Chapter 810: Hundred feet, just ants!

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Chapter 810: Baizhang Divine Soul, Just an Ant!
"Ha ha ha ha ... a little Tianjun in the early days, also wanted this subject to submit to you?"
"You are just dreaming!"
Hearing that Meng Ruoxi couldn't help laughing wildly.
She is the strongest person in the top of the celestial monarch, and she ranks among the demons in the ranks of more than 10,000 people. She wants her to surrender to this small Jiuyou tribe.
To her, this was undoubtedly the funniest joke in the world.
"The opportunity has been given to you by the emperor. If you don't submit, you need to blame the emperor for accidentally killing you!"
Mo Wentian's eyes froze instantly.
"Boy, you are so arrogant!"
"I don't like your arrogance so much, die!"
Gathering a wild laugh, Meng Ruoxi's eyes were full of fierce eyes.
"Red Flame God Palm!"
Meng Ruoxi sighed angrily, and the palms of the palms printed one by one.
As each one of her Indian fighters hit out, in the void, a palm of the size of a hundred feet burning red flames appeared.
"Is this the legendary Red Flame Palm?"
"What a terrible palm of God!"
"Can the emperor block it?"
...
Looking at the giant palms in the void, outside of the city's ten feet, exclaimed sounds.
"The king-level artifact is in your hand, but you can't kill the emperor!"
"You want to kill me with this magic palm, ridiculous!"
Looking at the giant palm in the void, Mo Wentian's eyes raised a touch of cold mang.
"Breaking the sword!"
"Come again!"
Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed for a moment, and he gave a cold drink, and once again broke the sword.
At this moment, Mo Wentian's breath suddenly skyrocketed.
A sharp and boundless breath spread out from Mo Wentian's body, and that breath, with the supreme arrogance, was daunting.
"Boss, your breath is strong again!"
"Yes, boss, the power of your sword is comparable to the peak of the heavenly monarch!"
Suddenly, the voices of Xiaoyu and Huantian sounded in Mo Wentian's mind.
"The smell of this sword should be pretty good!"
Mo Wentian slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and a cold cold mang rose in his eyes.
"No, this boy's breath has grown stronger!"
"This sword is terrible!"
Looking at the sword that was beheaded in the void, Meng Ruoxi's heart raised a bad hunch.
Intuition told her that the sword was terrible.
But she didn't believe that Tianjun's early Mo Wentian could kill and kill her strongest peak.
"dead!"
The cold sound resounded throughout the void.
The next moment, in the eyes of Mo Wentian, the killing was terrible, and then a sword went straight towards Meng Ruoxi.
"The power of this sword is comparable to the peak of Tianjun!"
In Meng Ruoxi's eyes, a moment of astonishment rose.
At this moment, she felt as if the of death was beckoning at her, and that terrible sword seemed to really kill her.
"Boy, you are just as powerful as Tianjun Peak, and my strength in this seat is Tianjun Peak!"
"Red Flame God's Palm: One Nine One!"
Meng Ruoxi's expression changed for a while, he sipped coldly, and printed his secrets.
I saw that in the void, the giant palms of the size of hundreds of feet changed into nine in an instant, and in the next instant, they became eighty-one, and finally the eighty-one combined into one, and greeted them towards Mowentian.
"boom……"
The violent collision came again.
"puff……"
Mo Wentian's body flew upside down, and a burst of blood spurted out.
"Huh ..."
Although Meng Ruoxi did not fly backwards, it was actually much better, and the slightest blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.
"Don't bear it anymore, holding on to that but it's going to get rid of internal injuries!"
Mo Wentian fought from the ground, watching Meng Ruoxi, sneer.
"Boy, you ..."
"puff……"
Xu was enraged, maybe he couldn't help it, and Meng Ruoxi spit out blood.
Mo Wentian did guess correctly. On the surface Meng Ruoxi seemed to have won the battle. In fact, the injuries in her body were not minor.
"Look, Meng Ruoxi is also injured!"
"The monarch's strength is really terrible!"
"In the early days of Tianjun, the peak of Tianjun is terrible. This is simply evil!"
...
Beyond the sky and the sky, the figures looked at the cold and arrogant figure in the void, and a moment of admiration rose in his eyes.
"Is that supposed to be the case?"
"Is it better to spit it out?"
Mo Man Tianman's taunting words resounded.
"Boy, I want to kill you!"
"Kill you!"
Mo Wentian's words of arrogance were extremely ironic to her.
Looking at Mo Wentian, in the eyes of Meng Ruoxi, the killing intention suddenly skyrocketed.
"Although my strength may not be able to defeat you now, my spirit is enough to suppress you!"
With a cold drink, Meng Ruoxi gathered around his head, and a force gathered towards his head.
The next moment, I saw a ghost of the size of a hundred feet behind her.
"Hundred feet spirit?"
"At the peak of the heavenly monarch, the spirit is not as big as a hundred feet, it is really pathetic!"
Mo Wentian looked at the ghostly phantom and burst into laughter.
You know, in his early cultivation of the god, the soul has now reached two hundred and twenty feet, but in contrast to Meng Ruoxi, the peak of the god, the soul is only one hundred feet.
That's all, but she still wants to suppress Mo Wutian by virtue of the soul, which is just ...
Stupid person dreaming!
"Poor?"
"You said that my soul is poor!"
"This seat will suppress you to death today!"
In Meng Ruoxi's eyes, the intention of killing was not concealed.
"Hundred feet spirit?"
"Is this the ghost of the Heavenly King!"
"So terrible coercion, hold your mind, retreat!"
...
Looking at the phantom of the proud spirit standing in the void, Chixiao and others looked instantly surprised.
Immediately, backed away quickly.
"Hundred feet!"
"Suppression!"
With a cold drink, the breath on Meng Ruoxi once again skyrocketed.
In the void, the ghostly phantom of Baizhang was a little clearer.
"Just want to suppress me?"
"dead!"
The cold voice sounded.
"Buzz ..."
Mo Wentian punched Meng Ruoxi, and the next moment, an immortal power shrouded Meng Ruoxi.
"how can that be……"
In the void, an exclaiming voice came, and the next moment ...
The ghost in the void began to tremble.
"In the presence of this emperor, you are not yet subject!"
Mo Wentian's roar sounded in the void.
Do not ask the sky, a sword star core rotates endlessly, exuding supreme coercion, that star core is immortal!
"Buzz ..."
The spirit of Meng Ruoxi was trembling.
"Immortal stars!"
"hit!"
"boom……"
The dazzling stars of the void collided with Meng Ruoxi's spirit.
But for a moment, countless cracks appeared on the soul.
"Buzz ..."
The spirit trembled wildly, as if she was also scared.