The void is constantly twisting, and the space for movement is being infinitely compressed.
The gray-haired old man was terrifyingly powerful. Sitting on the ground, he could control the entire sky and crush the void!
"The power of heaven and earth, bless my body!" Mo Que did not dare to hesitate, attracting the power of heaven and earth to enter his body.
The next moment, he condensed the vitality transformed from the power of heaven and earth into a dazzling sun, blasting forward to shatter the sealed space.
"Ignorance!" The gray-haired old man said coldly with a formidable gaze.
I saw that when the scorching sun that Mo Que sacrificed hit the twisted void, it was also twisted along with it. Not only could it not be broken, but it was about to be swallowed up by the power of space.
"In the realm of a false king, you are still a false king. In front of the true king, you are no different from an ant!" The gray-haired old man said in a cold voice with no expression on his face.
Seeing that the surrounding void was distorted, Mo Que's body was also under tremendous pressure at this moment, being squeezed by the distorted space until blood oozed all over his body and his bones were broken.
"I just want to know why the Immortal Alliance destroyed martial arts back then!" He fought hard, running the inner magic of the sun like crazy, and gritted his teeth and asked.
"Martial arts collude with foreign enemies, they are sinners in hundreds of states and should be punished!" The gray-haired old man did not shy away and said bluntly: "You should not choose this path, let alone try to make martial arts reappear in the world with your own efforts!"
"I don't believe it!" Mo Que's eyes were bleeding and he roared: "Just based on your words, can you convict martial arts? Can you destroy the entire martial arts?"
"The Immortal Alliance is the Holy Land of the Hundred States, the supreme one!" The gray-haired old man said expressionlessly: "If there was someone in the alliance who wanted to save your life because of the blood in your body, as early as when you participated in the fight for the title as a martial artist
, it has been obliterated!"
"Otherwise, with just your own strength, do you really think you can reopen the martial arts hall and resume martial arts?"
Today, Mo Que also knows many things.
People in the Immortal Alliance can be roughly divided into three types.
One type is those who resolutely cannot tolerate martial arts and want to completely obliterate martial arts, such as the old man in front of him and Luo Hanyu, one of the top ten evildoers.
The other is to keep him and use the ancestral blood in his body to achieve Mo Shang's achievement and awaken Mo Shang's ancestral blood.
Another way is to keep him and let him compete with Mo Shang, so that in the end the winner will be left between the two.
Although Mo Que didn't know the significance of the Mo family's ancestral blood, the Immortal Alliance seemed to attach great importance to it, which was why they allowed him to compete for the title in martial arts and watched him reopen the martial arts palace.
Originally, it was the latter two types of people who restrained him, and those who did not tolerate martial arts never took action against Mo Que.
But when Mo Que reached the top of the martial arts stage, these people could no longer sit still and vowed to get rid of Mo Que.
Therefore, when Mo Que left the Immortal Alliance and came to the border of Baizhou for training, those who wanted to get rid of him had their chance.
"People who practice martial arts commit extremely evil crimes. This path is destined to be broken, and no one can continue it!" As the gray-haired old man shouted angrily, the power of the twisted space kept crushing Mo Que's martial body.
Seeing that Mo Que was covered in blood and had many bones broken, suddenly, the red phoenix flew out of his body, vibrating his wings.
"Buzz!"
The void shook, and a strange wave appeared in the wings of the red phoenix, causing the distorted space to temporarily freeze and return to normal.
"Whoa!"
Taking this opportunity, Mo Que took the Star Step, finally broke out of the blocked space, and flew quickly towards the Martial Monument.
"You actually broke my space method?" The gray-haired old man's face changed slightly. Looking at Chi Huang who was following Mo Que, his expression changed sharply.
"You can't go!" He stood up, a step out, the space rippled, and at a amazing speed, he couldn't pursue it.
"Um?"
However, just a few steps after walking out, the old -haired old man stopped and looked at the giant monument in front of him, revealing different colors.
"My law will be affected here!" The old man found that the method of his space was greatly reduced after a certain distance close to the martial arts.
It's as if this monument cannot exist in other laws.
"The more powerful people are rumored, the more dangerous to this monument, the more those who are weak will not be affected. Is it true?"
In retrospect, there were only a few young people who could bombard the monument at will, but as a real king, he was affected. The face of the old gray hair changed again.
He was closer to Wubei, and immediately felt that his law was more difficult to perform here.
"Above the realm of the true king, close to this monument, there will be a lot of danger!"
The more powerful people, the more dependence on Xiuwei.
If he continues to be close to the monument, it is equivalent to the loss of the practice. This is a very unwise choice.
After a moment of chanting, the old man with gray hair retreated, took out the jade rune, and said: "No injuries, fled to the monument, let the disciples below the realm of the true king, then be able to kill!"
After the news came out, he looked back at the monument, and then turned around, so far away.
"The gap between the realm and the realm of the pseudo -king is bigger than I thought!" Mo Que came to the monument, and saw that the old man didn't chase it, so he sat down in place and started healing.
Fortunately, he now has a certain understanding of the impermanence of the Phoenix. With this method, the injuries on his body began to recover quickly.
"Among the fairy alliances, there are no people who can't tolerate the martial arts. Now even the true king has dispatched, I must improve my strength as soon as possible to protect myself!"
While healing, Mo Que sank the consciousness into the world in the picture.
In the picture, there are the suffocation of the spirit of war, the process of Linlei and the phoenix feathers, as well as the emperor's qi from Yanzhou, and the shape of the huge phoenix bird.
In the lack of the body, one party opened the three -foot world, and the Zi Emperor left an emperor's chaos.
These things can help Mo Que to improve their strength. He groaned for a moment and decided to try to cultivate the wars of the Xuan Xuan.
Luo Hanyu, who had previously shot him, has also become a war of war. I am afraid that other young demon in the fairy alliance will not be under this woman.
"I need to improve my strength in the shortest time!" Mo Qian Yi's thoughts, the time of the world in the figure quickly flowed quickly.
His idea sinks in the picture, and he was recorded by him in the picture.
Fortunately, practice warfare is the idea, not the body.
Otherwise, the world in the picture is all illusory, even if he can let time flow quickly, and it cannot affect his body.
In this way, Mo Que is almost crazy. In the world in the picture, he constantly refine his consciousness with suffocation.
During this time, he opened his eyes a few times, crazy, and was forced to be crazy by that amazing breath. He could only vent.
After a few times crazy, he opened his eyes again, a pair of red eyes, full of killing.
"Mo Que, come out to die!"
The young disciples chased by Xianmeng, appearing before the monument.