In terms of realm, Jiang Chen is only a half-step quasi-saint. No matter how strong he is, he will not pose a threat to Mo Luo Wutian in the end.

However, in Moluo Wutian's eyes, Jiang Chen's importance is even greater than that of the Styx in the middle stage of the quasi-saint.

The reason for this is nothing else, because Jiang Chen has the powerful means of plundering the demon fog and destroying the sacrificial demon sacrifice.

That day, the Heavenly Dao Killing God Spear turned into a giant blade, and the power of turning the rivers and seas was shattered wherever the spear tip went, and large fogs of magic fog swept up, all of which followed the guidance of the Heavenly Dao Killing God Spear and drilled into the groove of the spear blade from the spear tip.

In just a moment, a large piece of demon fog in the field disappeared, and the evil demons were unable to accommodate them because they lost the protection of the demon fog, and were exposed to the sight of the Asura clan.

Although the Asura clan has lost a large number of elite troops today, there are still many remaining powerful people at the level of Golden Immortal and Taiyi Golden Immortal. What they fear is not the demon clan, but this difficult demon fog.

When a large amount of demon fog dissipated and the evil demons showed up, the Asura clan, who was originally waiting to be killed, instantly completed the magnificent transformation from prey to hunters, and each of them used the power of the Netherworld Blood Sea to counterattack.

The original one-sided situation took a drastic reversal when Jiang Chen and others entered the battle circle.

A even-match and tragic battle broke out on the Netherworld Blood Sea.

For a time, the Asura tribe was excited and fought bravely to fight the enemy. Although most of the demon tribes were demon puppets, they also followed the murderous intent of their hearts and took action to fight.

However, when the two sides fought fiercely, the one who was most anxious was Mo Luo Wutian.

At this moment, he was suppressed by Meng Jiang, who was using the true body of the ancestor witch, and Ziwei Emperor. Even if there were all kinds of wonderful methods, there would be more helplessness in front of the ancestor witch Houtu.

During the battle, his eyes fell on Jiang Chen outside the battle circle, and his expression became colder.

"I have to do everything in my mind, just to prevent Jiang Chen from touching the magic fog of our clan. But now, even if I have done all the calculations, this is still inevitable."

"Today is the last opportunity for our clan. No matter what, I must protect the resources needed for the rebirth of our Lord."

Thinking of this, Mo Luo Wutian's eyes narrowed, and the light from the corner of his eyes subconsciously glanced at a lotus platform burning with painted black magic flames not far away.

Through the gaps on the lotus platform, you can vaguely see the Tianfei Wumo and the Asura powerful men imprisoned there.

The next moment, Ziwei Emperor played the merciless demon sound, and the notes were like sharp arrows on the string, killing Moluo Wutian.

At the same time, Meng Jiang raised his hand and clenched his fists, and the rolling yellow sand condensed from his palms and circled. In a flash, a vast world vaguely evolved in the yellow sand.

Then, with a punch, it was a devastating force.

The two quasi-saint powerful men burst out with powerful means at the same time, carrying the vast divine power, heading straight to Moluo Wutian.

Just in the midst of the flash of lightning, Moluo Wutian narrowed his eyes, immediately raised his hand and turned into a claw, and waved it suddenly.

With a wave of his hand, it seemed to have moved the power of moving mountains and filling the sea, containing the vast and unpredictable power. Above the sky, the magic fog suddenly changed and rushed like a dragon.

Large pieces of magic mist swept across, surrounded by the painted black demon lotus, turned into afterimages, and appeared in front of Mo Luo Wutian in an instant.

At that moment, the Demon Lotus, who imprisoned Tianfei Wumo and a group of Asura strong men, became the amulet of Mo Luo Wutian. He was impartial and firmly blocked Mo Luo Wutian's body.

Seeing this scene, Emperor Ziwei and Meng Jiang were both shocked. The attack with extreme murderous intent shifted between lightning and flinch.

Under the strong control of the two, they barely avoided the Demon Lotus that imprisoned the Asura powerful men.

At the same time, Moluo Wutian's mouth raised, outlining a smile of conspiracy.

In the next moment, Mo Luo's aura shook, his palms came out together, and the rolling monsters surrounded the demon lotus, exuding a cold feeling, heading towards Ziwei Emperor.

This demon lotus is not only a cage that imprisons the powerful Asura clans, but also a magical power with endless power.

The easiest way to face this demon lotus is to take action to blow it up, but doing so will ruin the lives of the Asura clans. But if you take this magical power, even a strong man in the middle stage of the quasi-saint like Ziwei, it may take some trouble.

The fight between strong people will lead to the success or failure of the battle, not to mention that in such a fierce and ever-changing situation, distracted from doing such a complicated thing?

"In this demon lotus, almost all the top powerhouses of the Asura clan are imprisoned. If this emperor kills it with one punch, it will not only make a grudge with the Styx, but will also be affected by cause and effect, which will damage the fate of this emperor."

"Although this Mo Luo is strong, Empress Houtu is not weak, and she is carrying great supernatural powers. She is the nemesis of this Mo Luo."

"Even if this emperor withdraws from the battle, the Tu Niang will never be able to gain a slight advantage in this Moluo."

In a blink of an eye, Emperor Ziwei made up his mind. With his hand raised, waves of huge forces from heaven and earth slowly condensed around him.

Facing the terrifying demon lotus burning with gloomy flames, Emperor Ziwei's eyes became more and more serious.

"Great magical powers, Ziwei Emperor Realm!"

In an instant, purple mist filled the sky, and a large purple light completely enveloped and swallowed the demon lotus.

What Emperor Ziwei wants to do is not only to take over the demon lotus, but also to use great magical power to resolve the attack and killing power in it, and release the powerful Asura clans imprisoned in it.

At this moment, when Emperor Ziwei was determined to withdraw from the battle circle and carefully released the powerful Asura clans, Moluo Wutian took another strange move.

I saw him holding the sky with his palms, and five black dark lights flew out from his sleeves, facing the rolling sky thunder, hanging high above the sky.

Then, the magic waves rolled, and the five mysterious lights seemed like dragons coming out of the sea. They gradually evolved into numerous mysterious powers surrounded by the magic fog.

In a vague way, there seemed to be shadows, appearing faintly above this mysterious light.

"This, this is..."

Meng Jiang frowned and showed a shocked look on his face.

The mysterious light dissipated, and a large flag appeared below each of them. Five large flags hung high in the air, making a sound under the surging fog.

The five banners exuded a particularly familiar aura to Meng Jiang, which was the Dutian Phantom Flag.

"Grandma, be careful, this is the five Dutian Phantom Flags that Jiang Chen captured by this evil demon in the previous battle!"

The Ziwei Emperor, who was supporting the Ziwei Emperor Realm and resisting the Demon Lotus, saw the clues and quickly reminded him.

He should have helped, but the Demon Lotus has entered the Ziwei Emperor Realm, and it is like a tiger riding a tiger, so he naturally cannot retreat.

When Meng Jiang heard this, he couldn't help but nodded, and a ruthless look flashed in his eyes.

"So, you have been chasing Jiang Chen for no time or twice. Since that's the case, I can't spare you!"

Meng Jiang's voice was cold and hoarse, simple and heavy, exuding endless divine power.

But when Mo Luo Wutian heard this, he smiled coldly.

"I will let you see the true power of the Dutian Phantom Flag!"

Before he finished speaking, Mo Luo Wutian saw two palms coming out together and punching two complex demon seals at the five Dutian Dao flags.

In an instant, the magic fog rolled wildly and poured into the five Dutian Phantom Flags.

Moluo Wutian was shocked and shouted immediately:

"Ancestral Witch, appear!"
Chapter completed!