"It's too much to deceive people." The young man from the gods couldn't help but be furious.

The boy's figure in the air changed again and again, and a light and shadow formed before the boy's figure, which blocked the attacks of all four people. A trace of anger flashed in the boy's eyes, and his hands passed by, and the sound of wind and thunder in the air came from the sky.

The original bright moon was submerged in an instant, leaving only desertedness and darkness.

Lightning and thunder, storm and storm.

It is like a roaring roaring in the mountains and rivers, like a roaring in the wild thunder.

The formations of the four human holy powerhouses were dispersed in a blink of an eye, and the four bodies quickly retreated. The four people in the air simultaneously used their palms to swing out divine power, for fear that the young man of the gods would come after them.

Eight figures flew over in the darkness, protecting four figures in the air.

The person in the head was covered in heavy purple and gold armor, and his eyes seemed to have a strong power, staring coldly at the young man of the gods.

"Can you tell me the origin of the gods?" The old man Jinjia sneered: "With your supernatural powers, you must be the famous top-notchest among the gods. Since you have come to the world, you should abide by some of the human etiquette. If you break into the imperial devil with such a big fantasy, is this the cultivation of the gods?"

"Who are you?" A strange look flashed in the eyes of the young man of the gods: "This time, there is no malice in the lower world. But these four seniors took action without asking, and they wanted to kill me. No matter how I cannot bully me, I should not let them bully me."

"I dare to ask what you are using is the 'rainy thunder'. I wonder what it is called Emperor Donghua?"

"Nothing to tell." The young man raised his thick eyebrows: "Since you have already taken action, you should not do anything casually."

"What do you want?" The old man with golden armor looked cold: "Young master's supernatural powers are so powerful that although he is only in the realm of the God Transformation Realm, his combat power has long exceeded Fan Chou of the realm of the God Transformation Realm. The twelve brothers are like brothers, and they are twelve people against a hundred people."

The face of the young man from the gods changed slightly: "So, do you have to deal with the next person? "

The old man with golden armor did not speak. With his long sleeves waving, the twelve figures became empty in an instant. The shadows seemed to be ghosts from the Infinite Hell, the speed of body movements, the essence of change, and the tricky direction of the formation were actually strange magical powers that this young man of the gods had never seen before.

"I didn't expect that there was such exquisite magical powers in the world, so I underestimated you." The young man from the gods laughed: "As long as the human race welcomes the gods, I will not be careless and personally learn about the exquisite magical powers of the human race."

As he spoke, Mo Qingkuan's aura surged.

Although his figure is only about eight feet long, it gives everyone a strong sense of impact.

For a moment, the twelve people felt as if they were facing a giant demon god from ancient times. Their irresistible aura seemed to be suppressed by everyone.

Between the heaven and earth, wind and thunder are blowing, and heavy rains are pouring.

The rain seems to be spiritual, and thousands of drops of rain cannot enter Mo Qingkuang's body three feet away.

"Be careful, this is a thunder in the rain." The old man from Jinjia laughed: "I didn't expect that I would be lucky enough to see Emperor Donghua's peerless magical powers and die under such a powerful heaven. I have no regrets."

Before he finished speaking, the old man Jin'er suddenly broke away from the formation and rushed straight towards Mo Qingkuang.

"No." Eleven old men shouted at the same time.

However, the old man with golden armor just sighed, and his figure had already rushed to Mo Qingkuan. He never dodged or avoided it again, allowing countless thunder and raindrops to fall on his body, and blood spitting out.

Mo Qingkuang saw that the old man Jinjia vomited blood, his face changed rapidly. When he was about to retreat, the old man Jinjia rushed into his arms and hugged himself tightly.

'boom'.

The explosion suddenly sounded, and the blood mist in the air was shaking, but the old man Jin'er even had his soul disappeared. Mo Qingkui's clothes were so worn out, his face was black. Even though the old man Jin'er's cultivation level was far higher than that of Mo Qingkui, he still did not cause fatal damage to Mo Qingkui when he self-destructed his own death.

"Boss."

"Big Brother."

"Old man."

Eleven old men were furious, and at the same time, a trace of determination flashed in their eyes. Everyone's eyes fell on Mo Qingkuai at the same time. At this time, even though everyone knew that they were not Mo Qingkuai's opponent, their blood-red eyes seemed to tell everyone what they wanted to do at this time.

"Stop." Mo Qingkang hurriedly shouted.

This time, Mo Qingkuang's original intention was just to ask the royal family of the Qingyu Empire to help find Zhuo Junlin's whereabouts. Although he was strong, he did not think that he would really cause trouble in the world. He fought with these old worshippers of the Qingyu Empire just to see the great path of cultivation in the human race over the years so that he could be wary of it in the future.

But what Mo Qingkuang never expected was that these old men were so strong. When he used all his strength to exert the "rainy day thunder", the old man in the lead counterattacked with extreme means such as self-destruction. At this time, each of the old men in front of him had a huge look in their eyes. If they were still allowed to take action, everyone would never have hesitated to self-destruct. At that time, his original intention of forming a good relationship with Zhuo Junlin would only make all the human races share the same hatred and would also cause all the human races to fight back. Even if he could escape from the lower world, with the legendary virtues of the human race, could he let go of this deep hatred of the sea of ​​blood?

No one paid attention to Mo Qingkuang's loud shout, the Eleventh person's face turned pale and his eyes were firm.

At this moment, Mo Qingkuan's heart actually had an urge to escape in panic.

However, he couldn't leave.

If there were no dead people, even if they retreated, the human race would only guard against the gods and would not do excessive things. However, now there is a life of human beings that are afraid of death. Once they retreat, they will be chased by the human race's powerful people.

On the battlefield of gods and demons, Mo Qingkuang is invincible, and no opponent can pass ten moves in his hands. Even if he is a genius among the ten shows of the gods' heavenly court, all his creatures will despair.

Mo Qingkuang, just three words, represents the strongest combat power among the young generation of the gods. Wherever he goes, who dares not keep a mercy? But now the lower realm has had such a blood feud with the human race. If he escapes by himself, even Emperor Donghua will find it difficult to keep Mo Qingkuang in front of all the strong people of the human race.

"Brothers, I'll take the lead."

An old man laughed wildly and rushed towards Mo Qingkuang in a hurry.

Facing the old man's sudden ejaculation, Mo Qingbing retreated quickly. If the old man laughed wildly and started laughing wildly, the blood mist in the air was filled with the wind, and it was as the old man moved with the wind.

"It's worth it."

"Burning true blood." Mo Qingkuang's face looked even more ugly.

At this time, the old man actually used extreme means of burning true blood to increase his own speed to an incredible state. Even if there is a supreme power to take action, it is absolutely impossible to save the old man again. The old man now is like a rebirth, and he wants to use his most extreme self-destruction to drag this terrifying young man to the road.

'boom'.

The self-destruction sounded again. Even if Mo Qingkuang had put his cultivation to the limit, he could not avoid the speed of the old man burning his true blood for a while.

The old man exploded with extreme self-destruction this time, but he didn't even leave blood mist.

Mo Qingkui was dressed in rags, like a beggar on the street. His left arm was blown away, his body was covered in blood and he could not see his previous grace.

"Boss, second, I'm here."

Another old man laughed wildly and rushed out again.

"Return to come?" Mo Qingkuang's face changed rapidly.

This is simply a group of madmen. As long as the opponent has not fallen, anyone will rush forward and explode like a mad dog. Everyone seems to have long been indifferent to their own life and death, and only want to kill their opponents.

‘Ba.’

The old man's body was as fast as lightning, as if he had hit an invisible barrier, and it seemed that he was suddenly slapped by someone and fell out dozens of feet. The invisible barrier seemed to be a cage of heaven and earth, covering Kyoto within a radius of hundreds of miles. Mo Qingkui was eager to retreat, but suddenly realized that he could no longer move.

All the ten old men looked overjoyed.

Don’t be frivolous, your expression changes rapidly.

There was actually a powerful man who was transcending the heaven and earth to take action.

An old man in white stood with his hands behind his back in the air, looking coldly at the battlefield where human life had already happened below. Mo Qingkuang had fought with more than a dozen strong men just now. Although there were so many things, it was only a few dozen breaths. The extreme self-destruction of the two peak Saint Realm powerhouses actually knocked down half of the imperial city of the Qingyu Empire, which had already alarmed tens of thousands of ordinary people in the palace.

In a panic, countless ordinary people cried and cried, and it was obvious that countless human creatures had been injured and killed.

The old man in white stared at Mo Qingkuan's body with his eyes as sharp as a knife.

"The Emperor's Master."

Ten old men knelt down at the same time, crying in silence.

"The casualties of the human race below must be very serious. You guys go and save people first." The old man in white sighed: "As for General Guan and Wu Laoer, I already know the cause and effect. I will get this justice back, so you don't need to ask about it."

"The Emperor's Master, the eldest and their souls are afraid of death, they,,,,,"

"I said I already know." The old man in white looked like a knife.

"yes."

Ten old men retreated quickly.

Now everyone understands that with the Emperor's attack, they are no longer needed here. However, in the palace below, the chaos caused by the self-destruction just now needs to be rescued by others.

"Senior." Mo Qingkuang smiled bitterly: "This is a misunderstanding."

"You don't need to explain anything." The old man in white sighed: "You are a descendant of Emperor Donghua, and I will never touch you. The human race will always remember the blood feud today. One day, those who have risen will seek justice from you. For so many lives, I need an explanation."

Mo Qingkang sighed softly, but stopped talking.

If no human life is caused today, there is still room for reversal. But now the two saint-level powerful people in the human race died because of themselves, and the death and injury of ordinary creatures below are still unclear. If they change positions with the old man in white, they will definitely give up.

"At this point, are you still there?" The old man in white seemed to sigh to the sky: "The faults of these juniors have their own causes and effects. But now that such a murder has occurred, can you still sit still?"

There is no echo between heaven and earth.

"As it happens, I will not ask about this matter anymore." The old man in white sighed: "I will not attack the younger generation, but those old people may not be as particular as I do."

After saying this, the old man in white turned around and left.

"Brother Dao, wait." A voice sounded in the air, and an old man wearing an imperial crown and a yellow robe appeared.

"Emperor Donghua, I thought you were dead." The old man in white laughed coldly and said, "I really don't know what kind of virtue the Heavenly Court has become now. A junior in the God Transformation Realm will enter the world with one sword. First, there is no defeat in the battle, and then you, a little thing that is not a weapon, Mo Qingkuang. In the eyes of you gods, do you really think that there are no strong people in the lower world?"

Emperor Donghua shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Brother Dao was joking. Who doesn't know where the lower world is? The older generation doesn't know. It's just that these younger generations don't know that the sky is high and the earth is strong, so they get involved in the lower world. Mo Qingkuang made a big mistake today, and this emperor will give the human race a satisfactory explanation."

"Just just say a few words from the Emperor, do you want to take the man away in front of me?" The old man in white sneered: "War Wubai was involved in the battle of holy weapons, and the army of three tribes of humans, demons and demons attacked the heaven. Even though Mo Qingkuang caused a life under my nose, the Emperor looked down on me and thought I would not dare to attack the Eastern Palace and start a massacre?"

"A alcoholic, you really don't give me such a little face?" Emperor Donghua couldn't help but be furious.

"Just because Mo Qingkuang made such a big noise in Kyoto of the Human Race, can you say you didn't know anything in advance?" The old man in white was also furious: "Since you didn't give me any face, why should I show you mercy? I didn't take action to kill this little Ba Wangdan to death, so I already gave you face."

Emperor Donghua couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I have been in seclusion and don't know what Mo Qingkang is doing."

"Get out." The old man in white couldn't help but curse: "At your level, any relatives in the world who are related to themselves will never be in a state without any response. Emperor Donghua, you can actually tell lies with your eyes open. Do you want me to notify the king of people and the old madman now and let them come and say it together."

Emperor Donghua's face changed rapidly, but a deep look of fear flashed in his eyes.
To be continued...