Chapter 901 Mo Lin Mutation

"Although Mo Lin is strong and Yunfeng Sword Formation is sharp, today, they must be forgotten in our hands. Si Tu Reading 520 Official Website

It won't be long before this Yuanwu Continent will be the world of my Demon Sect again."

"Go, kill Mo Lin, kill all the righteous warriors, and leave no one alive!"

The two soul-devouring elders let out a strange cry, and black smoke and fog burst out from their bodies at the same time, covering the sky and the sun, and the demonic energy rose. Under the lead of the two, the other six king-level powerhouses also displayed their own martial arts.

Below, the virtual-level warriors of the four sects of the Demon Sect, who had merged with the disciples of the Demon Yuan Sect, also gathered their Yuanli and attacked the Yunfeng Sword Formation shining with golden light.

The battle was finally triggered again at this moment.

"People of our generation must kill the demons and eliminate the evil. Return a bright and clear world to Yuanwu."

Mo Lin's cold eyes swept over the eight people one by one, and his momentum also climbed to the extreme.

Under normal circumstances, how could a mere early stage king dare to act arrogantly in front of him, but now the situation is stronger than the person.

When the two soul-devouring elders, who are in tune with each other, fight together, their combat power is almost close to the level of mid-stage king warriors. Together with the six people from the three sects of Luosha Sect, Hell Gate, and Eclipse Valley, it is equivalent to Mo Lin facing a mid-stage king and six early stage kings alone. Even if he has half a foot in the late stage, his chances of winning against so many strong men are very small.

In other words, it is good to be able to protect himself.

However, seeing the Yuanli attack flashing with various colors of light in front of him, and the counterattack of the scattered demonic energy, the coldness in Mo Lin's eyes became more vigorous.

He looked around at the eight king masters who surrounded him, and his deep pupils suddenly sank.

As if he had made a strong determination, Mo Lin took a deep breath and turned his palm, and a pill flashing with red and gold light was swallowed by him in an instant.

"Hmm?"

"What did old man Mo take?"

"It seems that the pill is extraordinary..."

Several demon kings made surprised sounds. There is no doubt that what Mo Lin took at this time must not be an ordinary thing, but they could not stop it.

"Let's do it. Two fists cannot beat four hands, not to mention that we have sixteen hands. Although old man Mo is strong, he can't escape death today."

The ghost old demon made a sinister sound. As his palms danced, they brought black airflow all over the sky and attacked Mo Lin with Yang Hun's strong blow.

For some reason, after seeing Mo Lin's strange behavior of swallowing the pill just now, Yin Hun actually had an extremely ominous premonition in his heart, as if something dangerous was going to happen.

He was a great master of mental power and was most sensitive to the spiritual path, so he didn't dare to delay any longer. He led all the kings to launch a full-scale general attack on Mo Lin.

Eight kings attacked with all their strength, even a real late-stage martial king could only retreat.

However, Mo Lin, who was surrounded by so many powerful kings, closed his eyes at this moment.

His body shook slightly, and just when the eight different colored Yuanli were about to reach him, a red-gold light spurted out from Mo Lin's mouth, rushing straight to the sky, dispelling the magic cloud, and shining like the sun.

The light was accompanied by waves of strange and vast pressure, which slowed down the attacks of the eight people who came to besiege.

At this time, a touch of shock appeared on their faces.

"What's going on?"

"Why is my Yuanli suddenly blocked?"

"Even the action has been slowed down..."

The eight demon kings had deep doubts in their hearts at the same time. Under the shining of the golden light above Mo Lin's head, the eight people, whether they were stimulating Yuanli or attacking, became slow at this moment.

As their figures slowed down, the expressions on their faces became even more weird.

Because all the elders of the Demon Sect saw two golden wings extending from Mo Lin's back, and a golden mark appeared on the center of his forehead. At the same time as the mark appeared, an ancient and wild aura permeated, and the golden energy storm surged, sweeping the entire venue with Mo Lin as the center.

The majestic golden energy storm directly blew away the attacks launched by the eight people.

The figures that flew over like lightning were also blown away by the wind, and the two soul-devouring elders who were too close were even shocked back.

Under the stirring of the golden energy storm, the energy that was originally running at high speed in the body seemed to be hindered to a certain extent, and the many demon sect virtual realm warriors below paused, their steps were weak, and the momentum of the crazy attack was weakened a lot.

This is still secondary.

What made the eight king realms of the Demon Sect dumbfounded was that the golden mark on Mo Lin's forehead was still flashing.

With every flash of golden light, the fluctuation of Mo Lin's aura would soar. In a few blinks of an eye, he actually climbed from the peak of the middle stage of the king realm to the late stage. The shocking aura that burst out made it impossible for anyone to get close.

The golden wings behind him became larger and larger, and the illusory wings became thicker and heavier as if they were real.

"How is it possible? Late stage of the king realm?"

"This... what is this?"

The eight king-level elders of the Demon Sect all showed a look of fear, and their bodies trembled slightly.

Now the aura emitted by Mo Lin is infinitely close to the late stage of the martial king. With the eight early king-level elders, even with the advantage in numbers, they have no advantage over Mo Lin in real combat power.

And looking at Mo Lin's appearance, it seems that it is not as simple as just improving his cultivation.

"Ahhh!"

The mutated third elder of Tianji Hall, Mo Lin, suddenly showed an extremely painful expression on his face. His muscles twisted, causing him to roar towards the sky. His eyes were closed, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. Before they could flow down, they were evaporated by the golden flames.

"Boom!"

The Yuan power on Mo Lin's body suddenly shook, and a red-gold light shot up into the sky, dispersing the black fog and demonic energy that originally filled the world.

At the same time, his Yuan power aura had just broken through to the late stage of Wu Wang. The tyrannical and domineering Yuan power fluctuations were raging around. At this moment, the Yuan power of the surrounding heaven and earth was faintly boiling.

Feeling the fierce aura revealed, the eight people of the Demon Sect looked extremely ugly.

I thought that with eight against one, under such a luxurious lineup, it would be more than enough to suppress Tianji Hall, but who knew that such a change would happen.

The late stage of Wu Wang, this realm is beyond the scope of their ability to fight against the enemy, and the number of people seems to become less important at this time.

When the strength is strong to a certain level, it is completely possible to defeat them one by one.

None of them could withstand the full force of Mo Lin's attack alone. Perhaps the two Soul Devourers could help each other and resist it with difficulty. If the others were attacked by Mo Lin alone, there would be only two results - death or injury.

As the golden wings behind Mo Lin became larger and more real, golden light also appeared on his body, and golden scales grew out, as if covered with a dense layer of dragon scales. Dragon thorns also grew at the end of the golden wings, and a vast dragon power swept the whole scene, oppressing every warrior's heart.

Even Ning Chen and Liang Jiuzhou, disciples of Tianji Hall, could not escape. Some virtual realm warriors with insufficient strength even felt that they could not breathe, their vitality was not running smoothly, and their strength was only 70% or 80%.

Elder Ning Chen, who was at the front of the sword formation, had his Yuan power flashing on his body. After forming a seal with his hands, he kept dancing, forming a Yuan power shield, which slowly protected the Tianji Hall and weakened the influence of the dragon power on Mo Lin's body on the virtual realm warriors.