Mohanhai is the supremacy of the Mozu. For tens of thousands of years, it has been trying to lead the children of the Mozu into the world, harming mankind, and occupying the world.
Luo Lingxing is a peerless genius in the world of self-cultivation. In just a thousand years, the cultivation base has reached the period of Mahayana, and the distance from soaring is just one step away.
Mohanhai led the demon to attack, Luo Lingxing led the human cultivator to resist, and fought with the demon for a hundred years. It was a huge war, it was a tragedy of life. The people live better than they die.
Finally, it was Luo Lingxing's self-destructive original body, which died together with Mo Hanhai, which brought bright and new hope to mankind, a scene that all mankind will never forget.
On that day, the weather was clear and there were no clouds, as if the war in this century had never existed. The sky was blue like never before.
Luo Lingxing and Mo Hanhai each occupy a hill, looking at each other.
The man with the negative hand standing on the top of the mountain has a very handsome look. Under the sword brows is a pair of black and bright eyes. At the moment, the person looking at the opposite side has a sharp, strong nose bridge, and the red lips are tight at the moment. , A white gown, set him off like an immortal immortal, elegant and elegant.
This is Luo Lingxing, the young leader of the realm.
The man opposite him was a little rough, wearing a black coat. Except for a face that didn't clearly see the expression, everything else was hidden under the black coat, giving a very uncomfortable dark feeling. It is the demon's supreme demon Hanhai, and the main offender in this attack.
"Today, let's make a conclusion. If you lose, take your children and roll back to the Devil Realm!" Luo Lingxing lightly opened his thin lips, and his cold voice fell like a pearl on the jade plate, in the hearts of everyone present Echoed.
"Then if you lose? Do you want to put your hands on the whole world?" Mo Hanhai chuckled, his voice slightly hoarse, like sanding sandpaper, he could not help but frown.
"I won't lose!" Luo Lingxing still has no expression and no sound in his voice, but his temperament and eyes have changed, making people intuitively believe what he said.
"Haha ..." Mo Hanhai suddenly looked up at the sky and laughed as if he heard the big joke.
Because in his view, although Luo Lingxing is a leader in the cultivation field, after all, he is only a thousand years old, even if he has reached the Mahayana period, he will definitely not be his opponent. Such a word is tantamount to a fantasy. It will only become a laughing stock.
Seeing his esteemed ridicule, the children of Mozu kept leaning forward and backward, and the laughter spread across the mountain all at once, but Luo Lingxing's expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't hear it.
"I won't lose, and you won't win." Luo Lingxing suddenly lifted his thin lips, but it was a pity that only he could hear the voice of this sentence.
In the next second, Mohan Sea and Luo Lingxing, who were originally standing on two mountain peaks, immediately fought together. The battle of the people who cultivated high was also a torment and pain for those who cultivated low. After all, those people did not conceal their coercion when fighting, and these alone made many innocent people unable to eat it.
However, even if they were physically uncomfortable, they had no intention of leaving, and they looked up hard to watch their leader fight with the Demon Supreme for them.
Judging from the cultivation level of the Demon Supreme, it is also in the Mahayana period, but he can reach this period much longer than Luo Lingxing, so the experience is also richer than Luo Lingxing. The battle between the two is obviously a demon. Hanhai leads the pack.
"If you surrender now, how about I spare you and appoint you as my general?" Mo Hanhai throws the bait to lure Luo Lingxing, but he gets a bad deal. One stroke attack.
Mo Hanhai seemed to be annoyed by Luo Lingxing, and he became more and more ruthless.
Luo Lingxing knew that if he went on like this, he must lose, but he still said that, "I won't lose, and you won't win."
This time the sound is enough for both people to hear.
"What are you going to do?" Mo Hanhai suddenly looked at Luo Lingxing with wide eyes, and there seemed to be a trace of fear in his voice. "Don't you die?"
Mohan violently gave Luo Lingxing a blow, and no matter whether he hit it or not, he planned to take the opportunity to stay away from him, but unfortunately, he was stopped by Luo Lingxing who carried the attack.
"You're a lunatic, I won't let you go!" Mo Hanhai suddenly roared madly, but in any case could not do without the prohibition set by Luo Lingxing.
"Today is the day when the Demon Race was expelled from the world, burst!"
With Luo Lingxing's loudness, a deafening sound came from the air, and the huge impact of the explosion caused all the people watching below to kneel down, and some weak even spit blood on the spot.
The impact lasted for a whole hour. When the mountains returned to calm again, everyone found that the originally standing high mountain was razed to the ground, but the two who should have been fighting disappeared.
"Luo Lingxing exploded and died together with Mo Hanhai." An old man of the cultivation world murmured.
More and more people stood up, paid tribute to the great hero who saved the world, looked at the children of the Mozu with hatred, rushed over, and killed lifelessly, and finally drove the Mozu out of the world completely.
"A peerless genius has just fallen. It's a pity. It's a pity." An old man shook his head and sighed with regret in his eyes.
Another old man, looking at the distant horizon, suddenly said: "It may not be a pity that this world is destined to not retain him, he may be able to live well in another world!"