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"Did you make dry stick tofu? Why don\'t you have any strength?" Qin Chen turned around, glanced at the dry old man, and said with a smile. The withered old man who was ecstatic was immediately frightened by Qin Chen. At this time, he realized that his withered staff hadn\'t pierced Qin Chen\'s body at all. When he was a little bit away from Qin Chen\'s body, he was completely invisible. Blocked

, It is impossible to make any progress at all.

How can it be?

At this moment, the old man finally experienced the panic that only Elder Mo could experience before.

On the other side, Elder Mo was also dumbfounded. He tried his best to hit the sword-devouring monument, but it was still blocked by Qin Chen.

This is the fame that the dark ancestors used to use, a treasure that can only be activated by burning himself?

It was so easily detained by the other party.

"Well, this treasure is a bit interesting."

Qin Chen held the Sword Devouring Tablet in one hand, and said with a chuckle.

It\'s just that no one can see the chill deep in Qin Chen\'s eyes, because Qin Chen felt the blood of the human race from this sword-biting stele, and the remnant thoughts of countless human races being suppressed. This sword-biting stele is indeed the dark treasure of a certain ancient powerful man of the Dark Clan, and the other party used this dark treasure to kill many human masters, so that hundreds of millions of years have passed, and the idea of ​​the human strong is still the same. Not scattered, even turned into

Resentment.

This made Qin Chen\'s heart cold, and he looked at the old man coldly.

At this moment, the old man felt like he was being stared at by a giant beast, and from the depths of his soul, he felt endless horror.

"Damn it!"

The old man was so frightened that he was so scared that he turned around and wanted to escape.

"Want to go?"

Qin Chen sneered. At this moment, Qin Chen dragged the right hand of the Sword Devouring Tablet and started abruptly. With a buzzing sound, he stole Mo Lao\'s Sword Devouring Tablet over, as if he had lifted a door panel. The ground drew towards the withered old man who wanted to escape.

With a "bang", the old man was slapped like a fly by the huge sword-biting stele. The blood stained the ground, and the old man was shot on the ground.

"Sword Devouring Monument, come back!"

Old Mo screamed in anger, burning himself constantly, urging the dark aura, and wanted to recall his sword-devouring monument.

However, the Sword Devouring Stele in Qin Chen\'s hand only trembled, and then, a special aura burst out of Qin Chen\'s body. With a thud, it directly shredded the connection between Old Mo and the Sword Devouring Stele. .

"impossible!"

Old Mo was so frightened that his soul flew up. The Sword Devouring Stele is his life weapon. He has been refined with blood and nourished by life. It is impossible for outsiders to take it away, otherwise he would not be able to use the current one. The cultivation base has urged the Sword Devouring Monument.

But now, his Sword Devouring Stele was taken away by the opponent at once. Could it be that the cultivation base of the person in front of him is more terrifying than him?

How is this possible?

"Is this your hole card? It disappoints me too much."

Qin Chenfeng lightly glanced at Mo Lao, seeming to be very disappointed with Mo Lao\'s attack.

"Since you have all your hole cards out, it\'s Ben\'s turn to make less shots."

Qin Chen chuckled lightly, and saw that he lifted the Sword Devouring Tablet in his hand and slapped it at that old Mo.

boom! Qin Chen just made such a random one, but when the Sword Devouring Stele was smashed out, the heavens and the earth shook, and the avenue roared, and countless Dao laws rushed up on the Tongtian Peak. The breath seemed to give the entire dark ancestral land. It\'s so explosive, it\'s too much

Got.

At this moment, in the Dark Ancestral Land, a series of terrible laws were surging, covering the Tongtian Peak. This is the self-protection ability of the Dark Ancestral Land, and no one is allowed to destroy the environment here.

However, the power in this Sword Devouring Stele is still extremely terrifying.

When a monument hit, Old Mo felt the power of the sky and the earth. The power of this sword-biting monument can definitely crush the earth. It is many times stronger than the power that the sword-biting monument was in his hands before, and his life-burning eruption erupted. .

Qin Chen fanned the sword-splitting stele, as if hundreds of millions of dark stars were suppressed and could suppress the dead demon god, and the old man frightened his soul to fly.

Old Mo roared wildly, and countless weapons suddenly appeared in his body. These weapons were available at all levels and were his last treasure.

In the face of life and death, he didn\'t care so much, and sacrificed all his treasures in one breath, trying to be able to withstand Qin Chen\'s attack and protect himself. He heard a loud "bang", and the dark stars above the nine heavens swayed for it. Under this blow, it seemed that even the heavens were shaken. Under the blow of the sword monument, all of Mo Lao\'s was shattered. Treasure, such a terrifyingly powerful sword-biting monument, collapsed

After all, even if Mr. Mo had activated all of his own treasures, he couldn\'t stand a blow at all.

With a bang, Mo Lao\'s whole body was shocked, he spouted blood, and fell heavily to the ground.

His face was pale. Under this blow, if there were not so many treasures to protect and defend, I am afraid that he had been photographed into a blood mist.

Elder Mo was frightened and frightened at this time. He understood that he had provoked a master. He didn\'t dare to think too much, turned around and fled, trying to flee here.

Mo Laogang fled, Qin Chen lifted his right hand in an instant, Mo Lao only felt the void in front of him suddenly solidified, and with a bang, he hit the void heavily, instantly dizzy, and fell heavily to the ground again.

"Want to leave, have you ever asked Ben Shao?"

Qin Chen said lightly, "Didn\'t you still want to kill me just now? Where is your prestige?"

Qin Chen said slowly, but his voice was very cold, as if death was coming. "

Old Mo\'s face was pale, and he yelled anxiously, "This friend, listen to me..."

However, Qin Chen didn\'t bother to listen to his long-winded words. The sword-devouring monument in his hand was photographed directly again, and the huge sword-devouring monument turned into a stream of light and fell fiercely.

Old Mo\'s face was pale, he turned around and fled. He did not hesitate to burn his life to speed up and escape, but his speed couldn\'t be faster than Qin Chen\'s shot.

"His Royal Highness, save me..."

Old Mo shouted in horror at the Prince Qilin in the distance.

With a "pop", but only half of what he said, the Sword Devouring Tablet had already slapped him severely. Old Mo\'s end was worse than that of the withered old man. Such a terrifying sword-devouring monument slammed on him solidly, smashing him directly into blood mist, without even the bones falling.