Chapter 1995: Witch Pharaoh

The ancient sword smashed the ice enchantment, its attack power continued unabated, and it continued to bombard the Tatar skeleton.
The speed of the ancient sword was too fast, and before the Tatar skeleton reacted, it exploded on the Tatar skeleton.
Kakaka ...
Under the bombardment of the ancient sword, cracks appeared immediately on the skeleton of the Tatar skeleton.
In a blink of an eye, the Tatar bones fell apart and turned into a pile of broken bones.
The battle on Mo Qingyun's side was over, and the battle on the other side of the seven green magpies was nearing completion.
The bones of the three tartars killed with the seven blues were all bitten by it and turned into piles of bone scum.
However, the situation of the old man Huang Feng was a little less optimistic and was suppressed by the skeletal skeleton.
Huang Feng, the old ghost, does not have a powerful weapon. When dealing with the sorrowful soul, it seems to be very disadvantaged.
"kill!"
After discovering the situation of the old Huang Feng, Mo Qingyun nodded to the seven green cymbals, saying that he would help the old Huang Feng.
Under the control of Mo Qingyun, the sixteen-handed ancient sword immediately formed a stegosaurus, which bombarded the Tatar skeleton.
When Mo Qingyun started, the seven blue crickets followed closely and opened his mouth to bite at another skeletal skeleton.
Kakaka ...
Faced with Mo Qingyun's shot, the two skeletal skeletons fighting Huang Fenglao were immediately shattered.
Seeing Mo Qingyun's help, Huang Feng's old ghost made a shameful expression, and said, "The subordinates are incompetent, and it is a drag to become the master."
"Anyway, don't blame yourself!"
Mo Qingyun waved his hand without any dissatisfaction, comforting Huang Feng Lao Gui: "This matter is not to blame, because you do not have a powerful weapon, when you deal with the skeletal skeleton, you are restrained by its magical powers. This is also normal. "
After hearing the words, Huang Feng's eyes brightened, and his face looked up.
Listening to what Mo Qingyun meant, it seemed that he would be given a powerful weapon to enhance his combat effectiveness.
Under the expectation of the old man of Huang Feng, Mo Qingyun took out several weapons and said, "In the secret library of the Anti-Immortal Alliance, I got a few good sacred artifacts, you two to pick them."
The several holy artifacts taken out by Mo Qingyun were a spear, a pair of tomahawks, a long knife, and a pair of parting hooks.
"Master, this pair of Lieyang Haoyue is parting from the hook, which is very suitable for their subordinates."
Looking at the parting hook in front of his eyes, the old ghost of Huang Feng immediately lit his eyes, and his favorite expression appeared on his face.
Hearing the words of Huang Feng, Mo Qingyun picked up the parting hook and handed it to the old ghost of Huang Feng, saying: "Since you see the parting hook, then I will give you the parting hook, as soon as possible Refine it, and you need to fight for it next. "
"Yes!"
Hearing Mo Qingyun's words, the old ghost of Huang Feng immediately gave a happy expression, took over the parting hook and began to refine.
When the old ghost of Huang Feng chose to leave the hook, the seven young men looked at a pair of tomahawks and said, "Master, this pair of Shura ghost axe is very suitable for use. If I refine the Shura ghost axe, even if I met the strong man in the sacred realm, and I was 50% sure to chop him under the axe. "
"In this case, the pair of tomahawks will be given to you, and it will be refined as fast as possible."
Seeing that the seven aunts chose the battle axe, Mo Qingyun picked up the Shulu ghost axe and handed it to the seven aunts.
After the two selected their weapons, Mo Qingyun reclaimed the remaining holy artifacts into the continent.
In order to save time on the road, Mo Qingyun sent seven green cymbals to the land of creation, and let them refine weapons in the land of creation.
"Everything is dealt with, it's time to continue."
Given seven weapons for two young men, Mo Qingyun no longer delays, ready to go deep into the mysterious realm alone.
When Mo Qingyun was about to leave, a pleasant voice came into his mind, and said, "Master, I sense the sultry breath, have you entered the ancestor's tomb?"
This is the voice of the emperor.
Hearing the voice of the Emperor Tian, ​​the expression of Mo Qingyun moved with a surprised expression. He secretly said: "I forgot the Emperor Tian. She is the emperor of the Tatar people, and she should deal with the skeleton of the Tatar people. Method."
With such an idea in mind, Mo Qingyun summoned the Emperor Tun Tian and asked her to assist her in combat.
When Emperor Tun Tian was summoned, she showed a surprised expression and looked around quickly.
"here is……"
The emperor swallowed the tail of the fish, flew around, and said, "This is the cave of the ancestors of the witch and pharaohs. It turned out that the witch and pharaohs left the ethnic group and kept hiding near the ethnic group. No wonder the ethnic group was one after another. Missing. "
At this moment, a doubt in the heart of the emperor Tian Tian seems to have a clear answer.
"Witch Pharaoh? This is the Dongfu of the Tatar ancestors?"
When hearing the words of the emperor swallowing the sky, Mo Qingyun couldn't help but a shocked expression, and his heart rose with disappointment.
This is the Dongfu ancestor's ancestral cave house, isn't there no blood of basalt? He is not tantamount to running away for nothing.
Seeing the change in Mo Qingyun's expression, the emperor swallowed up his thoughts and said busyly: "Master, you don't have to worry, the ancestor of the Witch Pharaoh is the super genius of my tribe. Xuanwu is a mount. If this is his Dongfu, he should have basalt blood. "
"hope so!"
After listening to the story of the emperor, the expression of Mo Qingyun improved, but he still had some concerns.
After all, Dongfu, a puppet witch and pharaoh's ancestor, is not a pure basalt family.
"Let's go."
Mo Qingyun groaned for a while, then he explained to the Emperor Tiantian, and continued to explore the mysterious realm of Xuanwu.
Hearing Mo Qingyun's words, the emperor swallowing the sky did not leave immediately, but instead groaned to Mo Qingyun: "Master, these tartar bones contain pure tartar thoughts, which is very helpful for my strength recovery. Wait for me to devour them all. "
When the words of the Emperor of Heaven swallowed down, she displayed magical powers and devoured the surrounding skeletal bones.
Devouring the skeletal bones of the surrounding people, the emperor swallowed a tail of fish and followed Mo Qingyun to fly forward.
As Mo Qingyun kept moving forward, an unexpected scene appeared in his sight.
Inside the basaltic mystery, a huge battlefield appeared, with many basaltic and tartar bones.
Looking at this battle scene, it should be that they have gone through battles, and many basalts and tartars died here.
Unfortunately, these dead basalts are not real basalts, they are just some relics of basalts.
Most importantly, there is no trace of blood in these basalt bones.
In this regard, Mo Qingyun felt very sorry, and his disappointment became stronger.
"Well, in another section of the battlefield, it seems to be connected to a secret place."
Mo Qingyun glanced at the battlefield, his eyes brightened, and he made an unexpected discovery.
Immediately, Mo Qingyun moved to the other end of the battlefield.
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