If before, I just felt that the black spear was similar to the Pojun aura, then now, Mo Yu can be completely sure that their power is the same clan and the same origin!

The Golden Dragon Lock Altar automatically appeared in my mind. Mo Yu's thoughts turned sharply, and it was not difficult, so he had already figured out what was going on.

Back then, the black spear was sealed for some reason, and the spirit of the weapon was used to escape from its original body... And Pojun is the spirit of the black spear!

As soon as he thought of this, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips. It seemed that it might be much easier to deal with this person.

Mo Yu raised his arms, and the rolling blood and blood were like a broken river, directly blending into the black spear.

boom--

With his help, the spear's aura suddenly surged, and the devouring power targeting Pojun also surged.

"Stop!" Pojun screamed suddenly, his body trembled slightly, and a look of pain appeared on his face, "Give me my things back!"

Infinite murderous aura gathered wildly above the head, turning into a phantom of a red spear, and rushed straight to Mo Yu and stabbed. Its speed was terrifying, and in a blink of an eye, it was approaching in front of him, carrying the terrifying breath, and even more unimaginable!

Mo Yu's face was not afraid, and he smiled coldly, raised the spear in his hand. He didn't see any movement. The shadow of the spear shook violently. Then he turned around and was swallowed directly by the black spear.

Because...this is its power!

Po Jun groaned again, a hint of fear appeared in his eyes. When Mo Yu took his body, he knew that he would be unable to make any difference today! If he delayed it any longer, he was afraid that it would be too late to leave.

"Mo Yu! I will definitely kill you one day sooner or later!"

As he roared, he stepped into nothingness and moved in a hurry.

A cold light flashed in Mo Yu's eyes, "Since you are here, why bother to leave in a hurry!" He raised his hand and grabbed it. The endless power of rules quickly gathered, turning into a hand of rules, and flashed and disappeared into space.

Hundreds of thousands of miles away, Pojun's figure walked out, and his face suddenly changed, revealing a gloomy look.

"Hand of Rules!"

Turning around suddenly, he was about to punch out. With the incomplete version of the great magical skills, it was a dream to capture him.

But at this moment, Pojun's aura suddenly became disordered and he was unable to take action for a moment. In a blink of an eye, he was held by Ruo's hand, and trembled slightly, and he was about to force him back!

If this is true and he is surrounded by Mo Yu and others, it will be extremely difficult for him to escape today.

"Ah! Break it for me!"

Pojun roared wildly, and endless murderous aura burst out from his body. In a blink of an eye, the hand of rules was covered with cracks and then shattered and collapsed.

But in order to do this, his face turned pale, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Suppressing the interference of the body and forcibly taking action, causing him to suffer backfire from strength and suffered heavy injuries.

Now, Pojun dared not delay any longer. He gritted his teeth and endured the resentment in his heart, moved again, and fled without stopping.

Mo Yu stopped, showing regret on his face. The power of the black spear was still too weak to involve him too much, otherwise the Pojun would have to escape today!

If he can be captured and re-smelted into the black spear, the power of this treasure will surely skyrocket.

The two demigods of the Barbarian Holy Sect were bloodless, and there was a huge fear in their eyes. They never expected that the situation would develop to such a level... Lord Pojun actually fled?

It is also possible to imagine their fate, but the demigod monk has almost reached the top of the plane, so how could he be willing to die?

The two looked at each other, and each stepped into nothingness in the opposite direction, and then moved away.

Even if they know that there is little hope for survival, they will try their best!

"Hmph!" Xiao Ao snorted angrily, waved his sleeves, and the invisible destruction ripples swept out and swept across the two bodies. The two demigod cultivators' bodies turned into powder in a blink of an eye, and both body and spirit were destroyed.

Today, he was seriously injured when he took action, and he was so angry that he naturally had to vent his anger on them.

Mo Yu turned around and bowed, "It was because I was not thoughtful and injured Lord Xiaoao."

Old Xiao Ao's face turned red and he waved his hands repeatedly, "Don't find a step for me. You have reminded me before. I didn't pay enough attention, otherwise it wouldn't be like this." Looking at the black spear in Mo Yu's hand, his eyes flashed slightly, and he didn't speak, but he had already expressed his meaning.

"Pojun is the spear weapon spirit in my hand. After leaving my body, I don't know what method to reincarnate and join the Barbarian Holy Sect." Mo Yu spoke directly, not hiding it any more. "It's a pity that I couldn't keep him today. I'm afraid he won't give me another chance in the future."

Xiao Ao's eyes suddenly showed his eyes, "So that's the case. No wonder I feel that the auras of the two are so similar. Although Po Jun was not able to leave him today, with this gun in hand, Po Jun's threat could be minimized, which is equivalent to destroying one of the arm of the Barbarian Holy Sect!"

"The black spear in my younger brother's hand has reached the level of sacred transformation of the sacred weapon. If Po Jun can be re-engineered into a weapon spirit, he may even have a chance to hit the realm of the artifact!" Xun Zhao spoke slowly.

Xunliang's eyes lit up slightly, "It seems that we will have to carefully plan this matter in the future. If we succeed, our junior brother's strength will increase greatly."

Xiao Ao nodded repeatedly when he heard this, with expectations on his face. What he valued was not only Mo Yu's strength increased significantly, but more importantly, once the human race had a magical weapon, it would really have the same rich heritage as the ancient lineage of the Barbarian Holy Sect, and the strength of the tribe would definitely be greatly improved!

Mo Yu smiled and said nothing. He turned to look at the ground. The formation of the Medicine King Valley protected sect was affected by the previous terrifying battle and had been forcibly destroyed. Many places in the entire mountain gate were destroyed, and the sect cultivators were killed and injured.

But now, he felt no guilt in his heart, and turned to the enemy of the Barbarian Holy Sect and the clan. This alone would be a death sentence!

Ping Yaozi, the leader of the Medicine King Valley, looked pale. It was originally a plot for the Holy Sect, who wanted to catch them off guard, but who knew that the result was like this... Now it seems that it is not a plot against others. It is obvious that the other person has dug a pit and is waiting for you to jump in.

Could it be that what happened today has long been noticed?

As soon as he thought about this, his heart trembled, but now he did not dare to delay any more. His deep breath suppressed his thoughts, turned his eyes to the people around him, and flew straight into the air.

Among them is the ancestor Qinglin.

"Thank you, the four lords, for helping Yaowang Valley to save the disaster. My sect is too grateful."

Pingyaozi and seven immortals in the Medicine King Valley bowed their hands and showed respect in their voices.

Seeing that they were still confused, Mo Yu smiled coldly and said, "You are all from human race and secretly colluding with the Barbarian Holy Sect. Do you think that you will end up in the end?"

"ah!"

Ping Yaozi and others stiffened, and their faces suddenly turned pale. They didn't expect that the first sentence would be completely exposed, and their robe was soaked in cold sweat in a blink of an eye.

"Sir Mo Yu, please spare me!"

"We are also persecuted, so we have to do it!"

"It is not easy for us to practice. I would like to give us a chance to make a new mistake!"

An immortal crawled down and begged hard.

The monk has stronger power and longer lifespan, so he naturally cherishes his life more.

Immortality is no exception.

"Enough!" Ping Yaozi suddenly roared, he tidied up his clothes and bowed, "Many years ago, my Medicine King Valley was controlled by the Barbarian Holy Sect, and he had to surrender to it and be his secret minion."

"This is the crime of my Medicine King Valley. We admit it and will give you an explanation. However, ordinary disciples in the sect do not know these things. I hope that you can give me kindness from the law, save their lives, and leave some inherited incense for my Medicine King Valley."

Mo Yu looked at the prayer in his eyes, pondered for a moment, and slowly said, "Those who do not know can avoid death, but the Medicine King Valley will no longer exist from today."

Pingyaozi's eyes darkened, and he also knew that with what happened today, it would be impossible to preserve the Medicine King Valley no matter what. It was a great favor to be able to leave behind the inheritance.
Chapter completed!