowly, his eyes still staring at the sky for a moment.
To put it bluntly, neither Zhu Yan nor the two elders of Tianhuo Valley could give him such a strong sense of crisis.
"Buzz" As the invisible space fluctuations spread, a thin figure wearing a black robe stepped out of that space.
The black-robed figure slowly raised his head, revealing a pale, bloodless, terrifying face that looked like a skeleton.
The scarlet gaze, which contained rich murderous intent, fell on Mo Zhiyao, and a hoarse voice slowly sounded from his mouth.
"You little bastard, just kill my son Qingyu."
Mo Zhiyao's face became extremely ugly at this moment.
He never thought that the person who came to his door this time would actually be the leader of Yin Luo Sect.
And listening to what he said, Qing Luo obviously knew that he was the one who killed Qing Yu.
"Middle Antiquity..."
Mo Zhiyao clenched his palms.
Judging from the fluctuations of spiritual power rippling around Qingluo's body, the master of the Yinluo Sect was not only at the middle stage of ancient times, but also seemed to be just a short distance away from breaking through to the late stage of antiquity.
A thin line separates.
With this kind of strength, I don't even know what I and others can handle.
"We are really in some trouble now."
Mo Zhiyao frowned tightly.
If the person blocking him at this moment was a strong man from the ancient times, even in the late ancient times, several of them would have had a lot of trouble escaping.
Chance.
But now, it is a super strong man from the middle ancient times.
If this were to happen, it would be a crushing match.
"call" Mo Zhiyao took a deep breath, raised his head, looked at Qing Luo, his expression became as indifferent as before, and then nodded.
"That guy Qingyu was really killed by me."
When the last byte fell, Mo Zhiyao's palm suddenly clenched.
The space behind him was distorted, and seven rounds of black sun could be vaguely seen rising.
"The Heaven-Slaying Demonic Spear" Mo Zhiyao's eyes instantly became extremely sharp, and with a fierce flick of his arm, the black magic spear turned into a blur of light and penetrated towards the Qingluo hole on the opposite side.
At the same time as Mo Zhiyao took action, Kun Ling's delicate body trembled and turned into his true form, Kunpeng.
Then he took Mo Zhiyao and the other two people and fled towards the distance desperately.
Kun Ling knew in his heart that with the strength of his own group, they would not be Qing Luo's opponent even if they risked their lives.
The only thing I can do now is to escape Looking at the black magic spear that shot towards him like lightning, Qingluo smiled sinisterly and pointed out.
Immediately, a strange black light suddenly flashed on his fingertips.
"Ouch" The overwhelming evil energy swept out from the black light, and then tore through the void, turning into an extremely sharp light, which collided with the Heaven-Slaying Devil Spear like lightning.
"Click" The two collided, and the Heaven-Slaying Devil Spear shattered into pieces.
However, the sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded at this moment.
Behind him, Mo Zhiyao, who was standing on Kunpeng's back, swung his arms suddenly, so fast that he could hardly leave an afterimage.
The demon spears all over the sky were like a violent storm, overwhelming towards Qing Luo.
"He is really a little beast who doesn't know the heights of the world.
He actually dares to take action against our sect."
Mo Zhiyao's fierce resistance surprised Qing Luo.
He obviously did not expect that the former would have the courage to resist when facing a strong man of his own level.
But it was obvious that Mo Zhiyao's resistance made the anger in his heart even more intense.
Qingluo stretched out his palm, and then suddenly grasped the sky in front of him, as if the whole thing was distorted, and then the sharp magic spears coming from the sky were directly frozen in mid-air, even with Kun Ling behind him.
People have all come to a standstill.
"If you still want to escape in front of this sect, you little beast, don't have such wishful thinking.
Today, none of you can leave.
You will all be left to be buried with my son."
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Qing Luo's vicious voice slowly echoed in the sky.
And Kai, the murderous intention permeated in it caused the temperature of the surroundings to drop sharply.
"I will send you down to see him as a burial companion."
There was a look of madness in Mo Zhiyao's eyes.
He clenched his hands fiercely, eight rounds of magic sun gathered together, and a huge magic axe appeared.
"Creation of heaven and earth" Mo Zhiyao shouted violently and swung his arms down suddenly.
The black ax light turned into a black arc of light that filled the sky and the earth, instantly cutting through the space imprisoned by Qing Luo, and then ruthlessly moved towards the latter as if tearing the heaven and the earth apart.
Cut it off hard.
"act recklessly."
Qing Luo smiled solemnly, but he didn't care about Mo Zhiyao's terrifyingly powerful ax that opened the sky.
With a flick of his finger, a stream of cold air burst out and collided with the ax light fiercely.
"laugh" A scalp-numbing corrosive sound rang out, and the arc of axe's light that contained extreme terror was instantly corroded by Qing Luo's cold air.
Mo Zhiyao concentrated eight rounds of magic sun to launch a terrifying attack, but it was still easily resolved by Qing Luo.
The strength in the middle ancient period is truly terrifying.
Qing Luo's eyes flashed with cold light, and then he struck out with a palm.
The majestic cold power turned into a huge black palm, and slammed down towards Mo Zhiyao and others as if suppressing the heaven and earth.
"Nine calamities suppress the miasma" The charming voice suddenly sounded, and the colorful nine-color brilliance rose into the sky, instantly rendering the world colorful.
The rays of light surged all over the sky, turning into a colorful light curtain that stretched across the sky in front.
"Little tricks" Qing Luo smiled coldly, his eyes disdainful and cruel.
"Bang" There was a loud noise that shook the world.
Han Li's palm hit the colorful light curtain heavily.
The space suddenly distorted, and then huge cracks exploded on the light curtain.
A groan of pain came from Jiuse's mouth, and a wisp of Yin Hong's blood dripped down her red lips.
Her delicate body trembled, and her pretty face turned pale.
After shattering the colorful light curtain, the giant cold palm roared down without losing its force.
However, in the next moment, a young figure surrounded by terrifying fluctuations appeared in front of the giant palm.
The towering black magic flames surrounded Mo Zhiyao.
In his palm, he held a black wand tightly.
"The Wrath of the Demon Emperor" Mo Zhiyao roared violently and slammed down the Demon Emperor's scepter in his hand.
Suddenly, huge black thunderballs appeared out of thin air, and then hit the giant cold palm with overwhelming force.
"Boom boom boom boom" Black thunder was raging crazily in the sky, and there seemed to be a faint roar of the devil.
The endless roar of black thunder blasted the giant palm of cold power into pieces.
However, Mo Zhiyao's figure was like a broken paper kite, staggering back violently.
Along the way, mouthfuls of blood spurted out, leaving a large area of Yin Hong's blood mist in front of him.
"You little bastard, come and die for me" Qing Luo's face was extremely ferocious for a moment, and then he pointed out a finger.
The next moment, a huge finger tore through the void and furiously blasted towards Mo Zhiyao.
On your fingers, you can see countless twisted faces of ghosts.
The sharp and shrill roar was like all ghosts howling together: