Fantasy: : Wangfu, The Goddess of Destiny, I Plundered The Opportunity

Chapter 556 Originating From The Disputes Among The Followers Of The Mohist School, The Young Master



Chapter 556 Originating From The Disputes Among The Followers Of The Mohist School, The Young Master

She also has heard a little about the so-called Pangu City Mo family, but what does it have to do with her?

What's more, as a follower of the Holy Son Chu Mo, how could she criticize others?

If she hadn't swallowed her anger and didn't want to cause trouble to Chu Mo, she would have killed him with a single sword.

However, the young man in white in front of him seemed to have heard the funniest thing in the world, and his expression froze for a moment.

Immediately suddenly angry.

"Bold! If you dare to insult my young master, you will die!"

To the young man in white, the young master of the Mohist school is like an untouchable god. The girl in front of her dared to be indifferent to the young master in her words. Such things are really presumptuous

In an instant, the young man in white made his move, and a huge palm print in his palm was released, like a small sun, bursting out with a powerful force, mixed with a trace of extreme power, and suddenly "Jiu Yi" in the void "Zero" turned into a huge little sun of hundreds of feet.

It exploded in an instant.

Facing this scene, Zhao Chan's eyes flashed a stern look.

Immediately, a dao sword emerged from her palm, like a puddle of clear water, and in an instant a bright sword light emerged, as if it could cut the sun and the moon, piercing through the void in an instant, directly hitting the little sun crushed.

The young man in white spurted out a mouthful of blood, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes, and then his body fell heavily to the ground like a kite.

It has been severely injured under the sword.

At this moment, everyone was shocked.

The young man in white was a follower of the young master of the Mo family, and he was severely injured by a sword blow from a girl whom no one knew before him. This is indeed an extremely unimaginable event.

But at this moment, suddenly.

An extremely vast coercion swept across the entire ancient street in an instant, and everyone had a feeling that the storm was about to come, and it was a powerful quasi-emperor coercion.

"Bold, dare to seriously injure my followers, it is simply courting death."

Just at this moment, a cold voice came, with a hint of breath

Immediately, countless people saw a figure emerge from the sky. Dressed in a black robe, he has a handsome appearance, a unique temperament, and a detached demeanor.

At this time, his eyes were filled with a fiery murderous intent, his anger surged, and the mighty Emperor Zhun's coercion enveloped him, and the entire ancient street was instantly quiet.

"What did he say? He turned out to be the young master of the Mohist family—that young adult."

"Oh my god, I didn't expect this existence to appear. He is a terrifying existence that killed dozens of quasi-emperors with one sword. This girl kicked the iron board."

In an instant, countless warriors were talking about it.

Many people were shocked and surprised. Of course, some people looked at Zhao Chan with sympathy.

Dare to provoke the young master of the Mo family, no one has ever been able to feel comfortable. Even if it is some young supreme beings, he does not know how many have fallen in his hands these years.

At this time, Zhao Chan's eyes were also looking at the coming person.

There was no ripple in her expression, she just slashed out with a sword, and a huge sword light condensed out. As if it could devour the sun and the moon, it came to kill the young man in Xuanyi in an instant

"Bold."

But at this time, the eyes of the young master of the Mo family were full of coldness, and he said coldly.

He didn't expect that the girl in front of him would dare to attack him directly, she really ate the guts of a fairy.

Can't find death at all?

The next moment, the eyes of the young master of the Mo family were filled with cold killing intent.

Then, with his palm facing forward, he bowed his waist in the void.

In an instant, a powerful wave surged around him, covering hundreds of miles in an instant. At this moment, within a radius of hundreds of miles, everything seemed to have stopped.

But at the same time, the sweeping sword light collapsed inch by inch, and then Zhao Chan's body seemed to have been severely injured, he couldn't help but groaned, and his body fell back several hundred feet heavily.

Everyone looked at this scene in surprise, the young master of the Ji family was too powerful. Just a random blow was enough to defeat Ling Li's formerly terrifying girl.

Such a record is indeed a terrifying existence that has caused headaches for countless young supreme beings.

"The young master of the Mo family is really extraordinary, and he is indeed a young adult who is destined to achieve immortality in the future."

"This kind of strength simply makes other young Wuwei fear incomparably."

The surrounding warriors couldn't help but speak out, discussing one after another.

But at this moment, when Zhao Chan's body was falling, a bright golden light suddenly floated out of the void, supporting her steadily, and at the same time, a faint but misty voice sounded slowly.

"My followers, are you also able to take action?"

This voice is extremely indifferent, full of a sense of mystery..0

It seems to be sounding from all directions between heaven and earth, and it is impossible to know where the sound appears.

But at this moment, the void split open.

Afterwards, countless people saw a figure in white clothes and walked out of it slowly.

He is unparalleled in appearance, outstanding in temperament, vast avenues intertwined all over his body, intertwined luck, myriad dharma appearances, and the rise of chaotic light is extremely astonishing.

At the same time, there seemed to be ancient gods and demons behind him, and hundreds of millions of living beings worshiped them, and the terrifying scene of kowtowing emerged.

When Chu Mo walked out, the light of the young master of the Mo family was completely covered in an instant.

Everyone's eyes were wide open, looking at the person with dementia on their faces.

No one can imagine that there is such a peerless and handsome person with outstanding temperament in this world. Compared with Chu Mo, the so-called Young Master of the Testo family is really like a firefly.

Some of the proud daughters of the sky, even more so, have a strong brilliance in their eyes, and their hearts can't help but secretly agree.

These days' proud girls are some young supreme beings, and they are also peerless beauties who are outstanding in ordinary times, and countless young heavenly prides are fascinated by them. They naturally have a broad vision, not to mention ordinary Tianjiao, even if they are immortal parents and children, they will not take a high look.

However, when Chu Mo appeared, their eyes showed obsession, and their hearts were also scrambling like deer, and their hearts had already been quietly promised.

"Holy Son, I'm sorry to make you worry about it."

At this moment, when Zhao Chan saw the person coming, a 1.8 flash of shame flashed across his expression.

"It's not your fault."

Chu Mo's eyes were extremely dull, and he spoke slowly.

"Are you standing up for her? If so, let's suppress it together."

At this time, the young master of the family also reacted.

He looked over coldly, his expression filled with murderous intent.

With his status, no matter where he goes on weekdays, he is the existence that attracts the attention of all people, and countless heavenly girls are obsessed with him. Even the immortal parents and children are extremely respectful.

However, when Chu Mo appeared, he suddenly discovered that his light was completely covered.

Moreover, in front of the person opposite, a trace of self-ashamedness rose in his heart, as if being with the person in front of him was an insult to this person. .


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