A few days later.
Deep in the Great Wilderness Mountains, above the Nine Heavens.
Mo Chengjun looked at the visitor, bowed his hands and asked, "Long Jun, do you want to see me?"
"yes!"
Zhulonglongjun was still wearing the Nine Dragons uniform and came in the light. When he saw the person coming, he took a breath and said: "Don't talk nonsense first, fight with me before talking about anything else!"
After speaking, he revealed his true form and rushed forward.
Roar, roar, roar...
A five-clawed golden dragon loomed in the clouds and mist, accompanied by wind and rain, and the thunder flashed and extinguished, bringing a pressure as if it would destroy the world.
At a certain moment, his body twisted and twisted, and he reached out with one hand and made a stroke in the air.
Then, a sky-covering dragon claw fell from the sky. The scales on it were clearly visible. When it fell, it seemed to crush the space in the palm.
——True Dragon Claw Hand!
Zhulong Longjun's attack was a bit sudden, but Mo Chengjun had been prepared for it. Under the dragon's claws, the golden body of merit emitted a divine light.
His head was slightly raised, and his face was half compassionate, as if he pitied all living beings; half was ruthless, as if the Supreme Being had forgotten his feelings.
Looking at the dragon-clawed hand that was getting closer, he just opened his mouth slightly and spit out his natal sword.
As a result, the world fell and darkness existed forever, but a ray of light separated heaven and earth.
——The great magical power of swordsmanship, Jianyi!
With just this sword, the Sky-Zealing Dragon Claw was split into two halves, even seeming to split the golden dragon in the mist together.
But he saw the five-clawed golden dragon twisting around to avoid the edge of the sword. As soon as he straightened up, the huge dragon head poked out from the clouds and mist. When he opened his mouth, a dazzling divine light descended into the world.
It is said to be divine light, but it is actually the breath of a real dragon. The huge light pillar is wrapped in blazing high temperature, and it seems to be able to evaporate everything in the world.
Along the way, the space was penetrated into pieces of nothingness.
Mo Chengjun's eyes were even more ruthless. He stretched out his hand and saw black clouds rolling, thunder exploding, and hundreds of tribulation thunder falling from the sky, like a spreading waterfall, lighting up time and smashing into the dragon's breath.
There were dozens of breaths, and there was no other noise in time. All that could be seen was high temperature and thunder and lightning.
Sometimes you take advantage, sometimes I am stronger, until in the end, the thunder is annihilated, the dragon's breath dries up, everything becomes empty, there are only shock waves emptying outwards, and the seemingly eternal nothingness at the collision point.
Even the five-clawed golden dragon did not want to touch this void, so he turned around again, as if teleporting. The wind stopped and the rain stopped, and the clouds and mist shrank into a ball, as if he was going to the distance.
But a golden dragon's tail had already crossed an unknown distance and stood between heaven and earth.
The dragon scales moved rhythmically, as if the blades of the blades were standing up, glowing with cold light.
The dragon's tail was stretched straight, like a huge pillar holding up the sky, and it smashed down brazenly.
Mo Chengjun remained the same, standing where he was, as if he didn't realize it, but at some point, the natal flying sword had fallen back, fell into his hand, and turned into a sword more than three feet long.
And he held the hilt of the sword, and the sword light extended to a hundred feet, a thousand feet, ten thousand feet, and then swung it out from bottom to top.
When this sword is raised, he is like an old soldier guarding an isolated city. Although his clothes and armor are in tatters and his hair is white, his eyes are firm and he has no regrets after nine deaths.
Wherever the sword fell, it was like blood staining the yellow sand, the city towers were broken, and the battlefield was filled with endless killings.
The end of this sword is like a general returning from a hundred battles with honor.
This sword, sword power, sword intent, and sword techniques are all integrated into one. Even the old master would praise it. It is the masterpiece of Mo Chengjun's swordsmanship.
But under this sword, the sky and the earth turned pale, and the world became dim. Only the dragon tail holding up the sky quickly retracted, and it could be seen that the dragon's scales were broken and its blood was dark yellow.
Faintly, there was still the painful roar of the Dragon Lord, but this sound also turned into a spell, making the dragon's blood boil, turning into a raging torrent, sweeping down.
On the top of the torrent, pieces of broken dragon scales turned into sword edges, tearing apart the space, like a long river flowing down from the sky, unstoppable.
Mo Chengjun narrowed his eyes slightly, but still did not move his body. He just threw out the flying sword in his hand and turned into a rainbow again.
After going around a few times, I saw that one flying sword turned into three, three turned into six, six turned into nine, and nine turned into infinity...
In the next second, the endless swords flew away in the air, like a long river of water column emerging from the ground, hitting the ninth level of the sky.
As a result, there was a dark yellow and a bright river between the sky and the earth, and the two long rivers were constantly colliding, entangled, strangled, and biting...
Until the end, we die together!
Later, Lord Zhulong used the method of wind and rain, and the wind and rain in the world turned into ice, seeming to freeze everything in the world.
Mo Chengjun breathed out flames, and the true fire of samadhi burned the sky, turning ice into rising water vapor clouds and mist, filling the heaven and earth.
Zhulong Longjun transformed into a human form again and used the method of cloud and mist to make a surprise attack. In just a moment, he was in front of Mo Chengjun and punched him on the head. He actually used a martial arts hand-to-hand combat technique.
In fact, the True Dragon Clan has no real shortcomings. They are proficient in magic, have magical powers, are talented, and can do great things.
What's more, the body of a true dragon is extremely powerful, far superior to that of a mortal martial saint. With this punch, layers of energy exploded, causing the space to shake.
Just this punch shows his profound martial arts attainments.
Of course, they don't call it martial arts, but real dragon fighting skills!
It's a pity that he met Mo Chengjun!
Mo Chengjun, who had been expressionless from beginning to end, had a hint of a smile on his face at this moment, but when he looked at it again, it was completely gone.
Then, the same pair of fists came forward, hitting him with almost the same violence, refusing to give in.
At the same time, energy and blood smoke rose up from his body and shot straight into the sky. He was actually no weaker than Lord Zhulonglong.
As a result, in less than a hundred breaths, the two sides exchanged punches and kicks at least thousands of times.
When they separated again, Mo Chengjun's meritorious golden body was already damaged, but Zhulonglongjun also covered his face with anger in his eyes.
Because Mo Chengjun was specifically targeting his face. If he let it go now, it would definitely become so swollen that even his mother wouldn't recognize it.
This made him so angry that he finally threw out a magic weapon in the shape of a copper bell.
This copper bell magic weapon is golden in color, as if it were made of fine gold. It is also engraved with the pattern of a group of dragons fighting fiercely. It is constantly rotating in the air with the infusion of demonic power.
Amidst the vibrating sound of "buzzing", a powerful force descended from the sky, seeming to suppress all the disobedience in the world. Even those as strong as Mo Chengjun were unable to move under this strong force.
But like the most unyielding fighter, he directly exerted all his strength, his muscles grew explosively, and he punched away the magic weapon.
Zhulong Longjun threw out another abstract 'doll', threw it in the air, and shot it with a small arrow.
Mo Chengjun waved his backhand, and the spiritual energy around him was completely emptied, forming a spiritual void.
The strange fluctuations passed by with the power that could make the spirit machine decay, but it was swallowed up by the spirit machine hole.
Until this moment, Lord Zhulong finally no longer stayed behind. He used his best magical power, the method of time.
Either accelerating, or decelerating, or going back in time, or time freezing, or regional time aging...
Various magical means combined with magical killing powers pushed this battle to a climax.
Compared with the method of time, the magical power of space itself has its own killing power. Just a tear in space can do countless tricks.
What's more, Mo Chengjun is also proficient in space shuttle, space folding, space distortion, space closing and other great magical powers.
It should be said that both sides fought fiercely and with restraint in this battle.
It is said that they are fierce because both sides use almost every possible means, including magical powers and hand-to-hand combat. As long as they are good at it, they will not hide anything.
As long as the opponent is weaker, he really can't even catch a magical power, and he doesn't know how to die.
It can be said that it is restrained, and the whole process of fighting is as if it has been agreed that if you don't use the way of time first, I will not use the magical power of space.
It wasn't until a certain moment when both parties couldn't bear it anymore that they showed off to their fullest.
It can be said that this battle is full of trials and demonstrations!
That is to test the other party's details and look for weaknesses; but also to show your own methods and let the other party see your own growth.
In a sense, for a powerful immortal, thirty or forty years is not a long time. It is unrealistic to say how far it can really grow!
But for Mo Chengjun and Zhulong Longjun, they clearly felt each other's growth. Of course, it was not only the improvement of their realm, but also the substantial increase in their methods and fighting skills.
Of course, the fight between the two of them, even if it was just a test, the aftermath alone caused the land with a radius of thousands of miles to feel as if it had suffered the most terrible damage.
There are potholes and bottomless cracks everywhere. The trees are easily broken. The entire earth is about to be turned over, and magma and swamp gas are erupting in some places.
At a glance, it looks like ruins!
If you accidentally get involved in their fighting skills, no matter whether you are a monster, an immortal cultivator, or a jackal, tiger or leopard, you will definitely die.
Of course, you thought that only the earth could bear their wrath?
No, the sky is even more miserable. There are broken spaces everywhere, torn sword marks, smashed nothingness, rising mushroom clouds...
It’s as miserable as it gets!
Anyway, for a long time, this place has been the Jedi. Don't let any other living creatures enter, otherwise you will die without knowing how!
And this battle lasted from day to night, from when the sun was in the sky to when the sky was filled with stars.
When the moon with a missing corner hung in the sky, shedding a stream of moonlight that seemed to be real, the two parties finally stopped with a tacit understanding.
As time passed, the aftermath of the fight finally dissipated. When everything returned to silence, the two figures in the void finally began to approach.
At this moment, both Mo Chengjun and Zhulonglongjun looked a little embarrassed. Both sides were covered in injuries, but they were using their own methods to recover quickly.
Mo Chengjun replenishes his magic power and repairs his meritorious body, while Zhulonglongjun can turn back time and restore everything to the original state.
Until he got closer, Mo Chengjun looked at the Zhulong Dragon Lord and finally said: "Why, this battle was so smooth?"
Zhulong Longjun raised his head slightly, exhaled, as if to vent the depression in his heart, and roared loudly with a hoarse voice: "It feels good!"
When he lowered his head again, he looked at Mo Chengjun and complained as if he couldn't help it: "You don't know how I have lived these past ten years?"
Mo Chengjun narrowed his eyes slightly and said as if joking: "It seems that the real demon is really difficult to deal with?"
Zhu Longlongjun opened his mouth to complain, but when the words came out, he suppressed them again.
After a slight pause, he said: "The real demon used the method of reincarnation to enter this world. His body is like a baby, and his magic power has not returned to its peak. After I got the news, I thought about taking advantage of his illness to kill him!
So, I led people to pursue and besiege him for a full eighteen years. I trapped him in one place seven times, but he escaped by various strange means.
It also allowed him to complete the cultivation of the inner demon and spread it throughout the world, causing a catastrophe! "
The more he talked, the uglier Zhulonglong's face became, and Mo Chengjun was a little frightened when he heard it.
Regardless of the identity of Zhulong Longjun, his strength is definitely something Mo Chengjun has never seen in his life.
The two of them can fight to a draw, but in fact, most of them still have concerns and are unwilling to risk their lives.
But there is such an existence, and after chasing the real demon for more than ten years, there is actually nothing?
This was a bit unbelievable to him!
After a pause, Mo Chengjun said, "Can you elaborate?"
Zhu Longlong seemed to be waiting for this sentence and said: "Yes!"
…
After a moment, a long white cloud spread in all directions, occupying several acres of void.
Above the white clouds, the sycamore tree showed its shape, spreading a faint light and illuminating all directions. Under the tree, there was a coffee table and two chairs.
Perhaps after venting his anger, Lord Zhulong finally returned to his 'normal' state, returning to his cold and aloof attitude as before, and kept talking about everything.
As for Mo Chengjun, he listened carefully without resting his hands.
On the coffee table, boiling water was boiling in a small red clay stove, while he was slowly doing the work of washing and making tea, with an indescribable elegance in his demeanor.
After a while, the aroma of tea started to rise from the two cups. Mo Chengjun pushed one cup in front of Zhulong Longjun, while he picked up the other cup and put it on the tip of his nose, gently smelling the aroma of tea.
Zhu Longlongjun also picked up one and took a sip with an expression of enjoyment.
Tea, of course, is good tea, but Mo Chengjun actually has no interest in tasting tea. What is tumbling in his mind is what Zhu Longlong just said.
It was also this time that Mo Chengjun realized that the true demon's body was actually not suitable for the environment of this world, so he had to use some means to get here.
The 'method of reincarnation' is one of them. The advantage is that it hardly damages the soul and foundation of the real demon, and it can be done quietly without causing any big noise.
But the shortcomings are also obvious, and it needs to be put into the mother's womb and conceived again.
Among them, the period from birth to the time when he is freed from the mystery of the womb is his most vulnerable stage, and any mortal can kill him.
Of course, even if the mystery of the womb is solved, it will still take some time for his strength to recover.
After Zhulong Longjun issued the "Devil Slaying Order", he began to organize the encirclement and suppression of the demon.
The Demon Kingdom, the Butian Sect, and the Shui Tribe all moved under the orders, and then, within a very short period of time, they got a piece of news.
He learned from the mouth of a demon fairy from the Infernal Demon Kingdom that the real demon outside was in the state of a baby that day.
Zhulonglongjun was also a decisive person. When he saw that the opponent's strength had not been fully recovered, he almost did not hesitate to gather a few strong men and wanted to attack Huanglong directly.
They rushed directly into the Infinite Demonic Kingdom, and with their absolute power, they indeed broke into Xiaoleiyin Temple, killing them in rivers of blood.
But the problem is that the real demon outside that day was also a smart person. He arranged a secret trick early and escaped.
Lord Zhulong was not willing to fail, so he followed the clues and pursued them for eighteen years.
In the past eighteen years, they can be said to have been like a man who has gone from poverty to poverty. He has resorted to almost every possible means to pursue his crimes. Seven times, they almost brought the real demon outside that day to justice.
But in the end it was all a matter of one move!
The real demon outside that day has the magical power to make clones look like real ones. The spawned sub-body is not only exactly the same as the main body, but also has completely consistent aura and soul fluctuations, and even has nearly 80% of the magical power of the main body.
Many times, Zhulong Longjun thought he had succeeded, but found that he had only killed the offspring.
In addition, he also has the means to confuse people's hearts and can control others for his own use in a very short period of time.
The so-called inner demon seems to be derived from this method.
After sorting out his thoughts, Mo Chengjun put down the tea cup, raised his head, looked at Zhulong Longjun, and asked: "Since you have been pursuing it for eighteen years, why did you give up again?"
Zhu Longlongjun's expression froze, and his face became more and more ugly.
Mo Chengjun nodded and said: "Understood, that is to say, after chasing for eighteen years, you finally discovered that the real demon outside that day was actually using itself as bait to hang you.
Leaving you with no time to care about others, this has led to the disaster of demonic chaos. "
Zhulonglongjun's face turned even more ugly, but he still said frankly in a hoarse voice: "Yes!"
Mo Chengjun almost murmured: "No wonder, no wonder!
No wonder when I came back this time, I always felt that the Butian Sect was in disarray. I just let the situation rot to this point. It turned out that they were leaderless!
No wonder I always felt you were a little angry when I was fighting with you just now. "
Looking at Lord Zhu Long, whose face was gloomy and about to drip, and whose aura was already hovering on the edge of violence, Mo Chengjun finally changed the topic and asked the most critical question.
"Then what kind of advice does Lord Long come to see me here?"
Lord Zhulong didn't hesitate. He took out an object from the void with his backhand and threw it over: "I'm here to give you something!"
Mo Chengjun raised his hand to take it and found that it was a small crystal bottle. The body of the bottle was glowing with a light green light. It was also crystal clear and the inside could be seen.
However, Mo Chengjun glanced briefly and didn't find anything inside, which made him raise his head in confusion and asked, "What is this?"
"What is locked inside is the culprit of this demonic chaos, the inner demon!"
I originally wanted to write more, but I don’t have enough time!
