Chapter 3520: Huge Pit!

Chapter 3562 Huge pit!

"Where to escape!"

Having seized the opportunity to suppress An Xiyou, Mo Qingyun would not let him escape easily, and hurriedly chased him.

When Mo Qingyun chased him, he clenched his right hand, drew a circle quickly in front of him, and shouted: "Break!"

With Mo Qingyun's angry shout, the holy war spear pierced into An Xiyou's chest and attacked An Xiyou's body frantically.

In just a moment, the right half of An Xiyou's body was blasted into pieces by the holy war spear.

"Ah..."

Even with An Xiyou's cultivation, he couldn't help but scream when he was attacked like this.

After being bombarded by Mo Qingyun's domineering attack, An Xiyou's injuries were concentrated, and his strength was greatly weakened.

Seeing An Xiyou's miserable state, not only the people of the dark lineage, but also the people of the black lineage, were all shocked and could not calm down.

Mo Qingyun's performance was really scary!

As strong as An Xiyou was, Mo Qingyun was half dead in a single encounter.

You should know that Mo Qingyun was only in the middle stage of the Divine Emperor, and there was more than one major realm difference between the two.

At the level of the Divine Lord, a small gap was like a ditch.

However, Mo Qingyun crossed a major realm and was able to force An Xiyou to half death. This feat was too amazing.

"Boy, I will tear you to pieces and leave you no place to bury your body."

Looking at his injuries, An Xiyou gritted his teeth and said something cold.

He was a powerful man at the Daluojing level, but he was injured to such a miserable extent by a junior in the Divine Emperor realm.

If such a thing were to be spread out, his face would be completely lost.

Therefore, if he wanted to save some face, he had to kill Mo Qingyun.

Of course, Mo Qingyun was useful to the Netherworld God Lord, so he couldn't kill Mo Qingyun directly, but it would be good to capture Mo Qingyun to the Netherworld God Lord in exchange for some benefits.

"You may not be able to tear me into pieces."

Mo Qingyun didn't care about An Xiyou's anger at all. He responded disapprovingly and said, "However, given your current situation, you should recover your body first."

While Mo Qingyun was speaking, he raised his hand and took back the Holy War Spear.

Looking at Mo Qingyun's arrogant look, An Xiyou was extremely angry, but he had no choice but to recover his body first.

An Xiyou's performance made Hei Zhongliang and others beside him sigh and their mood became a little complicated.

They had fought with An Xiyou and the other two for millions of years, and they were always suppressed by them. They didn't get any benefits in every confrontation.

Unexpectedly, Mo Qingyun, a junior of the God Emperor Realm, made An Xiyou suffer a great loss in the first confrontation.

"This kid is really weird!"

Looking at Mo Qingyun not far away, Hei Zhongliang couldn't help but sigh and looked up to Mo Qingyun.

While Hei Zhongliang was speaking, Hei Ren smiled with surprise and said, "My two uncles, the longer you get to know this kid, the more amazing he is."

"This time when he returned to the clan, he gave us many heavenly and earthly objects that are hundreds of millions of years old, which shocked our cultivation. Brother Hei Xiaoyi has already reached the realm of Daluo."

After listening to Hei Ren's report, Hei Zhongliang and his friends were shocked and showed a strong excitement.

They knew very well how much Hei Xiaoyi's reaching the realm of Daluo meant to the black lineage.

"Your cultivation has reached the peak of God?"

When Hei Xiaoyi was surprised, he also realized that Hei Ren's cultivation was much stronger than before.

Hei Ren didn't care too much about Hei Zhongliang's surprise, and smiled lightly, "It's just the peak of God. There is still a long way to go to break through to the realm of Daluo."

"We will talk about these things in detail later. Let's deal with them today."

After listening to Hei Ren's words, Hei Zhongliang and his friends were speechless for a while, and they couldn't help but feel a little bit amused.

Has this guy become so arrogant after breaking through to the peak of the Godly Lord?

Hei Ren actually said that he had solved the Daluo-level An Tiancheng and An Yueshan.

"Ah! My cultivation..."

"Boy, what did you do to me? What magical power did you use?"

While Hei Ren and the others were talking, An Xiyou screamed again, as if he was frightened.

Then, everyone looked over to sense his situation.

After a sense, the expressions of Hei Zhongliang and others all became shocked.

Compared with what he had just done, An Xiyou's cultivation had actually fallen by several small realms and fell out of the Daluo Mirror level.

"This kid is really evil and too dangerous!"

Seeing An Xiyou's miserable condition, Hei Zhongliang couldn't help but sigh and felt some sympathy for him.

It was really miserable for a Daluo-level strongman to be abused like this by a junior in the Godly Emperor realm.

"Boy, you forced me to do this."

Under the shocked eyes of everyone, An Xiyou's eyes were about to burst, and he gritted his teeth and shouted angrily.

Then, he opened a seal, and the aura he exuded rose rapidly.

"Not good, An Xiyou has lifted the seal of corpse beheading, this old guy is going to fight to the death."

Seeing An Xiyou's actions, Hei Zhongliang's old face trembled, and a trace of worry emerged in his eyes. He quickly told Hei Ren: "Hei Ren, An Xiyou has lifted the seal of corpse beheading, his strength will be greatly improved, Mo Qingyun is definitely not his opponent, you go and help him fight."

Hearing Hei Zhongliang's words, Hei Ren flew towards Mo Qingyun without any hesitation.

Mo Qingyun did not refuse Hei Ren's help.

He knew very well that with his current strength, he could not fight An Xiyou head-on.

For him, the calculation and surprise attack just now allowed An Xiyou to achieve this step, which was already a big profit.

"Ancestor Hei Ren, you come to entangle him for a while, I will deal with other ancestors."

Looking at An Xiyou who was ready to fight desperately, Mo Qingyun thought about it and was unwilling to waste time on him.

In Mo Qingyun's view, instead of continuing to fight with An Xiyou, it is better to deal with An Tiancheng and the other two and force them into a desperate situation.

Although Mo Qingyun did not know what consequences and influences these Daluo-level masters would have if they lifted the seal of the corpse, it was definitely not a good thing.

Otherwise, why would the top masters of these levels keep the seals for no reason, so that they could not use their full strength.

"Ancestor Zhongliang, I'm here to help you."

Mo Qingyun's figure flashed and he was next to Hei Zhongliang, ready to fight alongside him.

Hearing Mo Qingyun's words, Hei Zhongliang's expression was delighted and he said, "Okay, let's join forces today to kill this old man An Tiancheng..."

Before Hei Zhongliang finished speaking, he saw Mo Qingyun come back and kill two ordinary gods of the An lineage in seconds.

"You..."

Looking at Mo Qingyun's move, An Tiancheng was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and angry sparks appeared in his eyes.

Mo Qingyun was too insidious. He agreed to deal with him together with Hei Zhongliang, but ended up attacking others.

Mo Qingyun didn't care about An Tiancheng's anger at all. He glanced at him with contempt and said, "You... what do you mean by you? Don't you know that war is not too shabby? You've lived to such an old age."

"If you can't even figure this out, with your IQ, the Nether God Lord can sell you out a hundred times."

"What are you looking at? I said I would deal with you with the Hei Zhongliang Patriarch, and I will definitely take action against you."

While Mo Qingyun was talking, he used the Sealing Gate and blasted towards An Yueshan on the side.

"You..."

"Boy, you are bullying too much!"

Faced with Mo Qingyun's move, An Tiancheng and An Yueshan were furious and abandoned their opponents to kill Mo Qingyun.

Uncle can tolerate it, but aunt can't.

Mo Qingyun's tricks on them were really infuriating.

Faced with Mo Qingyun's harassment, they couldn't concentrate at all. In a battle at the level of a Daluo strongman, it is fatal to be unable to concentrate.

Bloodlight Gate!

Death Gate!

Facing the pursuit of An Tiancheng and An Yueshan, Mo Qingyun was not afraid at all and used his magical powers against them one after another.

An Tiancheng and An Yueshan did not expect that Mo Qingyun would dare to stand still and fight back in the face of their joint attack.

In a moment, the two were hit one after another, first hit by the blood disaster gate, and then covered by the death gate.

"No, this magical power is devouring our lifespan, break it quickly."

Being covered by the death gate, An Tiancheng and An Yueshan were shocked and looked like they were about to die.

Then, the two of them went all out and instantly defeated the death gate.

However, although they quickly defeated the death gate, their lifespan was still devoured a lot, and they looked nearly 10% older.

Seeing the performance of An Tiancheng and An Yueshan, Mo Qingyun narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of surprise, and said: "Eh! The lifespans of these two old guys don't seem to be much better than Pan Shi and Pan Shiqi."

"If I keep using the Gate of Death on them, maybe I can exhaust their lifespans and let them die of exhaustion."

Mo Qingyun thought so in his heart, he no longer hesitated, and immediately shouted to An Tiancheng and the others: "You two old immortals, what are you doing there, come and fight me."

After Mo Qingyun finished speaking, he flew towards Hei Zhongliang and the others, using their power to resist An Tiancheng and the others.

Although the two did not remove the seal, their strength was still very strong, and it was very difficult for Mo Qingyun to resist them.

The clay man still had some nature, and was repeatedly played by Mo Qingyun. An Tiancheng and the others could no longer remain calm, and only wanted to cut Mo Qingyun into pieces.

Unfortunately, they were stopped by Hei Zhongliang and the others before they got close to Mo Qingyun.

The Gate of Death!

Just when they were vomiting blood, An Tiancheng and the other two were shrouded by the Gate of Death just after they got rid of Hei Zhongliang and the others.

Then, under the power of the Gate of Death, their lifespans were reduced by nearly one level again.

Faced with such a situation, An Tiancheng and the other two panicked a little and felt a little wary of Mo Qingyun.

If they were injured, even if they were like An Xiyou, they would not be very afraid.

Going back to retreat for a period of time, the injuries will naturally heal, and the consumed divine power will be refined back.

But if the lifespan is consumed, it is too fatal for them.

This thing is difficult to make up for. For them now, ordinary things that make up for lifespan are useless.

Even if it increases by thirty or fifty years, it will not work for them.

If they want to increase their lifespan significantly now, the only way is to break through the realm, but this is too difficult.

The two consecutive losses of lifespan made An Tiancheng and the other two fear Mo Qingyun to an unprecedented level.

"Two old ghosts, I'm here, why don't you chase me?"

Seeing that An Tiancheng and the other two stopped attacking, Mo Qingyun showed a teasing smile and provoked them again.

However, this time they chose to ignore Mo Qingyun's provocation and acted as if they were going to retreat.

Seeing the performance of An Tiancheng and the other two, Mo Qingyun narrowed his eyes and said to Hei Zhongliang and the others around him: "Old ancestors, these two old guys want to leave, you stop them, I will eat up their life today."

Hearing Mo Qingyun's explanation, the figures of Hei Zhongliang and the others flashed and immediately cut off the way for An Tiancheng and the other two.

Seeing this posture, An Tiancheng and the other two were frightened, and immediately turned around and prepared to escape without any hesitation.

Although they now felt that Mo Qingyun was scaring them, they couldn't afford to gamble.