"Although Mo Lin is strong and the Yunfeng Sword Formation is powerful, we will always forget our hands at our waiting time. It won't take long to go, the Yuanwu Continent will be the world of my Demon Sect again."
"Take a move, kill Mo Lin, kill all the righteous warriors, no one left!"
The two soul-devouring elders let out a strange cry, and dark smoke and mist burst out from their bodies at the same time, covering the sky and the demonic energy rose. Under the leadership of the two, the other six powerful men in the king realm also used their specialty martial arts.
Below, the virtual realm warriors of the four demon sects who were fused with disciples of the Demon Yuan Sect also gathered their energy and attacked the Yunfeng Sword Formation with golden light.
The battle finally triggered again at this moment.
"Our generations must kill demons and destroy evil spirits. Replace Yuanwu with a bright world."
Mo Lin swept his eyes coldly through the eight people one by one, and his aura also rose to the extreme.
In normal times, how dare I be arrogant in front of him in the early stages of the kingdom, but now the situation is better than others.
With the two soul-devouring elders who are in tune with each other, their combat power is almost as good as the level of a mid-stage warrior in the king realm. In addition, the Rakshasa Sect, Hell Gate, and the Eclipse Valley Three Sects are six people, which is equivalent to Mo Lin facing a king alone.
In the middle stage of the realm and the early stage of the six kings, even if he stepped into the late stage with half his foot, he would have a very small chance of winning against so many powerful people.
In other words, it would be great to be able to protect yourself.
However, seeing the Yuanli attacks flashing with various colors of light in front of us and the scattered demonic energy coming back, the coldness in Mo Lin's eyes became even more intense.
He looked around the eight king-level masters who surrounded him, and his deep pupils suddenly sank.
As if he had made up his strong determination, Mo Lin flipped his palm and a pill with red and golden light was swallowed by him in an instant.
"Um?"
"What did Old Man Mo take?"
"It seems that the pill is extraordinary..."
Several demon sect kings made a surprise sound. There was no doubt that Mo Lin would definitely not be an ordinary thing at this time, but they could not stop him.
"Let's do it, two fists can't beat four hands, let alone we have as many as sixteen hands. Although Old Man Mo is strong, he can't escape death today."
The old demon of Yinhun made a stern sound from his mouth. As his palms danced, he led the black air flow all over the sky, and attacked Mo Lin with a powerful blow from Yanghun.
For some reason, after seeing Mo Lin's strange behavior of swallowing the pill just now, Yin Hun's heart actually had an extremely unknown premonition, as if something dangerous was about to happen.
He is the master of spiritual power and is the most sensitive to the spirit, so he dare not continue to delay. He led all the powerful men in the king realm to launch a comprehensive attack on Mo Lin.
The eight king realms have a full-strength attack, even the real martial king in the late stage, can only retreat.
However, Mo Lin, who was besieged by so many powerful men in the king realm, closed his eyes at this moment.
His body shook slightly. Just as the eight Yuan powers of various colors were about to reach his body, a red and golden light spewed out of Mo Lin's mouth, heading straight to the extreme of the sky, dispersing the demon clouds, and shining like the sun.
There were still bursts of strange and vast pressure in the light, which slowed down the attacks of the eight people who were besieging him.
A shock appeared above their faces at this moment.
"What's going on?"
"Why did my Yuanli suddenly get blocked?"
"Even the operation has been slowed down..."
At the same time, deep doubts emerged in the hearts of the eight demon sect kings. Under the golden light above Mo Lin's head, the eight people became slower at this moment, whether they were the energy of the energy they stimulated or the figures that attacked the past.
While their figures slowed down, their faces became even more weird.
Because these elders of the Demon Sect saw two golden wings stretching out from Mo Lin's back, a golden mark appeared in the middle of his forehead. At the same time, an ancient wild aura filled with the golden color.
The vitality storm surged, sweeping the entire audience with Mo Lin as the center.
The majestic golden energy storm directly blew away the attacks launched by the eight people.
The figures that flew over like lightning were also blown away, and the two soul-devouring elders who were too close were even shook back.
Under the stirring of the golden primordial storm, the original high-speed Yuan power in the body seemed to have been hindered to a certain extent. Many warriors in the virtual realm of the Demon Sect below were even more upset, their steps were empty, and their attack momentum was suddenly unfolding.
A lot weakened.
This is secondary.
What made the Eight Kings Realms of the Demon Sect dumb as if they were as stupid as a chicken was that the golden mark on Mo Lin's forehead was still flashing.
Every golden light flashed, Mo Lin's aura fluctuated soared. In a few blinks, he gradually climbed from the peak of the middle stage of the king realm to the later stage. The amazing aura burst out made no sound.
People can get close.
The golden wings displayed behind him became increasingly huge, and the illusory wings became as thick and solemn as the substance.
"How is it possible? Late stage of the King Realm?"
"This...is this?"
The eight elders of the Demon Sect's kingdom all showed a frightened face and their bodies trembled slightly.
Now the aura emitted by Mo Lin is infinitely close to the late stage of King Wu. With their eight early stages of the kingdom, even if they have the advantage of numbers, they no longer have any advantage in real combat power compared to Mo Lin.
And looking at Mo Lin's appearance, it seems that it is not just a simple improvement in his cultivation.
"Ahhhh!"
Mo Lin, the third elder of the Tianji Palace, suddenly showed an extremely painful expression on his face, and his muscles were twisted, causing him to burst into a long roar to look up to the sky. His eyes were closed, and his forehead was filled with sweat, but he could not flow.
It was evaporated by the golden flames.
"boom!"
The Yuan power on Mo Lin's body suddenly shook, and a red and golden light rose into the sky, dispelling the black fog and demonic energy that had originally spread between the world.
At the same time, the aura of the Yuanli on his body broke through to the late stage of King Wu, and the powerful and domineering Yuanli fluctuated around him. At this moment, the Yuanli of the heaven and earth around him became faintly boiling.
Feeling the fierce aura displayed, the eight people of the Demon Sect looked extremely ugly.
I thought that with Bad 1, under such a luxurious lineup, it was more than enough to suppress Tianji Palace, but this kind of change happened.
In the late stage of King Wu, this realm exceeded the scope of their ability to fight the enemy, and the number of people seemed to become less important at this time.
If you are strong to a certain level, you can completely defeat them one by one.
Mo Lin's full-strength attack power could not be taken alone. Perhaps the two soul-devouring elders could help each other and could hardly resist it. If the others were caught by Mo Lin, there would be only two results - non-death
Instant injury.
As the golden wings behind Mo Lin became more and more huge and real, golden light also emanated from his body, and golden scales grew, like a layer of dense dragon scales covered with dense layers. The ends of the golden wings also grew one after another.
The dragon thorn, a vast dragon power swept across the audience, and severely suppressed the hearts of every warrior.
Even Ning Chen and Liang Jiuzhou and other disciples from the Tianji Palace could not escape. Some of the weak realm warriors even felt unable to breathe, their vitality was not smooth, and their strength was only seven or eight out of ten.
Elder Ning Chen, located at the front of the sword formation, had his body's Yuan power flashed, and his hands formed a magic seal and continued to dance, forming an Yuan power shield, slowly protecting it around the Tianji Palace, weakening the dragon power of Mo Lin's body.
The impact it brings to the warriors in the virtual realm.