Doomsday magic cultivator wandering the heavens

Chapter 132 133. You are so outrageous, it must be great to enter the soul banner!

Lying in the grass and looking at the defense line pulled up by the regular army not far away, Chen Mo only feels tired now.

In fact, even in his current state, if he insisted on paying the price, he could still break through this line of defense drawn up by ordinary regular soldiers, but if he forced his way out like this, the gain would outweigh the loss.

And in the days to come, he will be hunted down by the authorities all the time.

This world obviously has extraordinary power, and the strength is not low at present, let alone offend the official forces, generally speaking, such official forces are the strongest.

In other words, only the strongest can become the official power.

"Ugh."

Chen Mo sighed, turned his head and walked towards the battlefield where the battle was taking place.

Since you can't avoid it, you can only face it positively.

Since we have to face it positively, the most important thing now is naturally to restore mana and heal injuries.

I hope that these two groups of people can compete with each other, then Chen Mo can benefit as a fisherman.

As soon as Chen Mo returned to the battlefield not far away, he happened to feel the birth of a huge breath in that camp.

This breath is like a god but not a god, like a person but not a person, and has some elements of a devil, and it is like a four-faced image.

"This world is outrageous. I always feel that as long as these guys think about it, their strength will gradually increase."

Feeling the aura rising all the way from vaguely present to analogous golden elixir, Chen Mo finally couldn't help but complain.

Just at the stall where Chen Mo complained, a golden dragon appeared above the camp out of thin air.

As soon as the golden dragon appeared, it immediately caused a strange phenomenon in the world, with billowing dark clouds and bursts of thunder.

Before Chen Mo could be shocked, a huge sun appeared in the sky, dispelling the dark clouds, vaporizing the lightning, and crushing the golden dragon.

The moment Nahongri appeared, the Rizhu in Chen Moling's platform shook, as if he felt his authority had been shaken, but this Rizhu was just a beggar's version of the spirit treasure after all, without wisdom, so it also It's just a vibration.

However, it was this shock that made Chen Mo wake up.

Looking at where the golden dragon and Hongri come from, it's just two powerful auras colliding.

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"I'm going, it's the artistic conception of stream-of-consciousness martial arts!"

Chen Mo recognized it on the spot, what exactly is this thing.

He has never thought that martial arts are low-end, after all, as far as he knows, there are many high-level martial arts.

The heart sword he forged to guard his spiritual altar bears the shadow of stream-of-consciousness martial arts.

And looking at the situation, the stream-of-consciousness martial arts in this world can easily enter the realm of Jindan.

It's even faster than cultivating magic ways by yourself!
Since it is so easy to use, it is natural to use it. This is the discipleship of Chen Mo's Wuxiang Sect.

Once took Daoism, Buddhism now takes this stream of consciousness martial arts as a matter of course.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo rolled his eyes.

Take it to heart immediately.

First wait and see what happens, seize the time to restore mana, and then help one of them and kill the other.

It is best to be able to directly receive it into the soul streamer.

As for who to help, Chen Mo has already thought about it.

Help whoever is weak.

After all, sending charcoal in a timely manner is commendable.

The icing on the cake is superfluous.

Of course, the most important thing is that this person uses the future sun as the artistic conception, which happens to match the sun bead, which shows that this thing is destined to be with him.

I threw him into the soul-refining pennant to refine it, and I have an introduction when I use the sun bead in the future, so I don't need to use the golden light of morality to restrain the sun bead all the time.

Of course it wasn't because Chen Mo was envious of the special effects of the Golden Dragon Artistic Conception.

After that, he ascended to the heavens, with a golden light of morality on his head, and a golden dragon in his body. I'm afraid it's not a fairy who will praise a virtuous man when he sees it!
Shaking his head, he dispelled the random thoughts in his heart. His own soul was damaged, and the heart sword of the mind-keeping ape was broken. Now Chen Mo's thoughts are extremely easy to diverge, not to mention, and it is especially easy to be tricked by various illusions and artistic conceptions.

When the heart sword is not broken, even if the grade of the heart sword is not high enough to prevent the artistic conception of these two strong men, at least it will remind itself that it has already been tricked.

We must quickly solve this hidden danger. Chen Mo even felt that his behavior of running away and coming back later was like a crazy behavior, which was also affected by this aspect.

Chen Mo lowered his body again and began to refine his aura.

He has also discovered that the source of spiritual energy in this world is these gods, and he doesn't know the reason.

Around the gods of this world, there will naturally be a large number of branded auras flowing out.

At this moment, because of the distance in the grass where Chen Mo was crawling, the concentration of aura has risen several levels.

Now, even if these auras require Rizhu to go through a process, Chen Mo's mana can be recovered quickly.

It is estimated that Chen Mo will be able to join the battle soon, but Chen Mo's current body may not be able to fight for a long time.

Chen Mo is recovering his mana here, and Commander Zhu and An Tong in the camp have also reached a fever pitch.

Commander Zhu looked at An Tong with stern eyes, a temporary defeat could not dispel his will, if his will was so easily frustrated, then he would not have brought martial arts to the present stage.

All the willpower in his body gushed out, and the majestic aura kept shaking!

Even the air around him began to fluctuate rhythmically.

He is one of the strongest in this country, he naturally has his own pride, his pride is that he can fight against ordinary third-level gods alone!

His hands are placed in front of his body, his left hand is above and his right hand is below. His hands are bowed and bent like a dragon.

Since he has been successful in boxing, he has seldom put on a boxing fight anymore!
Putting out this fist now means that he is going to go all out, even if it is a small psychological hint that he does not want to let go of this fist.

The strength of the fist surges upwards, and the strength rises from the ground! ,

An invisible dragon energy rose up, enveloping Commander Zhu's body, twisting all the strength in his body into one.

Then all this was poured into his right fist, and his right fist shook slowly.

A phantom of a dragon's head appeared on his fist, his left hand shook slightly, and a phantom of a dragon's tail appeared on his left hand.

The dragon fist danced, and Captain Zhu didn't make any sound, but the sound of the dragon's cry resounded in the hearts of everyone who was paying attention here.

"Yan!"

The dragon's roar resounded through the nine heavens!
Commander Zhu jumped up out of thin air, and he really looked like a dragon in the eyes of everyone at this moment.

He is confident that this punch will kill gods and Buddhas!
"Roar!"

The dragon chant turned into a dragon roar.

Even the ground couldn't bear his aura and began to crack open one after another, as if there really was a dragon hovering over the ground at this moment, and the ground couldn't bear the weight of the dragon and collapsed.

Shenlong swims for nine days!
All the gods retreat!
"Very good! Very strong, that's it!"

An Tong knew that in the face of this terrifying attack from the dragon, his own half-assed divine power would definitely not be able to withstand it.

However, his hole card has never been the divine power of the future.

His hole cards were given by these five trump cards, their own strength.

Even if this power can only be used once.

Don't you like to take other people's achievements?
Then when facing your own strength, can you still maintain that indifferent attitude?

An identical golden dragon appeared from behind An Tong.

Even the giant dragon behind An Tong was even bigger, because this giant dragon not only possessed the power of Commander Zhu, but also the power of Commander Zhu's subordinates.

Although it is not as pure as the Shenlong released by Commander Zhu, it is definitely an overwhelming advantage in number.

Bang!
As soon as the two dragons came into contact, Commander Zhu felt his blood surge.

The strength of his Shenlong fist was forcibly broken, and the remaining strength on the opposite side directly shook him violently all over his body.

After retreating tens of meters in a row, he finally slammed into a tank hard, denting the tank in a human shape, and managed to stop this wave of offensive.

It's just that at this moment, Commander Zhu's injury is so serious that he won't even be able to get out of the sunken tank for a while.

"Hmph. Commander Zhu, it doesn't feel good to have his own things taken away by others!"

An Tong sneered, even if he became a god, he is no longer the original him, but this memory, this kind of powerlessness, he will never forget it for the rest of his life!

He stretched out his right hand, and a golden flame appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Heaven belongs to the domain of God. I don't think you want to go to heaven, so I can only wish you go to hell soon."

After speaking, An Tong waved his right hand, and the flame was instantly stretched like a long whip of flame with the shaking, abstracting Commander Zhu.

"Drip, drip, drip, drip!"

The horn of communication between the hunters sounded.

All the dripping sounds converge into one sentence, that is.

Protect the head!

Figures in protective suits poured out from all directions.

Flying Dragon Nine Heavens!

Flying Dragon Nine Heavens!

The God Hunter, who can use Dragon Fist, directly released his fist strength.

One after another, the golden juvenile dragons struck towards the flame whip.

Naturally, their vigor is not comparable to this kind of Jindan-level divine power.

However, this fist power condensed by human willpower is worthy of being the most powerful force against gods.

The gap between the two was so great that relying on numbers, flesh and blood, and that fierce fighting spirit, they forcibly crushed the flame whip.

It's just that flesh and blood can't compete with this divine power after all.

For a while, blood splattered everywhere, and a strange smell of meat began to spread.

One by one, the god hunters who lost their arms left without saying a word.

Then there were other god hunters on top, and they had to leave, not only to heal their injuries, but also to prevent themselves from making trouble here.

They who have lost their defenses continue to stay on the scene, and may be converted into petitioners at any time.

"Damn! Damn! Why do these hypocritical guys make you work so hard! Why!"

Seeing the scene in front of him, An Tong shouted like crazy, and at the same time he summoned clusters of flames.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
Collide with the golden flame with your body!
Before he learned how to punch, he rushed towards An Tong with the jet ion sword in his hand.

After An Tong slaughtered a large wave of Godhunters, his body trembled slightly, and even the speed of summoning the flames was a few beats slower.

This impending heroism made An Tong's heart, which had already been transformed into a demon, tremble.

He finally stopped using Shenhuo, but reached out and grabbed a Godhunter.

His eyes were full of indignation and puzzlement.

"Why! Why are you working for these damned superiors!"

An Tong questioned the God Hunter who was caught in his hands.

This God Hunter had already lost two arms in the battle just now, he knew that he was powerless to fight again, and he would definitely die.

So he answered An Tong's words for the first time: "Your name is An Tong, right? I have heard about you, I know what you have gone through, I will not teach you, but I want to ask you, what do you do now?" What is the difference between what those people did to you and what those people did to you? Oh, there is still a difference, what you do will involve more innocent people!"

After the God Hunter spoke, divine power flowed into his body along his wound, and his body began to transform into a petitioner.

Without any hesitation, he directly detonated his willpower, blowing up his brain into a paste, so dead that he couldn't die anymore.

"No, everything I do is meaningful! Why, they want to do this to me! Why can't I resist? Now that I resist, you tell me that I was wrong! Why, you get up! You get up tell me!"

One of An Tong's eyes turned black for a while, golden for a while, and even colored for a while, just like the kaleidoscope toys in childhood, with endless changes.

As his mind tangles, the divinity and humanity within him begin to clash.

An Tong is entangled, but others are not entangled. The God Hunters are firm-willed. They understand that they are not fighting for any high-level, nor are they fighting for the so-called human beings. They are just to let their relatives continue to fight. Fight to survive in this world.

This world is not beautiful, but there is always something beautiful, and this is enough for them to fight for it.

The god hunters followed one after another, no one spoke, no one retreated.

The real succession, the real devotion to death, this kind of performance, even Chen Mo was a little moved.

Of course, it's just a little moved, if Chen Mo is really dedicated like these people, then let's wash up and sleep first, there is everything in the dream.

Even Chen Mo can achieve it by sacrificing himself for others.

Originally, when Chen Mo saw the defeat of the strong human being, he had decided not to intervene in this matter.

It's just that this special god named An Tong, with its strange behavior and changes, and the aura he sensed through spirituality, Chen Mo knew that he had encountered a freak again.

Human nature is forcibly transformed into divinity through extreme will. Is this kind of thing really a god?

How is it different from the devil?It's just a difference in the use of energy, and it can be called a god head.

This kind of monster-like thing is what Chen Mo is best at dealing with, and his self-confidence emerges spontaneously.

Now that he is sure to deal with this god, his own mana has also been recovered in sevens and eighties.

Then it's time for Chen Mo to appear on the stage. At that time, it's not too much to ask for the dragon-like will cultivation method, right?
He stood up, patted the weeds and leaves on his body, and took out the golden light of morality on his head.

"That young man over there, you seem to be very confused."

The spiritual (magic) teacher Chen Mo made his debut.

(End of this chapter)