Chapter 3102: Destroying the Magic Armor

On the battlefield, Mo Yan's severed arm suddenly released an extremely violent force.

"What a powerful force!" Everyone felt this power, their eyes trembled violently, and they exclaimed.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Immediately afterwards, Mo Yan's severed arm began to tremble, constantly releasing waves of mad power, forming ripples of energy visible to the naked eye in the air, which was very terrifying.

"Huh?" Nie Tian felt this power and couldn't help but frown, and said two words in a deep voice: "Enchantment!"

What Mo Yan released at this time turned out to be a very powerful enchantment force.

"His severed arm is really weird. It turns out to be a powerful seal!" The next moment, Nie Tian understood immediately, his eyes trembled, and he said in a deep voice.

Before, he felt that there was a strange aura in Mo Yan's severed arm, but he did not expect that it would be a severed arm.

"It is indeed a seal!" At the same moment, the Ghost Emperor's voice rang out, saying: "This guy has a very strong character. He actually broke his arm to seal it and gathered strength. This method is almost self-mutilation. But when the broken arm seal is released, In an instant, his power can explode and reach a new level!"

"I speculate that when his severed arm seal is completely released, his strength will directly increase by two levels, or even three levels!"

When Nie Tian heard the Ghost Emperor's words, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes and was filled with surprise.

"Boom!" The moment the Ghost Emperor's voice fell, Mo Yan released a powerful aura all over his body. It was so majestic that everyone present could clearly feel the terrifying aura.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yan's severed arm actually grew back in an instant.

And his momentum began to surge in an instant.

level one!

Two levels!

Level three!

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Mo Yan's strength suddenly increased by three levels in an instant, from a fourth-level pseudo-sage to a seventh-level pseudo-sage.

The Ghost Emperor was absolutely right. Mo Yan used self-mutilation to break his arm to seal, gather strength, and seek a breakthrough when the seal was broken.

"How is this possible?" The crowd's eyes trembled violently when they saw the scene on the battlefield, and they were extremely horrified.

A pseudo-holy warrior's strength suddenly increased by three levels. Such a scene would be impossible to believe if one had not seen it with one's own eyes.

Then, everyone reacted and began to exclaim.

"Oh my god, Mo Yan's strength has actually been upgraded to the seventh level of pseudo-sage. It's really terrifying!"

"Mo Yan's cultivation level is already higher than that of Yingyan Pojun. It seems that it's hard to say who will win this battle."

"This magic word is really powerful, and he has been hiding his strength all this time. It turns out that he is the strongest among all the Naturally Chosen Ones!"

People's eyes trembled, shocked by the strength of the magic words.

Everyone in Shifang Rakshasa Hall looked very excited with their eyes flashing hotly.

The increase in Mo Yan's strength was terrifying, even beyond the expectations of Huang Chu Elai and others.

On the other side, the people in the Jueying Temple had solemn expressions on their faces, obviously worried about the Shadow Flame Pojun.

The battle between Mo Yan and Shadow Flame Pojun is not only a battle between two people, nor is it just a battle of natural selection. On a certain level, it is also a collision between the two superpowers of Shifang Rakshasa Temple and Jueying Temple.

The two of them now represent the faces of the two major temples.

However, the expression of Ying Qianyu, the master of Jueying Palace, was very calm. He raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth and said in his heart: "With such strength, it is impossible to fight against Po Junxing."

Ying Qianyu knew very well how strong the Yingyan Pojun was. A mere magic word was no match for the Jueying Pojun star.

"Yingyan Pojun, do you still dare to say that you can defeat me with one move?" At this time, Moyan stepped out on the battlefield with a strong momentum and spoke loudly, with arrogance in his eyes.

Everyone's eyes trembled and they immediately looked towards Yingyan Pojun.

Just now, Yingyan Pojun said that he could kill Demon Yan instantly with one move, which was quite powerful.

But now that Mo Yan's strength has reached the seventh level of pseudo-sage, if Yingyan Pojun still says that, it would be too arrogant.

"Mo Yan, your strength is indeed beyond my expectation." Yingyan Pojun looked at Mo Yan, smiled faintly, and said, "But I still only need one move to kill you!"

The faint voice was full of extreme arrogance.

"Yingyan Pojun, you are too arrogant!" Mo Yan was despised again, and became completely angry. He roared, extremely violent.

"Hmph!" Yingyan Pojun smiled faintly, and then his figure moved. He was flying above the battle platform, with an aura as strong as a mountain and a sea. He looked down at Mo Yan and said coldly: "Mo Yan, it's not that I am too arrogant, but you. too weak!"

"Shut up!" Mo Yan was completely irritated and roared violently. Then his figure moved and slapped out a palm wildly. Thousands of magic words' curse seals appeared in the void and turned into sinister ghosts in the air, instantly covering the entire battlefield. tower.

At this moment, everyone heard an extremely sinister howl, as if there were countless ghosts undergoing execution among the endless sinister ghosts.

"So strong! He is indeed a seventh-level pseudo-sage!" Everyone's eyes trembled with horror.

The magic words were able to burst out with such terrifying power in an instant, which surprised everyone.

"Hmph!" Yingyan Pojun felt the pressure coming towards him, but he laughed and said, "Moyan, do you only have this kind of strength?"

His voice was not loud, but in Mo Yan's ears, it was like a sharp blade and extremely harsh.

"Looking for death!" Mo Yan roared like a mad monster, and suddenly the sinister ghost in the void became extremely violent, like a raging wave, pressing down on Ying Yan Po Jun!

"Po Jun Magic Armor, open!" At this time, Ying Yan Po Jun roared, and then his body shook, and a momentum against the sky surged up, like a volcano that suddenly erupted, and the violent force instantly enveloped his whole body, and outside his body, it condensed into an incomparable giant!

Po Jun Magic Armor!

Ying Yan Po Jun did not give Mo Yan any chance at all, and directly used his most powerful trump card!

"Die for me!" The next moment, Ying Yan Po Jun's eyes turned cold, and he let out a fierce roar like a beast, and then his whole body was violent, Po Jun Magic Armor punched out, and a violent force directly hit the endless sinister ghost.

"Boom! Bang, bang, bang..." Then, a huge fist fell, and the power of crushing withering and rotten wood burst out, and the sinister ghost shadows were like the dead leaves in the storm, and they shattered one after another.

"Don't kill me!" At this moment, Mo Yan felt the real breath of death approaching, his eyes couldn't help but tremble, and his heart was extremely frightened.

He never dreamed that the strength of Ying Yan Po Jun was so strong.

He wanted to resist, he didn't want to die, but at this time, everything was too late.

"Boom!" The next moment, the huge fist fell down with a bang, directly submerging Mo Yan's body, and then hit it heavily on the battle platform.

The entire battle platform shook violently, and then a huge pit with a radius of one kilometer appeared, and huge cracks appeared around it.

"Hiss-!" At this moment, everyone took a breath of cold air, and then fell into a deathly silence!