Chapter 5082 Jun Muyan, You Are Not Worthy! (One)

"The martial arts are immortal, and the human race will live forever!"

"The meaning of a cultivator's existence is to protect."

"Our own homeland, we will protect it by ourselves!!"

The mortals stared blankly at this scene, watching the monk who built the Great Wall with flesh and blood to block in front of them.

I couldn't help but burst into tears and cried.

I don't know who shouted: "The martial arts are immortal, and the human race will live forever!!"

The mortals held hands one by one, and surrounded the young children with the elderly and women.

In the eyes that used to be frightened and hesitant, now it is a decision that will never return.

They are always ready.

Once the line of defense of the cultivators is broken, they will protect the last hope of the human race with their own flesh and blood.

They are weak, but they will protect their homeland at all costs.

...

boom--! !

At this moment, a violent explosion sounded in the sky.

Originally, he had been watching the seventh-order ghoul ghost's blood pupils suddenly widened, and his expression had a grim look.

In the void, Yaori, who had already taken full advantage, actually had a crack.

The cold light of Yinyue was flourishing, and the nine stars quickly moved towards Yinyue.

Jun Muyan actually gained the upper hand in the battle with Mo Qingshan.

Or, for the first time, prevailed.

This is not so good.

The blood pupil of the seventh-order ghoul turned, and the evil calculating eyes fell on the battlefield below.

Instead of letting Jun Muyan survive, re-enact the rules and prevent it from occupying the world.

It is better to let Mo Qingshan survive.

Because it knows that Mo Qingshan is going to go to the main world through the gate of the sky.

Even if Mo Qingshan is stronger and more terrifying, the threat to it is not that great.

Thinking of this, the seventh-order ghoul disappeared in place.

...

Under the gate of the sky.

Mo Qingshan looked down at his chest expressionlessly.

There was a hole in there.

Unlike Jun Muyan's blood hole, in the blood hole in his chest, only a spar-like thing could be seen.

That is Mo Qingshan's [Rakshasa Heart], and it is also the core that carries his life and soul.

Only when the heart of Rakshasa is completely shattered and disappeared will his life end.

At this time, a crack appeared in the heart of Rakshasa, which was supposed to be invincible.

And this crack is still expanding and spreading, like a spider web.

Mo Qingshan stroked his chest, and the wound disappeared, but the crack on the [Rakshasa Heart] did not disappear.

A terrifying blue-black crack appeared on his face again.

A pair of icy blue eyes that seemed to be sluggish machinery fell on Muyan, and it was difficult to draw a complex expression on her face, "I was worried about the safety of the mortals and monks below, so was it all acting from beginning to end?"

"Because of the performance just now, the power of faith continues to provide you with strength. You pretend to use Kagura skills to heal and assist them, but you are actually accumulating energy, just to give me a fatal blow. Right?"

Mu Yan gasped violently, her face turning pale.

Sweat rolled down her forehead, merging with blood.

She did not answer Mo Qingshan's words, but quickly used the divine power in her body to repair her injuries.

The melodious sound of the piano came from not far away, making the nine stars in the sky even more sacred.

Mo Qingshan nodded slowly: "I take back what I said before, you are not a woman at all. In terms of cruelty, you are more than me... Have you ever thought about it, in this way, the seventh-order ghoul , will not let the following humans go."