Now, he has found out the specific location of the Yantian Dragon God.
As long as you go back and report to Xuanyuan Moxie, his mission will be completed successfully.
As for how to save people, how to deal with Ye Luoer and the Supreme Dragon Emperor, he doesn't have to worry about this.
"As soon as possible! If I delay for one day, I will suffer an extra day of torture!"
Yan Tianlong God gritted his teeth and urged him repeatedly.
"Please be patient."
The Tianlang was unmoved, his body twisted like ripples, melting like mud, sinking into the shadow, and disappearing in an instant.
Such stealth techniques are simply unpredictable and incredible.
It is not unfair to die under his command.
"Damn it."
When the Yantian Dragon God saw that Tianlang really left, he had no choice but to continue to endure and wait for Xuanyuan Moxie to send someone to rescue him.
Hurry!
Outside the Nine Heavens Divine Dragon Hall, in a shadow.
The body of the Tianlang floated out like smoke.
His eyes were sharp, he looked at the direction of the Heavenly Dao Palace, and immediately jumped away.
"Mr. Tianlang, long time no see."
He flew halfway through the way, and suddenly, a deep voice suddenly rang out.
I saw a man in red robe appear suddenly and blocking his way.
"Mo Xueming, it's you!"
When Tianlang saw this person, his always calm face was shocked.
This man in red robe is Mo Xueming!
But at this time, Mo Xueming's body was hazy, with a bit of an illusory blood shadow. Flying swords were lingering around him, and each flying sword had an ancient breath of Hongmeng.
"You have mastered the Thirty-Three Heavens Hongmeng Ancient Method and the Sword of the Heaven-killing God?"
Tianlang's eyes were violently shocked.
The flying swords surrounding Mo Xueming all have the ancient Hongmeng aura, which is obviously not an ordinary flying sword.
Tianlang recognized it at a glance. This was the essence-blooded flying sword refined by the Sword of the Heaven-Zhunting God!
There are a total of 100,000 drops of blood in the entire human body.
The Sword of the Heaven-Slaying God is a magical power to cultivate blood, refining all the blood in the body into a flying sword, and each sword can cut the stars and destroy the moon and destroy the world.
Judging from the appearance of Mo Xueming flying sword surrounding him, he obviously has mastered the Sword Technique of the Heaven-Slaying God.
"That's right, I have practiced the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique, and my whole body's qi and blood have transformed, and I have evolved 100,000 flying swords."
"My strength has made rapid progress, and in time, it will be enough to compete with Xuanyuan Moxie."
"What is standing in front of you now is not my true body, but a clone condensed by blood and blood."
Mo Xueming smiled faintly, with a hint of arrogance between his eyebrows.
In the past, although he was strong, he was not qualified to compete with Xuanyuan Moxie.
But now, he has mastered the Sword Technique of the Heaven-Slaying God, transformed in one step and instantly defied the heavens. He is finally qualified to compete with Xuanyuan Moxie.
Although it is impossible to defeat for the time being, in time, Mo Xueming believes that he is definitely qualified to crush Xuanyuan Moxie. He is the only person who can ascend to the upper realm.
"Qi and Blood Clan..."
Tianlang's heart was shocked.
There is no doubt that Mo Xueming has really transformed.
After practicing the Sword of the Heaven-Slaying Sword, his whole body transformed from blood and blood. Any drop of blood could evolve into a clone, penetrated through the void and descended to him.
"What do you want?"
Tianlang asked intently, holding the hilt of the knife tightly.
"Leave Xuanyuan Moxie and surrender to me."
Mo Xueming smiled and said.
"Terror to you?"
Tianlang's eyes were cold: "You are such a great traitor. In ancient times, you betrayed the Ye family and defected to the extraterritorial demons. What are you? You deserve to ask me to defect to you?"
In ancient times, Tianlang was one of the top ten ferocious beasts and had a very noble identity.
Back then, Mo Xueming defected to the extraterritorial demon, and in front of him, he was simply a dog with no dignity at all.
"Haha, Lord Tianlang, time has changed, now I am different from the past, and I am the master of the Dark Palace. If you surrender to me, you will not humiliate your identity."
Mo Xueming smiled faintly. He wanted to store the Tianlang.
Because Tianlang is the close servant next to Xuanyuan Moxie.
If he could store the Tianlang, he could install a top-secret chess piece next to Xuanyuan Moxie!
In the future, if the great disaster comes, it will be much easier for the Palace of the Underworld to kill the Heavenly Dao Palace.
"The villain succeeds!"
Tianlang snorted: "At the time, if there were no resources given to you by the extraterritorial demons, would you have the ability to develop to the point where you are today?"
"You are just a despicable villain, and you can't compare with Xuanyuan Moxie."
"Mr. Xuanyuan, relying on his own strength to establish an eternal foundation, how can you, the two thieves, compare?"
Listening to Tianlang's words, Mo Xueming was not angry, but still smiled and said lightly:
"My ambition is not something outsiders can understand. If you surrender to me, you will naturally know in the future that the heroic and domineering career in my heart will not be much worse than Xuanyuan Moxie."
"Sorry, I have surrendered to Lord Xuanyuan and will never betray this life!"
Tianlang bowed coldly, and his body turned into a phantom, and he was about to escape.
"Sir, why do you need to leave?"
Mo Xueming smiled, waved his hand, and more than a dozen flying swords came out, making a sound, carrying the sword light like a white rainbow, and even shattered the void around him.
The Tianlang wants to escape, but the void is broken, where can he escape?
"What a sharp sword energy!"
Tianlang's eyes were terrifying, and Mo Xueming broke the void with just a few swords. The power of this flying sword was simply terrifying, worthy of being the Thirty-Three Heavens Hongmeng Method.
Generally speaking, it takes a huge amount of breath to use the Thirty-Three Days Hongmeng Method.
But this sword technique of killing the sky is very special.
Because the Sword of the Heaven-Slaying God Sword Technique refines 100,000 drops of blood in the body into a flying sword.
In other words, there are a total of 100,000 flying swords lying dormant inside the body!
If you only use more than a dozen hands, you won't lose too much breath.
Now Mo Xueming is exactly that.
He only used more than a dozen flying swords, and the loss of his breath was almost negligible.
It was just a dozen flying swords, far from the point where ten thousand swords were released and ten thousand swords were killed by the sky, but it had crushed the void and broken the law. This power was simply incredible!
"Master Tianlang, why don't you go to the Nether Palace with me first and see the grand atmosphere of my Nether Palace, and then make a decision."
Mo Xueming smiled.
More than a dozen flying swords, like lightning, like dragons and snakes, and like demons, were spinning around the Tianlang.
A cold sweat broke out on Tianlang's forehead. He knew very well that if he dared to say "no", he would be cut into pieces by the flying sword in an instant.
Each flying sword carries the breath of Hongmeng, which is not something he can resist at all.
"Okay, I'll go and have a look with you."
Tianlang agreed in a deep voice.
He is not Mo Xueming, and he will not be a traitor.
He has defected to Xuanyuan Moxie, and he will never betray him in his life.
Even if he dies, he will never betray him.
But now, he cannot die.
Because, he has not yet sent back the news about the Yantian Dragon God!
Now, Tianlang can only delay time.
As long as he finds a way to report to Xuanyuan Moxie and completes his mission, even if he commits suicide, he will never betray the Heavenly Dao Palace and turn to the Underworld Palace.
Chapter completed!