Chapter 3850: Mo Xueming's conspiracy!

Now, he has ascertained the specific location of Yantian Dragon God.
　　 As long as he goes back to tell Xuanyuan Moxie, his mission will be completed successfully.
　　 As for how to save people, how to deal with Ye Luoer and the Supreme Dragon Emperor, he doesn't need to worry about this.
　　 "As soon as possible! Delay one day, I will suffer one more day!"
　　 Yantian Dragon God gritted his teeth and urged again and again.
　　 "My lord, please bear with me."
　　 Sirius was unmoved, his body twisted like ripples, melted like silt, sank in the shadows, and disappeared instantly.
　　 This kind of stealth technique is simply unpredictable, unimaginable to the extreme.
　　 The death of Emperor Sogo at his hands is not wrong.
　　 "Damn it."
　　 The Yantian Dragon God saw that the Heavenly Wolf had really gone, and he had no choice but to continue to be patient and wait for the rescue by Xuanyuan Moxie.
　　 Wow!
　　 Outside the Nine Heavens Shenlong Hall, there is a shadow.
　　 The body of Sirius floated out like smoke.
　　 With sharp eyes, he looked at the direction of the Heavenly Dao Palace, and immediately flew away.
　　 "Lord Sirius, long time no see."
　　 He flew halfway, and suddenly, a deep voice suddenly sounded.
　　 I saw a man in a red robe, who appeared suddenly, blocking his way.
　　 "Mo Xueming, it's you!"
　　 Sirius was shocked when he saw this person's always calm face.
　　 This red robe man is exactly Mo Xueming!
　　 But at this time, Mo Xueming's body was hazy, a little illusory, and there were handfuls of flying swords around him, and each flying sword carried an ancient aura of grandeur.
　　 "You have practiced the 33 Heavens Hong Mongol Method, the God Sword Art of Killing Heaven?"
　　 Sirius' eyes shook violently.
　　 The flying swords surrounded by Mo Xueming's body all have an ancient scent of Hongmeng, obviously they are not ordinary flying swords.
　　 Sirius recognized it at a glance, this was the essence and blood flying sword refined by the Zhutian Divine Sword Art!
　　 There are 100,000 drops of blood throughout the body.
　　 And the Heaven-killing Divine Sword Art is the magical power of blood cultivation, refining all the blood of the whole body into flying swords, and each sword can cut the stars and destroy the moon and destroy the world.
　　 Looking at the appearance of Moxueming's flying swords, it is obvious that he has practiced the Divine Judgment Technique.
　　 "That's right, I have practiced the Divine Sword Art of Zhuotian, my body's vitality has changed, and I have evolved a hundred thousand flying swords."
　　 "My strength is advancing by leaps and bounds, and given time, it will be enough to contend against Xuanyuan Moxie."
　　 "What standing in front of you now is not my real body, but a clone of blood and blood."
　　 Mo Xueming smiled faintly, with a hint of arrogance between his brows.
　　 Before, although he was strong, he did not have the qualifications to compete against Xuanyuan Moxie.
　　 But now, after practicing the Divine Sword Art of Zhuotian, transforming in one step, and instantly against the sky, he is finally qualified to fight against Xuanyuan Moxie.
　　 Although it is impossible to defeat for the time being, Mo Xueming believes that he is absolutely qualified to crush Xuanyuan Moxie, and the only person who can really ascend to the upper realm is him.
　　 "The avatar of Qi and blood..."
　　 Sirius' heart trembled.
　　 There is no doubt that Mo Xueming has really transformed.
　　 trained into the Zhutian Divine Sword Art, his whole body morphed into essence and blood, and a drop of blood could evolve into his body, penetrate thousands of miles of void, and descend in front of him.
　　 "What do you want?"
　　 Sirius held the hilt tightly and asked intently.
　　 "Leave Xuanyuan Moxie and take refuge in me."
　　 Mo Xueming smiled and said.
　　 "Take refuge in you?"
　　 Sirius stared coldly: "You big traitor, in ancient times, you betrayed the Ye family and took refuge in an extraterritorial celestial demon. What are you worthy of asking me to take refuge in you?"
　　 In ancient times, Sirius was one of the ten most beasts and possessed a very noble identity.
　　 Back then, Mo Xueming took refuge in an extraterritorial demon. In front of him, he was a dog, without any dignity.
　　 "Hehe, Sir Sirius, time has changed. Now I am not what I used to be. I am the master of the Hall of Destiny. You will take refuge in me and will not humiliate your identity."
　　 Mo Xueming smiled faintly, he wanted to accept Sirius very much.
　　Because Sirius is the close attendant next to Xuanyuan Moxie.
　　If Sirius can be accommodated, he can place a top secret chess piece beside Xuanyuan Moxie!
　　 After the catastrophe comes, it will be much easier for the Underworld Palace to kill the Heavenly Path Palace.
　　 "The villain gets the best!"
　　 Sirius snorted: "At the beginning, if you didn't have the resources from the extraterrestrial demon, would you have the ability to develop to where you are today?"
　　 "You are a despicable villain, incomparable to Xuanyuan Moxie."
　　 "Master Xuanyuan, but relying on his own strength to forcibly create the Eternal Foundation, how can you compare with the two courtiers?"
　　 Listening to Sirius’ words, Mo Xueming was not angry, he still smiled, and said lightly:
　　 "My ambition is not something outsiders can understand. If you take refuge in me, you will naturally know in the future that the ambition in my heart is no worse than Xuanyuan Moxie."
　　 "Sorry, I have already returned to Master Xuanyuan. In this life, I will never betray!"
　　 Sirius arched his hands indifferently, his body turned into a phantom, and he was about to leave.
　　 "Sir Sirius, why do you need to leave?"
　　 Mo Xueming chuckled, waved his big hand, a dozen flying swords shot out, sizzling, with a white rainbow-like sword light, smashed, and actually chopped the surrounding void abruptly.
　　 Sirius wants to escape, but the void is broken, where can he escape?
　　 "What a fierce sword spirit!"
　　 Sirius' eyes were horrified, and Mo Xueming casually took a few swords and shattered the void. The power of this flying sword was simply terrifying.
　　 Under normal circumstances, it takes a huge amount of breath to perform the 33-day Mongolian method.
　　 But the Zhutian Divine Sword Art is very special.
　　Because of the Zhutian Divine Sword Art, all 100,000 drops of blood are refined into flying swords.
　　 In other words, there are a hundred thousand flying swords hung in the body!
　　 If you only use a dozen of them, you won’t lose too much breath.
　　 Now Mo Xueming, that's it.
　　 He only used a dozen flying swords, and the loss of his breath was almost negligible.
　　 is just a dozen flying swords. It is far from the point where ten thousand swords come out and one hundred thousand swords kill the sky, but it has crushed the void and shattered the law~EbookFREE.me~ This power is simply incredible!
　　 "Lord Sirius, you might as well go to the Hall of the Underworld with me first to see the general situation of the Hall of the Underworld, and then make a decision."
　　 Mo Xueming said with a smile.
　　 More than a dozen flying swords, like lightning, dragons and snakes, and demons, are spinning around Sirius.
　　 A cold sweat appeared on Sirius' forehead. He knew very well that if he dared to say "no", he would be cut to pieces by flying sword instantly.
　　 Each of these flying swords carries the aura of Hongmeng, which is not something he can resist.
　　 "Okay, I'll go and see with you."
　　 Sirius agreed in a deep voice.
　　 He is not Mo Xueming, he will not be a traitor.
　　 He has already taken refuge in Xuanyuan Moxie. In this life, he will not betray him.
　　 Even if he died, he couldn't betray.
　　 But now, he can't die.
　　Because, the news of the Yantian Dragon God, he has not sent it back!
　　 Now, Sirius can only delay time.
　　 As long as he finds a way to report a letter to Xuanyuan Moxie and complete his mission, he will not betray the Heavenly Dao Palace and turn to the Underworld Palace even if he dies by himself.
　　 This is his arrogance!