Urban Medical God

Chapter 3351: Get out of trouble

Xuanyuan Moxie stared at him, as long as he was seriously injured and the former beheaded with a single sword, he could not resist it, and he would definitely die.

"Youxie Slaughter Soul Banner, suppress it for me!"

At the critical juncture, Mo Xueming waved his big hand, with a skull totem printed on one side, and the gloomy banner suddenly flew out.

Jie Jie!

The black and suppressed devilish energy soared into the sky from the soul-slaughtering banner. In the devilish energy, there were countless ghosts and ghosts, demons and evil spirits, constantly emitting sharp laughter, which was creepy.

Wow!

The overcast wind blows, and between the sky and the earth, a gloomy area is suddenly covered. The sky is covered with dark clouds and the sun is covered. It is reckless, and there is only a dark ghost.

"This...this is!"

"Youxie Slaughter Soul Banner, this is the magic weapon of the Emperor Yuan Palace! How could it be in the hands of Mo Xueming!"

In the distance, Ye Chen saw this scene, his eyes were extremely shocked.

This Soul Slaughter Banner, he had seen it before, was obviously a magic weapon of the Emperor Yuan Palace, but he didn't expect it to fall into the hands of Mo Xueming at this moment.

"Could it be that Mo Xueming actually cooperated with Emperor Yuandian?"

Ye Chen only felt incredible. It seemed that Mo Xueming was secretly concealing himself from behind, and he had other plans.

"Youxie ghost spirit, kill the soul!"

Mo Xueming chanted the curse again and again, the ghostly soul-slaughtering banners descended on the head of the Great Emperor Yiwen, strands of wronged souls burst out frantically, and the ghosts cried and howled, and rushed to the Great Emperor Yiwen.

"what!"

The Great Emperor Yiwen let out a scream, and in an instant, his body was severely entangled by thousands of evil spirits and thousands of ghosts.

The countless evil spirits and ghosts were constantly devouring his true essence, and his whole body was consumed rapidly.

Without enough energy and blood, it is impossible to perform the demon disintegration method at all.

"Qingtianrenhuang pen, break it for me!"

At the juncture of life and death, the Great Emperor Yiwen waved his hand and summoned Renhuang's pen to break the shackles of the Slaughter Soul Banner.

"Hmph, you are surrounded by evil spirits and want to survive? Die to me!"

Mo Xueming snorted coldly, and the Magic Jue squeezed, and the spiritual energy urged the Soul Slaughter Banner.

Suddenly, the spirit of the soul-slaughtering banners was blazing, and the evil spirits were like gangrene attached to bones, like ants and locusts, densely covering the whole body of Emperor Yiwen.

In just a blink of an eye, the Great Emperor Yiwen was completely swallowed by the evil spirits, all his vitality and blood were lost, and he became a dry bone.

Xuanyuan Moxie, Ye Chen, and others, as well as the many disciples of the Heavenly Dao Palace, and all the guests on the ground, witnessed this scene and were shocked.josei

The crowd that was still chaotic just now was completely silent, and everyone was stunned.

A generation of great emperors, the disciples of the ancient saints in the legend, took the mission of enlightening the world, the great ambition, the great ideal of Yiwen the great, unexpectedly just like this, was swallowed by evil spirits and turned into a dead body.

"Woo!"

The Qingtianrenhuang pen, lost its owner, let out a mournful cry, fell from the sky, fell heavily to the ground, and pierced straight into it, like the Optimus Prime, constantly vibrating and buzzing, seeming to be wailing.

"Ah, the magic flame is raging, and the holy way does not exist!"

"I am not reconciled, not reconciled!"

"Your Majesty, take revenge for me, take revenge for me!"

"The one who killed me, Mo Xueming is too!"

A series of loud and sad voices vibrated in the void.

This is the surviving will of the Great Emperor Yiwen, resonating with the ancient merits, making the final desperate grief.

Rumble!

His voice was communicated rolling, and with the resonance of ancient merits, it directly reached the upper realm.

Mo Xueming's face suddenly changed. He used such a cruel method to kill the Great Emperor Yiwen. This is a complete offense to Xuan Ji Yue. If he rises to the upper realm in the future, I am afraid Xuan Ji Yue will not make him feel better.

"This Mo Xueming is worthy of being the Lord of Shura."

"What a ruthless method, it's not a human being."

"I'm afraid that only the legendary master of the heart demon is so cruel."

"If he defeats Xuanyuan Moxie today, I'm afraid the entire kingdom of God will be shrouded in his magic power."

On the ground, everyone was whispering, with a hint of panic in their voices.

Mo Xueming's methods are really terrible, it doesn't matter to kill people, but with such a cruel method, the evil spirits are surrounded by evil spirits, and they are devouring people's lives.

"Humph!"

Mo Xueming put away the Soul Slaughter Banner, and did not make any surprises.

Since he proclaimed himself the "Master of Shura", he decided to use any means to kill all enemies, and finally cut off all cause and effect, soar to the upper realm, and get rid of the fate of chess pieces.

"Hey!"

At this moment, a crow called, mixed with the sound of rolling thunder, suddenly resounded through the sky.

But when he saw Emperor Yiwen's favorite beast, the Scarlet Thunder Crow, his eyes suddenly became fierce, and he rushed toward Mo Xueming.

Wishes of devilish energy, madness diffused from the Scarlet Thunder Crow.

Rumble!

In the next instant, the devilish energy exploded, and the entire Scarlet Thunder Crow exploded into a cloud of mushrooms in the sky.

The violent explosive air wave slammed towards Mo Xueming.

"not good!"

Mo Xueming's face changed wildly, his attention had been on Emperor Yiwen, but he had ignored the existence of the Scarlet Thunder Crow.

At this time, the Scarlet Thunder Crow witnessed his master's tragic death, and was actually buried in his body, resorting to the great method of disintegrating the devil, desperately sacrificing himself, and also wounding Mo Xueming.

Mo Xueming knew very well that even though the strength of the Scarlet Thunder Crow was only the eighth layer of the Heavenly God Realm, it was far inferior to the Great Emperor Yiwen, but once he exploded, he would definitely be injured.

Xuanyuan Moxie on the side was staring at him. Once he was injured, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Talisman Tyrant Sword, Edict!"

At the critical juncture, Mo Xueming sacrificed a talisman, but on the talisman, there was a trace of Heavenly Origin Qi, constantly rolling.

Chi Chi Chi Chi!

Fu Zhao sacrificed, a fierce flying knife, with shocking domineering, instantly broke out.

"It's actually a talisman from the Heavenly Book of Tyrant Sword!"

"This guy, where did the heavenly book talisman come from?"

"Could it be that the legendary tyrant sword heaven book is actually in his hands?"

Everyone was surprised when they saw this scene.

The Overlord Sword Book is one of the four books of the "Sword, Sun and Moon". The Sun, Moon and Book of Heaven are all in the Diyuan Hall, but no one knows where it falls.

At this moment, Mo Xueming~www.mtlnovel.com~ suddenly sacrificed the Heavenly Book Talisman of the Tyrant Blade, which shocked everyone.

That flying knife slashed across the air, suddenly disintegrating the self-explosive wave of the Scarlet Thunder Crow.

"call……"

Mo Xueming breathed a sigh of relief, and finally was not injured.

On the other side, in the dungeon, under the blood of Xiao Huang, the chain on Xia Ruoxue's body was finally melted!

"Miss Ruoxue, are you okay?"

Xiao Huang's tone is a bit weak, and a lot of blood is burning. He is quite tired and needs time to recuperate and rest.

"Xiao Huang, thank you very much, I'm fine, let's go!".

Xia Ruoxue stood up, got rid of the shackles of the chains and regained her freedom.

However, she was detained for a long time, and her blood was confined. Even if she was out of trouble at the moment, she was very weak and had no fighting power.