Chapter 497: Do you know the magic temple?

boom!
Under a violent roar, the two figures quickly separated, and the violent vigor rippling from each other swept across all directions.
Qu Shang condensed his eyes deeply, staring at Mo Yuan gloomily.
Dark in his heart, the strength of this young man has really grown a lot, even though this punch is only 50% strength, it has reached the power of the first level of Nascent Soul.
However, the black-clothed boy in front of him caught the punch.
"You are really shocking." Qu Shang breathed out slowly, squeezed his fists, and said lightly: "In just a few days, your strength has reached the first level of Nascent Soul."
"Sorry." Mo Yuan's eyes were clear and waveless, and said: "I am still the nine layers of pill formation."
"Huh?" Qu Shang was taken aback, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He couldn't believe it, "Are you kidding? A casual punch from the 9th layer of core pill will give you the power of the first layer of Nascent Soul?"
He didn't believe it and couldn't believe it.
If it is as Mo Yuan said, it would subvert his own perception of power.
Unless the opponent's punch was a killer move, how could the power of the Nascent Soul burst out?
"Youth, I advise you not to pretend." Qu Shang squinted his eyes, believing that Mo Yuan was pretending, "It's just self-inflicted humiliation in front of absolute power."
"I'll ask you a question." Suddenly, Mo Yuan raised his eyes, turned his words, and asked quietly, "Do you know the Devil Temple?"
Qu Shang's pupils shrank, and he looked at Mo Yuan in shock. He suddenly seemed to think of something, and then mocked: "You don't want to tell me you are from the Demon Palace?"
"Huh?" Mo Yuan frowned and asked, "So you know?"
"Hmph, the Demon Temple, but it is more supreme than the Demon Demon. It is the temple that every Demon Demon wants to enter." Qu Shang curled his lips and looked at Mo Yuan with contempt, "If you say you are a demon. The Sha’s people still have a bit of credibility, but if you say it is the Demon Temple, you are asking yourself to be boring."
"Does the Demon Temple have anything to do with the Devil?" Mo Yuan ignored Qu Shang's complaints, and continued to ask, but there was a dignified look on his eyebrows.
"Boy!" Qu Shang's eyes sank, and a series of sharp blades spun out, surrounding him with awe-inspiring murderous intent, "I don't have time to play with you. Since you ran into you today, let me die."
As the words fell, sharp blades shot out, blocking Mo Yuan's retreat from all directions.
Mo Yuan returned to his senses, looking at the densely packed sharp blades, his eyes were still clear and waveless, as if watching a rain.
Puff puff puff!
A series of sharp blades fell on Mo Yuan's body, continuously cutting his body, and his coat was all torn apart, revealing a body covered with scars.
Seeing this body, Qu Shang's eyes were gloomy, knowing that this young man must have been burning with lava before he crawled back from the edge of hell.
But, why didn't such a terrifying lava burn him to soot?
and many more!
Suddenly, Qu Shang's pupils shrank, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.
His sharp blade merely tore the opponent's clothes to pieces, but did not leave a scar on the opponent's body.
How can this be? !
call--
Mo Yuan breathed out slowly, a pair of eyes flashed with a strange light, and a vigorous momentum shook the horsetail behind him.
For a time, three thousand ink hairs fluttered, swaggering wildly behind them.
At the same time, his body exudes a gleam of light, passing through every scar, and this scar is quickly healed after the passing of the light, and it returns to a smooth appearance.