Weisheng Moran was not envious at all. This was clearly a shackle. Everyone was trapped in this loving prison, competing against one another, each more desperate than the next to be pure-blooded. Who had come up with such a setting?
The more she thought about it, the more terrifying it became!
The Huan Tian God Clan had been split off from Tianjiu. Perhaps this shackle truly ensured the purity of their bloodline, making it easier for them to merge into one in the future.
She was still dazed when Mu Zhi Youyou, as if seriously ill in the head, looked at Weisheng Moran and shouted sharply at Mu Zhi Momo, "I'll give you ten breaths. Tear her into pieces immediately, or I'll die with you!"
Weisheng Moran: "..."
She felt wronged to death!
Listening to that, it sounded as if she had actually done something.
"Youyou, I'll prove my love for you!"
Huh!
Mu Zhi Momo abruptly rose to his feet. When he turned back to look at Weisheng Moran, his eyes contained nothing but towering killing intent!
Boom!
He truly stirred the power of his Illusory God, forming a pale stone stele that came crashing down to suppress and kill Weisheng Moran!
With his strength, killing a third-derivative realm cultivator would take no more than an instant!
"Who dares touch my girl!"
Just then, an explosive roar came from behind Weisheng Moran. In an instant, ten giant swords shot out around her. The Decaphase Epoch Divine Swords carried thick white mist, with the power of the Decaphase Epoch at their cores!
Boom—!
Though it was only an instantaneous eruption, the Decaphase Epoch Divine Swords still shattered the other party's Illusory God stone stele!
Boom boom boom!
Mu Zhi Momo urgently summoned more stone steles to block them. However, he