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Chapter 687 sneak attack

At the edge of the Demon-Sealing Monument, Mo Qingwu, who was fighting with Shura King Ziyou, suddenly turned his attention to the center of the Demon-Sealing Monument, and a palm that seemed to be a hand of a god and demon grabbed Shen Lang.

Shen Lang, who had already expected this move, immediately sacrificed nine spiritual pattern pillars.

When the pressure was as strong as a mountain and the huge palm had not yet arrived, the nine spiritual pattern pillars moved quickly, bursting out a thousand feet of light, and with a bang it sank into the ground, disappearing without a trace!

Mo Qingwu's sharp claws dug out a pit of 100 meters deep in the area that was originally the hall. However, the barrier that trapped King Na Luo completely disappeared under his divine thoughts!

"It's impossible for such a thing to happen!" Mo Qingwu showed an incredible look.

Almost at the same time, as Mo Qingwu was distracted, Shura King Ziyou turned sharply and teleported quietly behind Mo Qingwu like a ghost.

The palm with the aura of death silently printed on Mo Qingwu's back!

"Ri!"

Mo Qingwu made a heart-wrenching beast roar from his mouth, and his right elbow blasted out his elbow back, as fast as lightning!

Facing Mo Qingwu's fast and fierce attack, Shura Wang Ziyou, who had been prepared for the morning, remained unchanged, his wrist slightly bent, and his long sword in his hand was crossed, and he was placed in front of him like a shield.

The next moment, Mo Qingwu hit the sword body with his elbow!

A dazzling light burst out from the middle of the two, and a creepy and terrifying energy gushed out towards the surroundings with the two as the center!

Shura King Ziyou and Scorpio Mo Qingwu both groaned and quickly fell out in both up and down directions!

The Mo Qingwu was still in the air, and his body suddenly became bigger and turned into a dark red scorpion that was hundreds of feet long!

The huge scorpion fell to the ground with a loud bang, smashing out a huge deep pit. The bloodthirsty eyes of the scorpion in the center of the deep pit stared at the Shura King Ziyou in the air with hatred.

"Immortal Seal Method! When you are seriously injured, you dare to use the Immortal Seal Method?"

A sound as unpleasant as metal rubbing, came from the scorpion's mouth.

A dead aura could be seen vaguely surrounding the huge scorpion, which was difficult to remove.

Shura Wang Ziyou in the air wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and sneered, "Why don't you dare? The most straightforward killing is to put yourself to death, so you were defeated."

"You have hit my Immortal Seal now. Even if you don't die, you will be disabled. Even if your master Zhulong comes, you will have no choice, hum!"

Mo Qingwu's huge head suddenly shook: "Your injury and more injury hit me one elbow, and when you were seriously injured, you activated the Immortal Seal Technique. Your body was also backfired by the power of the Immortal Seal Technique, so it was not much better!"

King Shura smiled indifferently: "Idiot, I've encountered this kind of thing backfire by the power of the Immortal Seal Technique. I had encountered it countless times when I first started practicing. What is this thing now?"

"What a deep plan! Shura King Ziyou is indeed well-known!" The scorpion on the ground's eyes flashed with red light, and he let out a roar.

Mo Qingwu, who had already gained the upper hand, saw that he had lost the trace of King Na Luo and was hit by King Shura's immortal seal, and he was already afraid.

Originally, when King Shura was seriously injured, he was not his opponent at all, but he was just fighting all the time, trying to entangle him.

But now...

This previous confrontation seemed to be evenly matched, but the Immortal Seal Method was extraordinary. It almost ignored physical defense, penetrated the defense of his armor and the defense of the shell, and directly penetrated into his body.

At this time, the soul and demonic power in Mo Qingwu's body had already started to burn. If he automatically used the demonic power, he would only die faster.

However, King Shura took advantage of the long sword and armor in his hand to remove most of his counterattack power.

Now the physical condition of the two is basically half a dozen!

The most important thing is that the sealed King Na Luo actually disappeared without a trace, and he could not find his trace within a radius of 500 miles. This was simply incredible...

At the same time, there were zombies that emerged from some unknown place.

"Sir, what should we do?"

Five powerful people from the Imperial Martial Realm gathered next to Mo Qingwu.

The huge scorpion flashed with light and returned to its human form.

Mo Qingwu covered his chest with one hand and stared coldly at Shura King Ziyou in the air.

Although both sides suffered a loss, at present, our side still has an advantage.

At least five powerful men in the Imperial Martial Realm were enough to crush the other two.

But the problem is that Mo Qingwu doesn't want to continue to kill him. If he continues to kill him, if the Immortal Seal Method is completely attacked, he will die without Shura King!

Although the mission is important, saving your life is important!

Thinking of this, Mo Qingwu sneered and said, "Let's go!"

With a swing of his sleeve, a dark force swept over five powerful people in the imperial martial arts realm and disappeared on the spot with these five people.

When Mo Qingwu and his others disappeared, Shura Wang Ziyou, who was wiping the long sword in his hand gracefully, suddenly spit out blood!

"Sir, are you okay?"

Feng Han and Liu Haojia quickly stepped forward to support him.

Zi You glanced at the bottom with a miserable expression, coughed twice, pointed three fingers at her body, and then said, "You two go back with me to help me heal my wounds."

Liu Haojia was stunned: "Then...whether Lord Luo and Yan Bing?"

Ziyou glanced at the deep pit below, and a strange look came out of his eyes and said, "You may not count the nine spiritual pillars, but I heard an old guy mention this thing... This is something from our God of War Temple!"

"What! Is the boy below from our God of War?" Liu Haojia was shocked.

Feng Han pondered for a moment and said, "Did that young man be the descendant of the Five-Colored Flag? Our Temple of War God is now scattered around, except for the Eight Heavenly Kings, there are only the Five-Colored Flags that are more mysterious than the Eight Heavenly Kings..."

Shura Wang Ziyou shook his head and said, "It's impossible to be sure, but even Mo Qingwu and I can hide it. This person's methods are completely in the world. Maybe he has hope of saving the cycle of reincarnation... Cough cough... Now, we will return to the station to heal the wound first to deal with the possible powerful enemies behind us!"

The three of them did not stop and immediately retreated to Luanyun Peak, which was more than 300 miles away from the Confused Monument site.

The scattered ruins finally returned to their previous peace.

At this time, about three hundred meters underground in the deep pit that Mo Qingwu grabbed, nine huge spiritual pillars released a faint light, covering up all the breath.

And in the space wrapped by nine spiritual pillars, Shen Lang gently pointed his finger at the candle dragon black flame...

"Stop! Do you know what you are doing?" Yan Bing on the other side was shocked when he saw this scene and hurried over to stop Shen Lang.

Yan Bing almost roared and said, "This is Zhulong Black Flame! Do you know Zhulong Black Flame? It is something that cannot be touched! Even if it is me, I dare not touch you, do you know?"

"I know." Shen Lang nodded and said, "You have said it hundreds of times, how can I not know."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Lang's finger that had stopped was poking forward and gently poked the barrier formed by Zhulong Black Flame!

A black flame immediately slid along his fingers and rushed up to his body!

Shen Lang was surrounded by a layer of black flame, as if he was burning!

"It's over..." Yan Bing's face was ashes.

He didn't care about the life and death of this strange boy. The key is that if Shen Lang died, who would save King Luo?
Chapter completed!
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