"Oh, do you know the 'Jade Girl Magic Sutra' and the 'Charming Dafa'?" Yang Ji grabbed Mei Mo's white neck and lifted it up.
"Yes, Master, spare my life, I will make you very comfortable." Sui Mo showed a soft, delicate and pitiful look.
"What's the best way to feel comfortable?" Buddha Boy asked aloud.
"Let's go!" Without waiting for Mei Mo's reply, Yang Ji had already put it into the world of mountains and seas.
"." Buddha boy.
"Jiejie, children don't need to know too much, it won't do you any good." Rotten Wooden Box said with a sly smile.
"." The Buddhist boy said angrily, "Who are you looking down on?"
Yang Ji ignored him and moved forward at high speed to the next position.
Along the way, all the demons he encountered were sealed off by him.
Soon, he reached the next location.
Basically every position is guarded by several top demon lords and a group of ordinary demon lords.
But it was useless. Facing Yang Ji, they had no chance and no ability to compete head-on. No matter how many demon lords there were, it was useless. At this level, only the top geniuses such as the demon concubine were qualified to compete with him.
The remaining demon lords, without exception, were all sealed off.
One place, two places, three places, dozens of positions in succession, all were wiped out by Yang Ji.
All the demons were sealed off.
The harvest was so great that Yang Ji was extremely excited. More than ten thousand demon lords could not imagine how strong his soul would be if he turned it into a soul fruit and swallowed it.
It is simply an unparalleled opportunity.
For him, this great catastrophe of the demon was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, unprecedented.
Yang Ji was in a very happy mood, extremely comfortable.
As for the magic pillar, there were methods left by the Demon Ancestor on it, but he did not take care of it, nor did he dare to take care of it.
That level is not something he can easily touch.
After eliminating all the Heavenly Demons guarding the position, Yang Ji prepared to send a message to others to join forces and attack the Heavenly Demons' base camp together to capture the Heavenly Demon Sect ancestor alive.
But at this moment, the space was torn apart, and a man with a monstrous aura walked out with a cold face, his aura locked directly on Yang Ji.
Yang Ji looked up and said in surprise: "The devil has no way?" The appearance of the visitor changed slightly, but the aura of the devil soul did not change.
"Yang Ji, you have committed a catastrophic disaster. You dared to kill the demon lord of our clan repeatedly. You are simply seeking death. The demon ancestor sent me to kill you. Do you want me to take the initiative, or do you want me to kneel down and be captured without mercy?" Mo Wudao said indifferently.
"Demon Ancestor?" Yang Ji frowned slightly.
"It seems that the big bosses in the demon world have been paying attention to everything here." Rotten Wooden Box said.
"The situation is not good." Buddha Boy said solemnly.
"Put it on yourself, and I'll take you back!" Mo Wudao was very arrogant and threw a dog leash over, signaling Yang Ji to put it on himself.
"I don't know. It seems you don't know how to write the word "death". Yang Ji's brows suddenly opened and he looked at Mo Wudao coldly.
"Then you are looking for death?" Mo Wudao looked at Yang Ji suddenly.
boom!
Without any extra words, he charged directly at Yang Ji. The two punched each other, and the air wave exploded immediately, and the two retreated at the touch.
Just as Mo Wudao was retreating, Yang Ji's wings of time and space flashed behind him, and he killed Mo Wudao at top speed. The sword light had already struck him.
"Huh? There is something. It seems that you have grown a lot in these years, and you really did not disappoint me." Mo Wudao, who had not yet stabilized his figure, was a little surprised, but his face turned cold at that moment, and he punched a few times in an instant, smashing them away. He received the sword energy from Yang Ji.
Yang Ji didn't give him any time to breathe, and slashed his sword again. Apparently, he had the same idea as Mo Wudao, wanting to crush his opponent with a violent attitude.
He used his palm as a sword and swung it out. The sword energy spread thousands of feet and turned into a line of swords to kill Mo Wudao.
"Calling the soul." Mo Wudao's body glowed with a layer of black light, forming a big hand that enveloped him forward.
The sword light passed by the big black hand in the air, but it didn't offset it at all.
"This is my spiritual attack. Your sword light cannot eliminate my magical powers." Mo Wudao sneered.
Yang Ji was slightly surprised, and controlled the sword light to kill Mo Wudao. At the same time, he also raised a protective shield around his body to prevent the incoming black hand.
The sword light was directed towards Mo Wudao, but it was wiped away by him with a palm.
However, Mo Wudao's big black hand broke through Yang Ji's aura shield, suddenly accelerated, and grabbed Yang Ji's head, as if to pull out his soul. It was actually a soul-killing move.
"You are a small skill, but you dare to try your best, let me do it." Yang Ji sneered, and used Yin and Yang to divide the world, and the power of the soul in the sea of consciousness surged like a torrential river, and the majestic power of the soul spread one after another. Coming out, the big black hand shattered directly under the impact of the power of the soul.
Mo Wudao, who was flying from the sky, turned red immediately. He suppressed his damaged mind and shouted angrily: "Capture the soul!"
Just as Yang Ji broke free from the confinement of his big black hands, Mo Wudao appeared in front of him again, with a dim light flashing in his palm and a dark wind turbulent, as if he was deep in the depths of hell.
A palm came out, trying to simply and roughly smash his head.
But Yang Ji's expression remained unchanged, his aura was surging, and he held Mo Wudao half a foot away.
The dim light in Mo Wudao's palm made bursts of whimpering sounds. The sound was soul-stirring, and the dim light flashed with a hint of charm. Yang Ji immediately stayed where he was.
He was pinned on the spot, Mo Wudao gradually broke through his defense, and the mist in his palm slowly pressed towards his forehead.
"Strangulation from all directions." Yang Ji roared, his eyelids raised slightly, his eyes revealed a bright light, a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth, and endless sword energy rushed out of his body, forming an endless killing field.
"What?" Mo Wudao was startled. He felt that his whole body was filled with boundless murderous aura. He seemed to be in a whirlpool and it was difficult to escape.
Mo Wudao was shocked and said: "Impossible, how can you recover? Is your soul stronger than mine?"
"You guessed right, I should be stronger than you." Stronger than Yuanshen? Yang Ji sneered and activated the "Ten Directions Strangulation". Mo Wudao was immediately thrown away and was twisted in the middle by the boundless sword energy, like a silkworm cocoon.
Mo Wudao's face was distorted, his spiritual aura exploded, and he roared: "The sky is collapsing!" Black light shot out from his body, revealing the killing field. The boundless power seemed to collapse the sky, directly shaking away the killing force that restrained Yang Ji. area.
Mo Wudao stared at Yang Ji with a sinister look, and suddenly took a step forward. The powerful demonic energy immediately surged out of his body, making his robes rattle. There was an aura of extreme fear of oppression, glowing with fear. The evil spirit spreads.
"You didn't disappoint me. You are indeed someone who can stand up to me." The rage in Mo Wudao's eyes quickly disappeared, replaced by a cold and ruthless look, like a ferocious evil that was about to pounce. Wolflike.
Regarding Mo Wudao's changes, Yang Ji also narrowed his eyes slightly.
boom!
The next moment, Mo Wudao's body was like lightning. In a flash, he appeared in front of Yang Ji with an oppressive aura. He clenched his right fist and immediately punched Yang Ji's chest without any fancy. It blasted past.
Mo Wudao's punch was ordinary, but wrapped in the sharp and pure demonic energy, it was more destructive than a sharp blade.
Woo!
Wherever the fist wind passed by, the air was shaken open, making a low whine sound.
Feeling Mo Wudao's unusually sharp fist style, Yang Ji's heart was slightly awe-inspiring. He was worthy of being the top demon lord who had killed ten tribulations. The power and the sharpness of the demonic energy alone were more powerful than the average top demon lord. The master is too powerful.
As a peak True Immortal, Yang Ji is no less powerful than Mo Wudao in terms of Taoism and Spirituality. He raises his fist and chooses to fight Mo Wudao head-on. The wind of the fist roars, and a stream of spiritual power is released. It quickly poured out from the sea of consciousness, forming an invisible mental barrier in front of it.
boom!
Facing Yang Ji, who was approaching at a very fast speed, a look of contempt flashed across Mo Wudao's eyes, and a demonic shadow suddenly appeared behind him. The wind of his fist swelled, and he hit the mental barrier with a mountain-like fist. After colliding with it, the force suddenly poured out like a volcano erupting.
Click!
Facing such a fierce offensive from Demon Wudao, the mental barrier did not last long before it was declared to be shattered, and then they were naked, and their fists collided directly.
boom!
With a loud bang, Yang Ji was hit three hundred meters away.
Mo Wudao looked intently, his pupils shrunk, and he roared in his heart: "Impossible, how could he be safe and sound? Even my Demon Ancestor's phantom possession can't defeat him with one punch, is he stronger than me? Isn't that right? possible."
"The phantom of the Demon Ancestor? What a powerful force!" Yang Ji's eyes darkened, his whole body felt numb, and a huge force surged through his body, and it took him three breaths to remove it.
Looking at Mo Wudao possessed by the Demon Ancestor, Yang Ji's eyes narrowed slightly: "The Demon Ancestor's shadow directly doubled his power, as if blessing more than a hundred demon lords, the pure comparison of strength Under the circumstances, I was actually slightly inferior, which is simply amazing.”
But he did not take a step back. Like a tower holding up the sky, he gave people a feeling of being upright and invincible. The immortal energy in his body surged again, forming a stronger defense. His spiritual consciousness poked out to form a mental barrier, and he felt Everything around you is ready to be attacked and killed by the devil at any time.
"Roar!" Mo Wudao roared wildly, and the shadow of the Demon Ancestor behind him actually swelled up and solidified a bit, and the majestic face of the shadow could be vaguely seen.
Mo Wudao's whole body was shrouded in black light, as if he was a demon god coming out of the demon world. He came towards Yang Ji with a more powerful posture: "Let's see how many punches you can take from me!"
Yang Ji retreated quickly, and the layers of mental barriers he released were directly swallowed up by the breath released by Mo Wudao, who killed him forcefully in front of him with a arrogant attitude.
Yang Ji felt so much pressure that he started to get out of the way, preparing to use the "Suppressing Immortal Formation" to kill Mo Wudao.
But when he thought that there might be a demon ancestor watching all this, he hesitated again.
"Let's see how long you can hide. You don't want to wait for my magical power to pass, right? This is simply a stupid idea. My power will fade away forever." Mo Wudao sneered, and his attacks became even more violent.
Yang Ji's pressure increased sharply, and he suddenly unleashed the One Qi Transformation Three Pure and Three Immortal Formations.
This time, Mo Wudao was able to compete with him.
"One Qi turns three pure things into one? Let me see how long you can last!" Mo Wudao felt Yang Ji's surge in power. After being surprised, he let out a ferocious laugh, and immediately with his fists, a powerful and intimidating mist surged out. It turned into a fist shadow all over the sky and directly enveloped Yang Ji.
"Demon Ancestor Fist!"
The shadow of the fist enveloped him, and Yang Ji looked around, as if his whole body was covered by the shadow of the fist that was filled with evil energy.
Among the many fist shadows, he felt a chill that made his heart palpitate. It was like a poisonous snake hiding in the grass, waiting to give people a fatal blow.
Yang Ji took a deep breath and stared at the shadow of the fist that was quickly attacking the sky. He knew that Mo Wudao's real killing move was hidden in the shadow of the fist that was all over the sky.
The fist shadows came at an extremely fast speed, almost in the blink of an eye. The numerous fist shadows filled with fierce energy were about to fall on Yang Ji's body.
"snort."
And just when Yang Ji was about to be hit by the fist shadow, his eyes suddenly opened, and he ignored the numerous fist shadows. He stabbed diagonally with the flying sword in his hand, tearing apart the fist shadows, and finally struck hard. The point was on a fist that was hidden behind the shadow of the fist and contained murderous intent.
boom!
The moment Yang Ji's sharp sword light touched his fist, the shadow of the fist covering his whole body immediately dissipated, and then, a powerful wind of demonic energy burst out like a violent wind.
"Um?"
Mo Wudao was obviously stunned for a moment when Yang Ji found his killer move, but then he snorted coldly, and his fist as hard as an immortal weapon twisted like a wave, a wave that was extremely strong, but The extremely vicious dark energy surged along the bones, revealed his fist, and struck hard on the tip of Yang Ji's sword. Looking at this, Mo Wudao actually wanted to break his flying sword.
Although Mo Wudao is ruthless, Yang Ji is also cunning. With his powerful soul, he can clearly feel and see the direction of the flow of the former's power. At the moment when the flying sword bends, he accumulates power in a roundabout way. , just like the yin and yang of Tai Chi, using softness to overcome hardness.
When Mo Wudao's demonic arm straightened out and its strength was exhausted, Yang Ji's face turned cold, and the long sword suddenly popped out. With the help of the bending of the sword and the power accumulated secretly, it was very fast, like a snake devouring it, and stabbed the demon instantly. On top of Wudao's magic fist, a hint of Yin Hong suddenly appeared.
Under the strong suppression, he was actually injured. Mo Wudao became angry and turned his fists into claws, and disappeared from the place like a ghost.
"Huh?" Yang Ji was alert. At this moment, as if a wild beast was targeting him, his hair stood on end as he suddenly backed up.
laugh!
The fierce black energy, like an extremely sharp blade, passed directly over the back of Yang Ji's hand, only missing him by a hair.
"Huh?" Seeing Yang Ji avoiding his frontal attack, Mo Wudao flashed a cold expression, then changed his spell, and fired out the "Magic Fist".
The cursed fist was extremely ferocious and weird, and the endless runes seemed to have spirituality. With one leap, it hit Yang Ji's chest hard. Gray mist spread out, and the cursed power of the cursed fist wanted to penetrate Yang Ji's chest.
At the same time, Mo Wudao swayed, raised his right leg violently, and whipped Yang Ji's head hard.
His strikes were sharp and decisive, extremely ferocious.
Yang Ji sneered and fired out the Death Seal, which not only offset the power of the cursed fist, but also blasted it forward.
"What? Death Seal? Were you the one who competed with me for inheritance in the ruins of the fairy world? The Taoist of Life and Death chose you in the end!" Mo Wudao said in shock and anger.
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