For a moment, corpses flew across the top of the Wanku Mountain, and blood rained everywhere. Countless powerful gods did not even have room for reflection, so they turned into Mo Ran's dead souls under the arrow.

The effect of using the power of a high-level god to exert "Thunder-killing Heart Arrow" is several times stronger than that of a barely initial level under the Nancheng Gate.

Mo Ran emerged from nowhere and spared no effort after landing. The black flames in his hand suddenly flew up.

Nearly a hundred sword lights flew out at the same time, reaping countless creatures in a willful manner.

"What a terrible boy, he broke through to the realm of the high-level gods in such a short time~"

The strong men were behind him and saw Mo Ran marching among thousands of troops, invincible and brave enough to be unstoppable. He immediately widened his eyes and looked at all incrediblely.

They didn't know that Mo Ran just used the "God-defying Blood Yuan Fa" and called his own soul realm in a short time to make up for the shortcomings of the body. This period of time cannot last too long, so Mo Ran used the most fierce power as soon as he came in.

Holding the knife in the right hand, the ultimate flash technique is frequently used.

The left hand clenched the fist, and the lattice skills were mixed with "breaking the sky force" and "breaking the sky force and splitting the fist", and the tiger was full of wind.

At this moment, the white light unique to the realm of the gods bloomed on Moran's body like the scorching sun, shining brightly.

"Peng~"

"Boom~"

The dull collision sounds, shocking thunder, and painful wails interlaced together at this moment, rendering the entire Wanku Mountain as tragic as hell.

"We can't wait any longer. If we go together, we don't believe we can't get this kid."

Deeply feeling the terrifying power of Mo Ran, Yan Ping finally issued an offensive order.

Meng Lei nodded, and the thousand-toothed pestle in his hand flashed a faint blue light. The unique strange light of the lower-grade heavenly artifact immediately flew out a hundred meters away, heading straight to Mo Ran in the middle of the crowd.

“Good come.”

Mo Ran had long noticed the movements of more than ten high-level gods after the crowd. At this moment, he saw Meng Lei coming first, Mo Ran swung a knife and slashed countless powerful gods in the first-level gods, soared into the air, and faced the Thousand-Toothed Pestle and killed them.

In addition to being influenced by the strength of the warriors, the confrontation between the heavenly artifacts is the grade of the heavenly artifact.

Meng Lei's thousand-toothed pestle and a low-grade heavenly artifact, but Mo Ran's Black Flame Sword was unknown. Seeing these two masters gathered in one place in the air, countless powerful people retreated after hearing the news.

"Boom~"

The black flame sword confronted the Thousand Toothed Pestle, and a huge energy ripples burst out from the sky. The white light mixed with the energy fluctuations generated by a fight between them, and instantly spread out in all directions.

"Peng~"

Mo Ran and Meng Lei retreated several feet away from each other before landing on the ground. Both of them were numb by the other's powerful force.

“Very strong.”

The moment he landed, Meng Lei gave Mo Ran a affirmation. He felt that Mo Ran's force was still not cleared, and Meng Lei was shocked.

"Is this still a warrior from the Earth Martial Realm who has just ascended? How could he be so powerful as this field?"

"I'll do it."

Seeing Meng Lei retreating, Fan Ni jumped out from behind him. At some point, a light flashed across his empty hands. He swung violently, and a huge net that was huge enough to cover a radius of 100 meters was thrown out from him.

The top-grade artifact, the Sky Flow Blade Net.

The giant net is huge and dense. Every few mesh, there is a faint blue cold light flashing on the mesh. This cold light comes from the countless inverted teeth on the Internet. Since it can emit blue light, it is obviously smeared with a very poison.

Although the strong men are regarded as high-level gods, in the Tianwu Realm, poison is also a very powerful attack method. The poison net in Fan Ni's hand has been tempered countless times. Ordinary powerful gods cannot resist the invasion of this toxin. As long as the net body is broken, the toxin flows into the body along the blood. Strong people of the gods and generals will be paralyzed and unable to move in an instant. This is one of the methods that Fan Ni can squeeze into the list of more than 5,000 strong men on the Zilu Tian List.

Seeing the huge net covering, Mo Ran's mind tightened. Of course, he could see countless inverted teeth hanging on the huge net. With a brief thought, Mo Ran's mouth grinned and a very gloomy smile appeared.

Mo Ran, who was half-squatting, stepped heavily on the ground without thinking, and a thunder sounded by, and the man leaned against the ground like a swimming fish and slid towards Fan Ni.

Wuzui once told Mo Ran not to care about any powerful combat skills, it is just a clumsy skill. What is really powerful is your own strength. Integrating the energy into the body and exerting the most powerful force at the fastest speed is the real martial arts. The gorgeous movements and skills are not as good as "fast".

Mo Ran had already realized this, otherwise there would be no possibility of stunning skills.

The powerful divine energy spread throughout the body. Mo Ran took the vanishing nine-light flash technique and ran towards Fan Ni at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing that Mo Ran was hundreds of meters away from him, his "Futian Liubing Net" was about to fall on Mo Ran's head, and there was no time at all.

Seeing this, Fan Ni finally smiled and said, "Boy, it's too late. Under the Futian Lift Blade Net, you will lose the ability to move instantly. At that time, you will be prepared to bear the anger of these countless powerful gods, haha."

When he was so proud, Fan Ni laughed wildly, Yan Ping, Meng Lei and others were also happy. At this time, the Black Flame Sword and Yuanming Blood Moon Wheel could not play any role at all. Although this "Futian Liubing Net" is just a top-grade artifact, it is much different from Mo Ran's two heavenly artifacts, but its flexibility is not easily crushed by ordinary heavenly artifacts.

Looking at it, everyone was ready to take action. After Mo Ran was covered by the "Fu Tian Liu Blade Net", they would rush up to control Mo Ran as soon as possible.

While flying, Mo Ran heard Fan Ni's declaration of victory proclaiming his defeat, but he turned a deaf ear to him. He ran away suddenly. Mo Ran's sweat began to slide down his forehead, and in his heart, he was counting something silently.

"Hundred meters, no, closer."

"Ninety meters, eighty meters, it's almost done."

When Mo Ran was about fifty meters away from Fan Ni, Mo Ran's xiong mouth was already low enough to rub against the ground. At this moment, Mo Ran's mind moved slightly, and the illusion array technique quickly formed on his fingers, and then~

"Boom~"

In an instant, a thunder sounded, and the scene in everyone's eyes suddenly changed. It seemed that time had stopped at this moment. The most terrifying thing was that Mo Ran under the "Futian Liubing Net" instantly lost his trace.

"How is that possible?"

Everyone was shocked and took a breath of cold air. Yan Ping and Meng Lei, who were the fastest-reporting, suddenly realized that something was wrong. Just as they were about to turn around, they heard a cold voice suddenly sounded beside Fan Ni.

"Futian Liubing Net~, a good thing, I want it."
Chapter completed!