Chapter 2744: destruction

The ancestor Wan Mo used the surging blood power to tightly wrap the Hun Yuan Jin Dou.
The smell made Lu Yi feel dizzy, as if his soul was hit hard, even his movements were much slower.
"This old bastard's evil skills are so powerful!"
After Lu Yi cursed secretly, he slammed Xuanyuan sword with all his strength, but he couldn't resist the power of Hun Yuan Jin Dou.
"boom!"
Xuanyuan Sword came out and cut through the sky, and Lu Yi's deity was smashed and plunged into the sea of ​​fire, suffering from purgatory.
The blood evil power of the Tiansha Sect is at most absorbing some of the blood evil power, although evil sect still has a way to deal with it.
But this ancestor of Wanmo actually absorbed the primordial spirit together, and when the blood evil was rolling, it could hit the human soul even more.
Those strong men who had fallen before have all become his nourishment. The ancestor Wanmo is magnificent at this time, and he really has the power of the evil god.
"Wow!"
Lu Yi rushed out of the sea of ​​flames and stood for nine days again. Before the flames on his body had been extinguished, Lu Yi's body turned into a stream of light and bombarded towards the ancestor Wan Mo.
Wushuang fist hit three thousand six hundred punches.
But even so brave, when he encountered Hunyuan Jindou, he was completely suppressed.
Hunyuan Jin fights like a broken bamboo, but in the blink of an eye, Lu Yi's fist will be shattered.
When the fierce blood bombarded Lu Yi, Lu Yi was bombarded into the sea of ​​fire.
When he came out of the fire again, Lu Yi's clothes were completely ruined, and his skin was burned, giving birth to a pungent burnt smell.
"grass!"
After Lu Yi cursed secretly, the Ninth Turn Golden Body resolutely used it all while using his life space to heal his injuries.
The full-bodied vitality bathed the whole body and quickly recovered from the injury.
The ancestor Wan Mo's pupils flashed coldly, staring at the changes in Lu Yi's body, and said angrily: "Little beast, if you hadn't captured the Dragon Yuan that should belong to this seat, you would have already been turned into ashes."
Hearing this, Lu Yi sneered, leaning out his right hand and holding it in the void, Xuanyuan Sword returned to his hand, the sword intent ravaged the world, and the sharpness remained unabated.
Staring at the ancestor Wanmo with cold eyes, Lu Yi said in a deep voice, "When did the Dragon Race things belong to you? You are really shameless and shameless, if you were already ashamed."
"You can't beat this seat with sharp teeth. This seat only needs a finger to crush you." Ancestor Wan Mo was furious, and the chaotic golden bucket above the void gathered blood again, but he did not make a move. .
"Speaking of this kind of big talk, I am not afraid of my tongue flashing. The little master has just moved my muscles and bones. Your tickle power can't kill me."
This time, Lu Yi didn't rush to make a move, standing on the sea of ​​flames, keeping a certain distance from the ancestor Wanmo.
"Don't be crazy, little beast, I will send you on the road!"
"Really? Come here if you have the ability, I'll send you on the road first." Lu Yi remained motionless, staring at Ancestor Wan Mo.
The situation became tense, and after a long while, the ancestor Wan Mo still didn't make a move.
"Why? I'm afraid that the little master will cut your head with a sword, so I dare not make a move?" Lu Yi continued to provoke, and the ancestor Wan Mo just roared and didn't move.
The eyes of the sky pierced through the clouds and the fog, and his eyes fell on the top of the All Souls Sacred Mountain, with a smile drawn at the corner of Lu Yi's mouth.
"My feeling is right, this holy mountain does have a problem"
Lu Yi saw that in the center of the sacred mountain of all spirits, the power of blood evil appeared from below, and then through a strange formation, gathered on the mountain and poured into the body of the ancestor Wanmo.
According to Lu Yi's analysis, this old beast's evil deeds were not successful at all. If it were not for the imminent destruction of the Wanmo family, he would definitely not leave the customs early.
"This old thing can't leave the top of the mountain, it's my chance to kill him!" Lu Yi understood all this, and his fighting spirit was high.
"Chang!"
The sword sound was like a sky thunder, almost piercing the eardrum.
"Heavenly Sword Nine Types and Fifth Types, fill the sky!"
Lu Yi pierced out with a sword, and the world changed color.
The ancestor Wan Mo suddenly discovered that time seemed to be changed by some strange force, and it turned back quickly.
"Little beast, what are you doing!"
The ancestor Wan Mo realized that something was wrong and wanted to interrupt Lu Yi, but Hun Yuan Jin Dou was not under his control at all.
After time went back, the power generated by Hunyuan Jindou turned to the opposite bombardment.
What frightened the ancestor Wan Mo the most was that the power of blood evil in the holy mountain of all spirits was also flowing backwards, and the power of blood evil that had just gathered on the top of the mountain disappeared.
"Little beast, you..." The ancestor Wan Mo hadn't shouted angrily, and the powerful sword intent had already bombed.
Without Hunyuan Jindou, it is even more impossible to dodge and avoid, the ancestor Wanmo can only choose to hold on with his flesh.
"boom!"
Xuanyuan Sword was connected with both palms.
The frightening thing is that the ancestor Wan Mo actually blocked it.
Lu Yi wanted to take advantage of the victory, but it was difficult for him to advance by half a point.
"Little beast, go to hell!" Wan Mo slapped his backhand and patted Lu Yi's body.
puff!
Lu Yi flew out, vomiting blood in his mouth.
Lu Yi was bitter in his heart, and he couldn't imagine that after seeing the weakness of Wanmo Patriarch, he still couldn't kill him.
This old mess is really hard to deal with!
"Take me another sword!"
Lu Yi raised the Xuanyuan sword, made a strange sword move, and then shouted: "The sixth form of the nine forms of the sky sword, time and space are passing!"
Hum!
The space was trembling, and a strange time force suddenly appeared.
After the ancestor Wan Mo was fully alert, he found that the time this time was not going backwards, but passing faster.
"Little beast!" Old Ancestor Wan Mo shouted angrily, but it was too late to change his moves.
The power of the blood evil in the holy mountain, as time passed and accelerated, like a wave rushing in an instant, gathered towards the body of the ancestor Wanmo.
The ancestor Wan Mo's control of evil powers failed again, his face arose, and blood droplets escaped from the surface of his skin.
Before the ancestor Wan Mo suppressed this internal injury, a thousand-zhang sword light crashed down on his head.
"boom!"
The ancestor Wan Mo could only fight with his flesh palms, and at the same time he was bombarded with sword intent, he was even more furious.
"Old chop, how does it taste?"
"Little animal..." Before the ancestor Wan Mo had finished speaking, the sword intent swept over again.
The ancestor Wan Mo could only feel that the power of time was controlled by Lu Yi at will, making him unable to judge the next moment, whether time is going backwards or passing fast.
The two sword intents were alternately used, and seven thousand swords were cut out in a row. Although the ancestor Wanmo did not fall, he was also half-tired, and his injuries became more and more serious.
Lu Yi was also uncomfortable.
Every time he was blasted off by the ancestor Wanmo, his injuries would intensify, but he dared not give the old monster a little time to breathe, and continued to slash the Xuanyuan sword.
Just when Lu Yi was exhausted, the All Souls Sacred Mountain began to collapse without warning.
"boom!"
An inch of thunder swept across the thunder, the golden cudgel pulled the endless Buddha light, and under two heavy blows, the holy mountain of all souls was completely shattered.
"Good opportunity!" Lu Yi's eyes lit up, and after exhausting his last strength, he cut three hundred swords!
"boom!"
The holy mountain collapsed and the blood evil power was broken. After encountering these three hundred swords, the ancestor Wan Mo was already unable to resist.
"I'm not reconciled, I..."
puff!
Flesh and flesh fly, and body and spirit are destroyed.
The ancestor Wanmo, who had been famous for thousands of years, was cut under the sword by Lu Yi when he reached the summit half a step.
This also means that the aristocratic Wanmo family has been completely destroyed since today.