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Chen Mo stuffed a pill to Xiao Ba, walked to Zang Pengwei, bent down, lifted up the corner of his clothes, and wiped away the tears.

This place did not forget to complain to Xiao Bayi: "This little turtle has beaten people to cry. I will teach him a lesson after looking back."

"In the next game, the casual cultivator Fei Mo Hunyang vs. Qinghua Zong Shentu Wenbin." The referee elder announced and asked someone to drag the crying Zang Pengwei down.

"Femo Hunyang?"

This person came on stage again, which made Chen Mo move. He defeated Zhao You of Tianji Sect with one move. The Qingming Coffin on his back was not exerted at all. It can be seen that this person is not very human, and he might be a strong opponent behind him.

"Junior brother, be careful." From afar, Ouyang Tuo of Qinghua Sect loudly reminded, attracting Chen Mo to look at it.

Shen Tu Wenbin, who was expressionless, was so calm that people couldn't guess what he was thinking. He glanced at the three-foot sword in his hand and walked towards the ring.

The short Femo Hunyang was already standing on the ring. He fought against Zhao You of Tianji Sect and became famous. No one dared to laugh at his short height and his unpretentious appearance.

Behind him, he was still carrying the Qingming coffin wrapped in black cloth, and his deep pupils were like an ancient well, calm and coldness emanated.

"Please," Shentu Wenbin raised his sword and said coldly.

He closed his deep eyes slightly, and the gray-brown mysterious aura of Fei Mo Hunyang's body lingered all over his body. His body was still, but his yin energy was impatient.

"Clang"

Shentu Wenbin pulled out the long sword in his sheath, and a bright red flashed under the scarlet setting sun, as if covered with blood, cutting through the solidified breath.

quick!

Understanding the opponent's power, Shen Tu Wenbin could only think in his mind that he would win quickly before he showed his ultimate move.

As he thought, a phantom had already drawn behind him, and the long sword came in front of him. He was coming in a cold manner.

Stirrup ~

A tremor sound of the sword blade entering the wood came, and the long sword in his hand pierced into the soft Xuangang, but it was like nailed into the sinking wood, which could hardly penetrate the middle of the body. The tremor made Shen Tu Wenbin's mouth numb.

Suddenly, Fei Mo Hunyang suddenly opened his eyes, and the scattered coldness made his body tremble. The Xuangang protecting his body seemed to splash scattered ink and spread along the sword blade.

In an instant, the two of them were wrapped, and the gray-brown aura turned into a hideous soul, surrounded by fearful wails.

"Corpse Howling Formation!"

Shentu Wenbin's eyes narrowed. He had seen this move. Then he waved his hand sideways and threw out the long sword. The long sword came out of his hand, drew an arc, and rose into the sky.

In the air, the long sword suddenly turned into countless sharp edges, like a sword rain, targeting the "wronged souls" around.

"Break the formation."

Bang bang...

The long sword injected the sword energy into the corpse howling array caused a burst of explosion. The wailing "injust soul" turned into wisps of gray-brown aura and gradually dissipated.

Sudden.

The scattered aura instantly retracted Fei Mo Hunyang's body, which stimulated his childlike body, and flew back two or three feet towards the bright red setting sun.

But he still landed on the ground. A black gauze tent rose from his back, covering the scarlet light of the setting sun, like a devil elves with wings, with a hideous look on his face.

Immediately afterwards, a dull sound of wind sounded, and a bronze coffin had crossed the top of his head.

"Qingming Coffin."

In an instant, tens of thousands of people, including Chen Mo, held their breath.

I saw that the bronze Qingming coffin was slightly ten feet long, with a string of fist-sized skulls inlaid on all four walls. The head of the coffin lid was carved with these dense talismans, emitting these gloomy aura.

Suddenly, chi chi... the sound of the coffin opening came out.

Straws of gloomy black gas brought a rotten stench from the cracks that gradually appeared.

Suddenly, a palm with green nails rested on the edge of the open coffin.

No, not one, two. Three...

As the coffin opened, the edge of the Qingming coffin, which was a squat-long squat, was covered with claws, and some of them could not find a place to put their hands on them, were already overlapping.

“How many are there?”

Shentu Wenbin, who witnessed all this recently, was almost breathless by the gloomy aura surrounding him.

A sharp wail suddenly came from the coffin, echoing over the entire venue of tens of thousands of people. Accompanied by the terrifying hiss, a person wearing tattered clothes flew out of the Qingming coffin. It is more accurate to say that he is a living zombie than to say that he is a human being.

The scattered white hair could be vaguely seen with its skull, especially the sunken pupils. Perhaps it was no longer the pupils, but two bottomless holes, but the surface was still a little dry flesh.

"Demon corpse?" Chen Mo couldn't help blurting out, but after a closer look, it was not a demon corpse.

"Oh my god." Yuan Haocang exclaimed in a daze.

Ah ~

The zombie raised his head and whined again, awakening Shentu Wenbin. He didn't care to wipe off the cold sweat that was overflowing from his forehead. His fingers gathered together to stir up a layer of Xuangang protection in his body. The sword formations around him seemed to have been sensed, and turned to the target a few whizzing sounds.

Just as the sword blade pointed at the zombie, Fei Mo Hunyang, who was above the sky, opened his arms, his small palms were claw-shaped, and wisps of ink-like breath rushed into the Qingming coffin.

There were a few more hissings, and more than a dozen zombies flashed like phantoms in the coffin, each with a hideous face and lifelessness.

Fei Mo Hunyang was chanting an incomprehensible spell. More than a dozen walking zombies seemed to have been given a shot of stimulant. A black phantom was pulled behind them, and they crossed their teeth and claws and rushed towards Shentu Wenbin.

Screaming...

He directly broke through the sword formation protected by Shen Tu Wenbin, and the sword lights almost penetrated the body of the zombie, but the zombie had no sense at all and continued to rush forward.

He surrounded him in an instant, accompanied by a trembling whine, and claws like sharp blades were slashing around Shentu Wenbin.

And the other party has no chance to fight back.

Bang.

Suddenly, Shen Tu Wenbin was thrown out of the zombie formation and fell heavily three feet away.

The clothes on his body have long disappeared, and the upper body of "chiluo" is clearly visible with scratches that can be seen from the bones. Bright red blood is flowing one by one. Under the bright red setting sun, this person seems to have just crawled out of the blood pool.

He tried to hold his body up a few times and wanted to stand up, but the bone-wrenching pain was obviously difficult for him to take it. After a few successes, Shen Tu Wenbin lay on the ground and no movement.

Fei Mo Hunyang seemed to have already concluded that his opponent would no longer have the power to fight back. The zombie had already been put into the coffin, and the Qingming coffin was wrapped in black cloth and carried on his back.

Standing in the middle of the ring, he seemed to have nothing to do with what happened just now, and was so calm that it was scary.

"Fei...Fei Mo Hunyang won." As a member of Qinghua Sect, the referee elder said tremblingly when he saw this scene.

Whenever a pair of players compete, it always causes boiling discussions on the scene, but now it is so quiet that people feel like they have an illusion.

Is this... still a venue where tens of thousands of people gather together?

"I suspect that Femo Hunyang is not a human."

"Don't talk nonsense, be careful that he lets you into the coffin."

Gradually, the comments like this spread like a spark and spread.

In this regard, the 39th Youth Heavenly Dao Conference of the Great Yan Realm, the 40-to-20 knockout rounds, and the 40-to-10 qualifying rounds were all over.

With the announcement of the referee elder, the four Qianyuan sky curtains around him showed a list of the top ten.

In turn are Chen Yue of the Rakshasa Sect, Yan Powu of the Swordsman, Shen Yu of the Shengming Sect, Qingshui Yahe of the Yinkui Sect, Shentu Guanghe of the Qinghua Sect, Xipeya of the Witchcraft Sect, Feng Lingshuang of the Tianlei Sect, Yuan Haocang of the Tianlei Sect, Chen Mo of the Tianlei Sect, Fei Mohunyang of the Tianlei Sect.

After half a month of preparation, the top ten players will challenge the three major sacred domain seed players to compete for the first place in this Heavenly Dao Conference.

"Haha, there is hope for the achievement of the holy level of the Heavenly Thunder Dao."

Feng Chonglei's eyes were filled with tears. Looking at the name on Qianyuan's sky curtain, two of them were from the Tianlei Dao. For him, it is very likely that he would change his fate of being depressed for tens of thousands of years in his generation, and he will re-enter the ranks of the Holy Realm from now on.

The bright red setting sun was only a trace of light. The disciples of the top ten sects who broke into the moon left behind by the stars. The earth began to be covered by a layer of deep blue, and the venue of tens of thousands of people gradually dissipated.

Of course, some people are happy and some are worried. It is said that on the roof of the towering building of the Wudao Sect Pavilion, there was a man named Zhang standing just now, wailing and saying sorry for his wife at home, and shouting that he would apologize for his death.

Fortunately, his virtuous wife made him relieved and saved his life.

A small gambling hurts the gods, a big gambling kills the gods...

...

It was early morning, and the breeze was gentle in Qinghua City, and it was drizzling like cows.

Even on rainy days, Qinghua City, which is known for its prosperity, is still open on the streets, and pedestrians are holding folding umbrellas, coming and going, making it very lively.

In the Wudao Sect Pavilion on the bustling street, rays of white moonlight radiated from the wooden window of a luxurious suite on the third floor, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

However, the light in the room was still clear, making the entire room of more than 300 square meters bright.

Looking towards the luminous core, the closer you get, the more you feel the light emitted, which is extremely dazzling. I saw wisps of electric light appearing on a pair of black iron fists, extending to the curved knuckles and blending into the palm of your palm.

Next to the boxing gloves that were as big as a sandbag, Xiao Ba stood aside, staring at the electric patterns on the boxing gloves intently.

boom.

The electric lights on the boxing gloves intertwined, causing a ball of white evil light to be pulled out, and a piece of shiny suddenly appeared.

Xiao Ba was so shocked that he took two steps back and looked at Chen Mo who was cross-legged on the bed with his fists. He saw him "chiluo" his upper body, like a knife and an axe, sweat flowing, and beads of sweat the size of beans shaking.

The pure bright mysterious aura lingers in my body, like moving silver snakes rushing into the thunderstorm in my hand.

The thunder spirit rushed over the thunderstorm, madly absorbing the mysterious aura on his body, as if it could not meet its needs. Now the light is weakening and gradually integrating into the fist gloves.

Suddenly, Chen Mo clenched his fists, and the blue veins on his strong arms suddenly raised. The thunder spirit on the fist gloves was filled with energy and expanded.

Bang bang bang bang.

A knock on the door suddenly made his body tremble.
Chapter completed!