Nangong Mo slowly stood up, hung the gourd in his hand around his waist, and became cautious.

Since the bones of his hand, he also felt an extraordinary force.

He felt that the master of this hand bone must be an amazing person during his lifetime, and that his strength must be a true first-class super strong man.

The energy contained in the remains of this powerful man was beyond his imagination and he had to treat it carefully.

Fortunately, this is just a piece of hand bone. The ancestor Senluo cannot exert his full strength, otherwise he would be helpless.

He knew that as long as he killed the ancestor Senluo and destroyed the demon god's hand bone, all problems would be solved.

Thinking of this, Nangong Mo became serious for the first time.

As he stood up, countless invisible swords surrounded him, making his aura unprecedentedly powerful.

In the eyes of others, Nangong Mo is not like a person at this moment, but rather a sword.

An ancient sword that has been frost-beaten!

Everyone saw it, Nangong Mo slowly closed his eyes, feeling puzzled.

But only some powerful people with extraordinary eyesight discovered that Nangong Mo had taken action at this moment.

The invisible sword energy gathered, the sword intent was like the ocean, and the whole world seemed to be Nangong Mo. No one knew which one was the real Nangong Mo.

This is no longer a simple law, it is the power of rules.

Each Nangong Mo is like a sword, using different sword moves. The spirit and sword intent of each move have reached its peak, containing a trace of the rules of heaven and earth.

Ten thousand swords return to the sect!

Ten thousand swords were fired at once, and time seemed to be still at this moment, and everyone was in an inexplicable state.

When Nangong Mo's momentum was brewing to the extreme, tens of thousands of swords were also emitted from behind Nangong Mo. Tens of thousands of Nangong Mos set out their swords at the same time, containing the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, and slashed towards the ancestor Senluo.

When the ancestor Senluo faced the sudden sword, his expression was extremely serious and he did not dare to be careless at all. The demon bone in his right hand was also raised by him, and the demonic energy in his body rushed towards the demon bones wildly.

He had a feeling that if he did not use that kind of power, he would die under this sword.

Even if he already possesses the power of a demigod, he still does this!

Nangong Mo is also a demigod!

Moreover, it is a demigod who has understood the rules of heaven and earth, and a demigod who has found his own way!

Although the ancestor Senluo himself controlled part of the rules of heaven and earth, he had not found his own way and had not yet reached the end.

He can achieve such achievements entirely through the hands of the demon god.

Facing Nangong Mo's attack, he was not sure that he could block it.

"This Nangong Mo is really a character!"

The Demon ancestor laughed. Although his tone was not very nice, it can be seen that he had a good evaluation of Nangong Mo.

Even the demon ancestor himself could reach this level in this barren land, and he felt that it was impossible to do better than Nangong Mo.

Only after he has gone through this process can he know how difficult this process is.

"Old ancestor, should we take action?"

Mo Wentian didn't care about Nangong Mo's achievements. He felt that if Nangong Mo's move was defeated, the ancestor Senluo would undoubtedly be defeated.

"Yes, since you don't want Sen Luo to die, let him live for a while. Nangong Mo is now in a state of unity between man and nature, and his true body has no defense at all. As long as you find the true body, you can break his move at any time."

The ancestor of the demon clan is well-informed and naturally knows how to crack the demigod.

Just as Mo Wentian was about to take action, the demon ancestor suddenly called him.

"etc."

"What's wrong with the ancestor?"

"It seems that some people are going to take action first than us, so don't worry! Besides, the mysterious sword emperor of Qingyun Sect has not taken action yet, so I don't know what realm he is now! This scene is not over yet."

The demon ancestor smiled sinisterly.

"Yes, ancestor."

Mo Wentian nodded, but he felt that Lu Chen's current realm was definitely not as high as his.

He began to practice under the guidance of the Demon God Ancestor at the age of six. He spent ten years to comprehend the third volume of the Heavenly Book, and only reached the level of the ninth-grade Martial Emperor at the age of sixteen.

Entering Qingyun, he became a ninth-grade martial saint in fifty years, accumulated his foundation, broke through the Martial Emperor in one fell swoop, and took several years to completely consolidate his foundation and reach the peak Martial Emperor.

Lu Chen was still an ordinary person when he entered Qingyun Sect, and he had passed the best age to practice. Even if he had an adventure that made him soar into the sky, now he was nearly 60 years old, he might only be the sixth-grade martial emperor.

Even if Lu Chen is extremely talented, he is at most a ninth-grade Martial Emperor.

To be honest, he was not afraid of Lu Chen at all.

He just wanted to see the scene where Lu Chen's heart was broken, to forge his own path to the devil and understand his own path.

Thinking of this, he followed the direction of the demon ancestor's perception, and wanted to know who it was and would attack Nangong Mo under such circumstances.

In front of the Yuqing Hall of Tongtian Peak, a ball of black mist suddenly appeared and landed in front of the hall.

Almost everyone present, including some Wu Emperors, was shocked by the power of Nangong Mo's sword and was still in a wonderful state, and only she was not affected.

This person is the Emperor Xuanming Ghost who has just walked out of the Fantasy Moon Cave.

After the Emperor Xuanming Ghost was obtained, he had already planned to leave first, but he accidentally heard the conversation between several people and the name that made her unforgettable.

She stood at the top of the hall, staring at the familiar figure ahead, and a hint of sadness surged in her heart.

She wanted to cry very much, but she couldn't cry.

"You are finally willing to show up! You are indeed lying to me again!"

"Why are you! Why are you lying to me all the time!"

Emperor Xuanming didn’t quite understand why this man always wanted to lie to her!

He lied to her that he didn’t love her, lied to her that he got married and had children, lied to her that he realized the opportunity of ascension!

But she knew that this was all lying to her!

She still chose to believe it!

She hopes this is not a lie, and hopes that what he says is true.

But when the lie was exposed, she suddenly felt a little cramped.

But she clearly had no heart, but she could still feel the pain.

Suddenly, she became extremely angry, became hysterical, and her eyes were filled with resentment and ruthless at this moment.

She held the black dagger in her hand tightly, and with a flash, tens of thousands of Nangong Mos appeared in front of her.

She didn't have to look for it at all, and she also knew which one was the real Nangong Mo.

Everything about him has been engraved in her bones and in her soul.

How could it be impossible to find it?!

How could you admit your mistake!!

Her dagger is fast, sharp and decisive!

Resolutely, he had reached Nangong Mo's neck in a flash, extremely cruel. If this dagger went down, it would definitely make the man who was half-step sword immortal beheaded and died.

Nangong Mo is in a state of unity between man and nature, and he is unaware of this. Even if he knows, he cannot free his hands to resist.

One sword was released and could never be taken back.

But at this moment, Xuanming Ghost Emperor, no, at this moment, she should be Beiming Yanhong.

Beiming Yanhong's dagger stopped!

She looked at the man who hurt her thousands of times, and when she finally had the chance to kill him, she suddenly couldn't do anything.

She understood that the more she hated him, the more she loved him.

Everything she tried was just to see him again.

Even if he didn't even look at her.

Her psychological defense that she had built for hundreds of years was completely collapsed.

Her hands softened and she couldn't stand down, and the dagger slid from her hands.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

A blood-red figure swept by quickly, took the fallen dagger, and pricked at Nangong Mo without mercy!
Chapter completed!