Palace of Heavenly Kings

Chapter 1448 Killing is so Difficult

"What do you want to do, kid?" Zhao Wuji, who was lying on the ground, saw Chen Mo walking towards him, with a murderous intent hanging from the corner of his mouth, and said coldly: "Don't think that you can deal with me if you get the snow lotus from the beginning, Ba Huang Even if the disciples of the academy are seriously injured, they can kill you."

"Really?" Chen Mo asked back, and then changed the subject, saying: "I have no grievances with you, but you want to take my life. How can I be soft on people like you."

"Kill me?" Zhao Wuji laughed.

"Boy, you are so ridiculous. You have only become a god, and you still want to deal with me, a monk of the Dao. Haven't you heard a saying that everyone under the Dao is an ant."

After saying this, Zhao Wuji's face was extremely confident.

Daoist powerhouses are indeed more powerful than Huashen cultivators. Their physical bodies have already surpassed Huashen and comprehended the existence of Dao. He will look down on Chen Mo.

Si Meng, who was at the side, saw Chen Mo approaching Zhao Wuji, and felt a little moved, but she also nodded and said: "Little guy, it was me that caused your injury. Fortunately, you refined the snow lotus in the early days, and your body is safe and sound. I advise you to leave quickly. Zhao Wuji's strength is even stronger than mine, and you are a god-turning cultivator, so you can't deal with Zhao Wuji."

After hearing this, Chen Mo took a serious look at Simeng. She is like a heroine. Even if the self-explosive spirit sword is backlashed, she still has a natural and powerful temperament.

And her beauty can be regarded as one of the best, she is well maintained, her skin is white, and she looks pitiful under her pale complexion. Just by looking at her, Chen Mo has a good impression of her.

Because when she came to this world, Simeng was the first woman who treated Chen Mo well.

You know, as soon as Chen Mo came to Bahuang, he was arrested by Ye Hao to dig mines. There, Chen Mo saw the warmth and coldness of human beings. Everyone was selfish, but Simeng was unique.

Si Meng refused to give Zhao Wuji a treasure like snow lotus in the early days, but when she saw Chen Mo was seriously injured, she blamed herself for the fault, how kind.

Although she is called Chen Mo little guy now, Chen Mo is indeed a little guy in the eyes of monks of the same way, and Simeng is older than Chen Mo, and she thinks that Chen Mo is very interesting, so she calls Chen Mo a little guy, which makes Chen Mo I'm a little embarrassed.

Frowning, Chen Mo said: "A man can do something and not do something. Zhao Wuji almost took my life. If I can just walk away, then I am not a real waste."

After speaking, Chen Mo walked towards Zao Wou-ki, looking down at his angry face.

For some reason, Chen Mo had an intuition that even if the other party was injured, Chen Mo could not deal with it.

However, he is really deceiving people too much, it is difficult for Chen Mo to vent his anger if he does not kill him.

Taking out the Wuchen Xinyue Sword, Chen Mo injected spiritual power, and then looked at Zhao Wou-ki with great interest.

"You said I couldn't kill you, I still need to verify this."

As soon as his eyes flashed, the Wuchen Xinyue Sword carried all of Chen Mo's strength and stabbed towards Zhao Wuji. Wherever it passed, the power was infinite, and it fell on Zhao Wuji's chest as if it could penetrate everything.

"Damn, damned ants, don't let me recover, otherwise, I will tear you to pieces."

Zhao Wuji was furious, wondering what kind of person he was, yet he fell into Chen Mo's hands.

The point is, this guy is still an ant-like cultivator.

In his heyday, Zhao Wuji could stab Chen Mo to death with one finger.

If Zhao Wuji hadn't been seriously injured, Chen Mo's body would have been torn to pieces.

The blade landed on Zhao Wou-ki's chest, with a bang, Chen Mo felt that Wuchen Xinyue was about to let go, his mouth was numb, and his body backed up a few steps, his eyes were full of shock, looking at Zhao Wou-ki's proud smile, Chen Mo said in disbelief : "So strong?"

In the world of comprehension, Chen Mo could kill anyone with a single move, but it was so difficult, even impossible for him to kill a seriously injured monk here.

When did Chen Mo become a weakling?

"Haha... kid, don't waste your energy." Zhao Wou-ki couldn't help laughing out loud when he saw that Chen Mo was attacking him without any harm, and said disdainfully: "You still have time to escape before I recover my strength, but you will still die, I Zao Wou-ki has never been insulted like this before, and he will not be a human being unless he kills you."

"Oh!"

Chen Mo rolled his eyes and said, "Both left and right are dead, why should I run away?"

"What do you mean, you still want to attack me?" Zhao Wuji's face darkened. He originally thought that Chen Mo would run away when he saw how powerful he was, but in the end this guy wanted to attack him. Despite Chen Mo's bullying, this made him put his face there.

Staring at Chen Mo fiercely, Zhao Wuji said coldly: "Don't be shameless, offending me, Zhao Wuji, will only lead to death. If you can't kill me, you still have to attack me. This is just an ugly way to die for you. Don't Let me suppress your soul under the Nine Springs and never be reborn forever."

"Threatening me at this point?" Chen Mo pretended to be angry, but he was extremely depressed in his heart. When was it so difficult to kill someone, and the other party was seriously injured and unable to move, but he couldn't let Chen Mo kill him.

Immediately, Chen Mo picked up the Wuchen Xinyue Sword, aimed at Zhao Wuji's eyes and stabbed down.

This part is the weakest part among all people, if this can't hurt Zhao Wuji, Chen Mo can also leave.

Otherwise, staying here is a waste of time.

The sharp cold light emitted from the blade made Zhao Wou-ki a little afraid.

Simeng in the distance is a little afraid to witness, she knows Zhao Wou-ki from the bottom up.

Chen Mo's sword can definitely hurt Zhao Wuji's eyeballs.

Sure enough, as the sword fell, Zhao Wuji's miserable cry sounded very quickly.

"Ah~ stop it." Zhao Wou-ki's eyes hurt, and his eyeballs were about to shatter.

Blood flowed from the eyeballs, looking hideous and terrifying.

However, seeing the effect, Chen Mo smiled even more.

"Zhao Wou-ki, it turns out that you also have flaws. I can't kill you. I can mutilate your eyes, including your ancestral treasures. It's a waste to keep them there. It's better to cut them off."

When Chen Mo said this, he also had a lewd smile on his face.

He never relents when dealing with enemies, let alone someone like Zhao Wou-ki.

Just now he almost died in his hands, this enemy Chen Mo will always remember in his heart.

A sword fell, destroying Zao Wou-ki's first eyeball.

Between the heavens and the earth, there was the sound of Zhao Wuji's anger.

"Boy, report your name. When I recover from my injuries, if I don't kill the eighteenth generation of your ancestors, I won't be Zao Wou-ki, and everyone related to you will die."

"Ah~ don't... my life. Root!"

Under Zao Wou-ki's anger, Chen Mo directly destroyed his ancestral treasure. Resentment suddenly erupted from Zao Wou-ki. He stood up abruptly, with a fierce face on his face. Facing Chen Mo, his eyes were full of killing intent, "Damn ants, Take your life."

(End of this chapter)