"Brother Zou, Brother He, please pack up the ten Wushan Orders for this time! The remaining four are left, and according to the old rules, and then allocate them to the thirty." The white-robed monk waved his hand, and twenty Wushan Orders came out.

The monk named Zou and He showed satisfaction, and took one of them into the storage ring.

"You and I join forces, and the ordinary monk team is not afraid at all! As long as your luck is not too bad, you will be very sure to enter the top two hundred!"

"At that time, we will be absorbed by various sects and families, and we will definitely have a bright future!"

"Yes, I have to continue my efforts to seize more Wushan Orders, so that I can be foolproof!"

The three of them were full of excitement.

Suddenly, a voice came clearly, "My Mo wants the Wushan Order on you!"

Swish!

The three monks suddenly looked up and looked at the figure who walked towards the black robe, and their eyes contracted slightly! Those who dared to walk alone in the trial world must be truly strong unless they seek death! Now that the trial world has been opened for nearly two months, the cultivation in front of them is still safe, obviously the latter can only be the latter!

But they abandoned the advantages of many people and power, and the three of them walked together, so their strength was naturally not weak. Even when facing lone walkers, they might not be able to fight!

"Brother Zou, Brother He, I took the Wushan Order from this person. You and I will enter the top two hundred, and I will definitely win it!"

"Leave him behind!"

"kill!"

As the roar was rushing, three people came to kill, and each one burst out with power comparable to that of the seventh level! Facing ordinary locomotives, there may be a chance of fighting, but today, the person in front of them is Mo Yu.

He reached forward, and the phantom of the Jiesha Killing Sky Bow suddenly condensed in the gust of black blood evil energy. He reached out and pulled it away, and let it go!

boom!

With the loud roar, the three monks retreated in tears!

...

On the top of the hill, Mo Yu sat cross-legged, and the strong wind came from all directions, but there was no sound of the wind around him. At this moment, his eyes were open, warm and bright, but there was a faint helplessness.

"It seems that I'm going to change the place again."

In a whisper, he stood up and took a step forward, and his figure turned into a rainbow. The strong wind finally blew, making his black robe swell!

Unconsciously, Mo Yu had entered the trial world for more than two months. After Han Shi and Hongyi left, he began to sweep the monks in the surrounding area and seize the Wushan Order!

But every once in a while, after realizing his existence, the remaining monks in the range of activities would choose to escape, forming a blank area. At this moment, Mo Yu had to change the place before he could start over.

Now, this is the third time.

But this time, things are a little different...

Mo Yu smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth and said softly: "After waiting for so long, someone finally came."

In the trial world, there are not many lone walkers, but there are definitely not a few. Each of them is strong and moves alone to seize the Wushan Order who encounters all the monks. For example, the dead Ji Li is one of the best. Now after two months of elimination, many weak teams of power have been expelled and left, and the remaining teams are strong and difficult to start easily. The battle between lone walkers has quietly begun.

Each of them has accumulated a large number of Wushan Orders. Every time they defeated one person, their rankings can increase significantly!

Mo Yu had some expectation in his eyes, and at this moment, his figure stopped.

"Hmph!" A cold snorted suddenly from the front. In the fluctuations of space, a man with red upper body appeared, with his muscles clearly concave and convex, like iron castings! He glanced at him and sneered: "It's a bit of strength to be able to discover my hiding! I, Buddy, I, is an undefeated person with an unknown name under my fist. Do you have the qualification to report your origin?"

Mo Yu said lightly: "If you want to rob the Wushan Order, just do it, why waste time!"

Buddy's expression turned cold, and a ferocious look appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Looking for death!" He shouted angrily. He stepped out and suddenly heard the sound of angry waves from the rivers. The surging power of qi and blood soared into the sky, sprinkling powerful pressure!

This cultivation has the power of the peak of the War Emperor! It is already extremely strong in the trial world!

"Bashan Fist!"

The fist was clenched and suddenly blasted forward. The air burst out in an instant. The surging white air waves made the space itself twist slightly, which made it possible to tell how powerful this fist was! At the same time, a shadow of the void mountain appeared on the top of Bashan! Although it was illusory, the heavy oppressive aura that scattered in the mountain shadow was exactly the same as that of the real mountain!

Mo Yu's eyes flashed slightly. It would be very easy to kill Bashan if he used his trump card. But this was not what he wanted. After finally meeting a bait, he naturally had to make good preparations to catch more big fish!

"Good come!"

While drinking in a low voice, there was a "crackling" sound in his body, and the thick blood burst out, not at all under the Bashan Mountains! He did not dodge or avoid, and he also punched out!

Bang!

When the fists and fists were touching each other, the two of them shook at the same time, stimulating their energy, making the space twist stronger, and black cracks appeared!

"good!"

Bashan roared, "Take me another punch!" He punched him with another punch, and the mountain shadow on his head was slightly condensed, and the oppressive breath became stronger!

Mo Yu fisted to meet him.

Bang!

Bang!

...

The loud noise was like thunder roar, and it could be heard within a radius of hundreds of miles! The fluctuations of the Yuanli caused by the fighting between the two were quickly transmitted to all directions like waves!

One thousand miles.

Two thousand miles.

Three thousand miles.

Four thousand miles.

...

The further it spreads, the more subtle the fluctuations become, but the aura of the fighting person can be vaguely felt.

Bashan was like a madman, and his punches continued to spread. The shadow of the mountain above his head continued to solidify as the punch was blown out. At this point, it was like the essence, exuding a sense of oppression, making his aura stronger and stronger!

The first fist of Bashan is the weakest. After that, every punch is punched out, the fist will be more solid and more powerful! Later, the mountain shadow will be true and can be activated, and the strongest blow will be burst, causing the attack to surge by one level in an instant! Its power is enough to be comparable to the level of the Great Lord!

This is where Bashan’s confidence lies!

As long as the opponent fails to interrupt his first punch, he will definitely win in today's battle! And now, it is very close to the completion of the Shanying Condensation!

But at this moment, Mo Yu suddenly looked up and the fog had been laid down until now.

Then this battle is over!

He took advantage of the opportunity to retreat!

Bashan grinned, "What, are you trying to escape? It's too late!" He stepped out, and the shadow of the mountain above his head moved, like a real mountain, roaring in his stunning momentum! His eyes showed a joke!

Mo Yu looked calm, he raised his hand, the black spear appeared, and the rolling blood poured in!

The next moment, the surging aura suddenly burst out, sharp and domineering, and it cannot be stopped! Not to mention a mountain, even this heaven and earth will be penetrated!

Bashan's figure suddenly stopped, his body stiffened, and his face turned pale a little! He took a deep breath and his eyes fell on Mo Yu, "Are you using me?" With his mind, he could naturally see through everything at this moment.

But... it's too late.

Mo Yu said lightly: "Leave Wushan Order, I will let you escape unstoppable! Believe me, don't play any tricks, otherwise I promise you will regret it."

"Give you three breaths to consider."

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

Mo Yu moved his hand and the infinite destructive aura drowned Bashan's mind in an instant! He was finally sure that even if he used the Shanying strike, he would not have the power to resist! This might destroy the plan of this cultivation, but this would come at the cost of his life!

Why!

For the sake of others, die by yourself!

Moreover, Bashan has a faint hope that more people can meet Mo Yu, and then they will end up like themselves!

"Wait, I agree!" As he screamed, he waved his sleeves, and a large number of Wushan Orders appeared directly, and the space outside his body became distorted!

Swish!

The figure of Bashan was teleported away directly.

Mo Yu smiled slightly, and a slight shock dissipated the blood and blood in the black spear. His eyes swept across. There were 138 Wushan Orders on the ground! In addition to these, there were nearly 500 yuan in his storage ring, which was 600 yuan, which was very close!

But for the sake of safety, the more Wushan Ling, the better!

Then look at how many fat big fish he can catch the bait he made this time!

With a wave of his sleeve, he collected all the Wushan Orders on the ground. Mo Yu took one step forward and his figure roared away! But this time, he did not go too far, and left his figure, waved his hand to set up a layer of ban, sat cross-legged, waiting for the fish to take the bait!

...

"In this direction, there are two cultivators fighting at most four thousand miles away from me. If I guess it is good, I must be a solitary cultivator! Its strength is comparable, both at the peak of the seventh level, and they are infinitely approaching the level of the Great Lord! But even if it is infinitely approaching, it has not been achieved. The gap in strength between the two is extremely large!"

"Besides, the battle has stopped at this moment, and the two have already decided to win! Even the battle is evenly matched, and the winning cultivation must have suffered extremely serious injuries! With my cultivation level, I will definitely be able to win the benefits of the fisherman at this moment, and there is no danger!"

In the air, a stunning rainbow roared forward, spreading its mighty pressure, reaching the level of the Great Lord! This was an extremely thin cold cultivator. The deep in his eyes was hot at this moment! "Hurry up! Faster! Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll be taken first by others!"

When the thoughts turn, the person's speed will be a little faster in an instant.

Swish!

The figure of the thin monk stopped. In just a short time, he galloped for more than 4,000 miles and had arrived at the battlefield! In the air, the fluctuations of the Yuan power of heaven and earth have not yet dissipated! After a brief feeling, he confirmed that the explosive power here was the strongest, and the strongest could only barely touch the level of the Great Lord, and the mind of this cultivator was even more peaceful!

"Hmph! It's impossible to get out too far when you're injured! I want to see where you can escape!"

This cultivator's fingers fell into the void, and a rune was formed in the outline! This talisman flickered slightly, emitting a faint dark light. After pausing for a few breaths, he roared away!

"Finally found!"

"Even your own breath cannot be perfectly restrained, this cultivation will definitely be extremely serious!"

"Defeat him and seize all Wushan Orders!"

The heart roared, and the coldness and heat flashed alternately in the thin monk's eyes!

Swish!

Mo Yu's eyes suddenly opened and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The first fish arrived!

His thoughts moved slightly, his face suddenly became pale, and blood even flowed out from the corners of his mouth. His breath became even more volatile, looking extremely injured!
Chapter completed!