Chapter 1533

He didn't know what Mo tou was thinking, but he looked at him with some disappointment.

Tianjiao, who once oppressed a generation of people, is now just a wuzun.

On the contrary, he, who was an ordinary disciple, became an elder of a large sect today.

Nature makes people!

In fact, he didn't even dare to think that Mo Zifu was still alive. After all, after the disappearance of the cloud family one day, he once had many old forces with the cloud family and tried to find their old friends.

Many people have been found, but Mo Zifu is not among them.

Therefore, many people speculate that Mo Zifu, like many cloud family members, is missing or dead.

But he doesn't want to. Now that he's in the lower world, he sees this man again. Leikehua's heart is filled with emotion. He doesn't want to think about the affairs of the cloud family. Now that he's sure, he's Mo Zifu.

Then he just wants to play fair and square with each other.

Win, he is a step closer to the distant realm of the martial god, lose, ha ha, his heart is broken, maybe in this life, there is no hope to step into the martial saint.

"I wanted to fight you a long time ago. Today, I finally have a chance." After he was silent, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "God, open your eyes!"

Old Mo's head just turned his mouth and whispered:

"What's the big tail wolf? If I hadn't been forced to flee back to the lower world, it would be your turn to shout in front of me now?"

This is true.

It is not impossible for Mo Zifu to break through the martial saint and become a real giant.

Reke turned his old face red, embarrassed coughing, and then groan.

"Only the weak can make excuses. In any case, you only have the strength of wuzun, which is the fact."

Old Mo's head immediately flashed some gloom in his eyes. He laughed at himself and could not help but agree with his partner's words. Yes, he was just a martial arts master.

Even if he is a martial saint, he has already killed back to the upper world.

But he is only Wu Zun. Not long ago, he was just a king of Wu.

However, Mo quickly adjusted his mind and said with a smile, "you're right. The weak make excuses."

"So, if you lose in my hands, don't comfort yourself by saying that I'm Mo Zifu and you can't beat me, which is normal."

Mo Zifu has already become the past. Now he is just an old man who has lost his wife and has children.

But, even so, there was a flash of light in the old Mo leader.

Wusheng, right?

Even if he only has the strength of wuzun, killing a wusheng is like killing a chicken.

"Arrogance

Reykhwa's eyes are red. In a trance, he seems to see the young man again, laughing at the scene of countless young people in the upper world. Now he is very angry, and a big hand like a palm fan is shooting directly at Lao Mo's head.

He didn't use the supernatural power of heaven and earth, because he was self-confident and a great martial saint. Even if he didn't use the supernatural power of heaven and earth, he could beat a martial master.

However, the facts made him gape.

"Go away!"

Old Mo didn't do anything until Lei Kehua was about to rush in front of him. His face suddenly changed and he roared up to the sky.

In a flash, the black air rolled out of his body and gathered into a headless figure, standing behind him, surrounded by the black air.

As soon as he was startled, he backed away in a panic. He didn't bite his teeth until he was a hundred meters away. He vomited out a few words

"These are curses?"

He once asked someone to use the curse power to cover up Fang Zhenghua's memory, so he was even more afraid of this mysterious ancient power.

However, this is the first time that he has seen people use the power of curse in this way.

It is clear that in the upper world, even those who accidentally get some sorcery inheritance are afraid of this kind of power. They dare not use it easily and are deeply afraid of harming themselves.

At present, someone has integrated the power of curse into his own body. Isn't this guy afraid to harm himself?

In fact, even Monan didn't think of it.

Old Mo not only recovered, but also boldly controlled part of the power of the curse.

As the saying goes, a long illness makes a good doctor. I've been with curse for more than 20 years, and I've endured it for more than 20 years.

If we talk about the world's understanding of this power, even the upper world can not find anyone who knows the curse better than him.

After all, the inheritance of witchcraft has been cut off for a long time. Now, martial arts is the right way!

Old Mo didn't believe in evil, but he succeeded.

"Ha ha." Old Mo head relaxed a smile, be regarded as admit the conjecture of Lei Ke Hua.

Leikehua is at a loss. Even if this man is limited, he has only the strength of wuzun. Can't he help himself?

In this way, what is his effort and his heart?

With a pain in his heart, reykhwa wakes up in a flash. No, in this way, there may be problems in his mind. Of course, it's hard to break the mind of wusheng, but once there are problems, he will fall into two great realms... He can't afford the consequences“ Playing the devil, my Lei Lingli is the best to restrain you from these heresies... "With a roar, Lei Kehua's eyes glared like a copper bell. He gathered his Lingli from afar, and then pressed down with his palm. In an instant, the sky and earth changed color, and the strength of the martial saint was vividly displayed. The dark thunder cloud covered the sky in an instant. In a moment, an arm thick thunder and lightning struck Lao Mo's head. In the distance, Aunt Wang, a martial saint, was dragging on at will. Seeing this, she frowned and wanted to come to help. However, seeing that old Mo threw a reassuring look at her, she had to endure. Then, old Mo head back, do not show anger of light drink a: "cut!" Headless figure is the power of his curse, which is condensed according to the shape of an ancient god man. Interestingly, he has tried many methods, but only when he condensed the image of this god man, he succeeded. The giant holding the axe, suddenly the waist seems to open a crack, a silent roar, angry wield the axe. Black curse and Riley collide. The whole sky seemed to shake. After a while, the giant was still there, but the dark clouds that shrouded the world quietly retreated... Poof! Rick vomited out a mouthful of black blood, raised his hand to wipe his mouth, fixed his eyes on the bloodstain in his palm, and laughed bitterly. He lost, although he still had more to fight, but he concentrated his whole spiritual power on him. It was meaningless for him to stick to it. The person on the opposite side, even if only wuzun, was still the arrogant one who could beat the upper generation. And he, even though he has broken through the martial saint, still seems to have no difference from the muddled disciple of that year... Kacha. Like the sound of a broken glass mirror. At this moment, the Taoist heart of rakehua is damaged and his strength drops. He can't fly in the air any more, and then falls to the ground.