The Merry Evil Emperor of Another World

Chapter 872 Cotton palm!

Seeing that the Manticore was about to walk in front of Chu Mo.

Before Chu Mo stood up, the little guy and the two girls were ready to rush away.

There are sixty moments between the fingers, but all of this is completed in this moment.

Chu Mo got up, yes!

After punching with all his strength, Chu Mo now stood up unsteadily.

"Husband..." Zixuanyu stood behind Chu Mo with her long sword tightly in her hand, her eyes filled with tears.

Nianyan takes the little guy with her, and her body is covered with pure white light elements. As long as she is willing to use a little mental power, this area will be covered by her light elements. The light element is said to be among all elements, The one with the strongest defensive ability, if she just wants to defend with all her strength, she can resist the eighth-order monster Manticore for a few minutes, which is enough to take Chu Mo away smoothly.

The little guy imitated Chu Mo, showing four sharp and white teeth with a grin, all the hair on his body stood on end, lying in Nianyan's arms, his little peas-like eyes fixed on the person who was walking towards Chu Mo Manticore.

"Don't come here, as I said, let's see how I can kill the eighth-level monster manticore!" Chu Mo didn't care about the manticore that was about to approach him, turned his head, and showed confidence to the two women and the little guy said with a smile.

"Oh..." High-level monsters are all intelligent, even the Manticore, who is in the state of beast instinct after being stimulated, can understand what Chu Mo said just now.

Facing such an arrogant little human being, the mighty manticore was furious. With a loud roar, he sped up his speed and was about to pounce on Chu Mo.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Chu Mo stood still suddenly, his long black hair moved without wind, an invisible gas seemed to wrap around Chu Mo's body, and waves of seemingly absent breath came from Chu Mo's body Spread out in all directions.

The supreme aura of majesty wrapped around Chu Mo's body, he was floating in the air at this moment, his strong body was outlined in the tight black warrior uniform.

The pitch-black eyes were deep and cold, and at the moment they were blooming with a breathtaking cold light.

"Mianzhang..." Chu Mo's voice seemed to be as ethereal as if it was nine days away, and as clear as it was right in front of your eyes.

It was just two words, but the two women and one beast behind them felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

This powerful force is almost comparable to the strong murderous aura emitted by the battle with the seraphim that day.

But there is no strong murderous aura in this aura, there is only absolute confidence and absolute majesty. Hearing these two words, one has an irresistible thought deep in the soul.

What he says is right, and what he does is sure to succeed.

Similarly, on the opposite side of Chu Mo, the eighth-level monster Manticore felt a completely different atmosphere.

It was the breath of death.

Hearing the word "cotton palm" seems to have been linked with the word "death".

In the manticore's crimson pupils, he saw Chu Mo lightly raising his right palm.

As if looking at a lover, he gently sent a palm forward.

This palm was radiant, reminding Manticore of the happy times in the past.

How it became king of this forest, growing in power...

But soon, these good memories are like dead leaves blown by the wind.

The oncoming scene is all blood red.

In the stillness, in the stillness of the forest...

All the monsters died, blood flowed everywhere, and bones were everywhere, and there were disgusting maggots crawling on those bones...

Among the many bones, stood a person.

a man!
A man dressed all in black.

His hair is black, as dark as his clothes, and the sky is blood red, gradually turning dark, showing a dark red background. This man, slender, stands among the bones, as if a lonely The king, he looked at the manticore, and his eyes couldn't see the manticore, yes, couldn't see.

As if blocked by a layer of black mist...

A large amount of black mist appeared between the sky and the earth, and the man merged into the black mist, his hair was pitch black, his clothes were pitch black, the black mist was also pitch black, and the sky and the earth were pitch black.

Manticore felt that the world became smaller all of a sudden, he couldn't see the surroundings, he couldn't see the end, there was darkness everywhere...

It roared angrily, but it was useless...

Any magic attacks it issued disappeared, and the huge coccyx spurs swept back and forth, but it was all air, and the darkness still shrouded it.

"It's time to send you on your way..." A cold voice sounded from the black mist.

The manticore's crimson pupils immediately looked away, only to see the man appeared again.

The straight figure stood in the darkness, like the master of the darkness.

The long black hair is like a frantic waterfall, hanging naturally on the back of the chest.The resolute cheeks were as if cut by a knife, and although the pair of eyes were tightly closed, they seemed to emit two extremely sharp beams of light, making everyone who looked at him feel thrilling!
This is an invisible temperament.Even if it spans the ages, it is that kind of indestructible fighting spirit!
Who is this man?

The manticore felt powerless. It suddenly realized that it couldn't see through the man in front of it. What kind of magical power does he have?
He is simply a bottomless black hole, absorbing the energy around him, he is omnipresent and omnipotent, any attack is just a supplement to him...

He moved, extending a hand, the right palm to be precise.

A white and tender slender palm, looking at this palm, it doesn't look like a man's, but more like a woman's hand.

If other men stretched out such a hand, they might feel very uncoordinated, but when he stretched out that white, tender and slender palm, there was no incongruity at all, only absolute power.

A palm, a light palm, the corners of his mouth raised, revealing an evil smile, and he uttered two words from his lips: "Mianzhang..."

The name is so soft, the outstretched palm seems to match the name, and pats it out with one palm.

Just like facing a beloved lover, Manticore only felt a chill on his forehead.

The crimson pupils that were the size of a light bulb looked up, and a white shadow quickly flashed away from its forehead.

Then a large amount of blood-red liquid erupted from its forehead like a fountain...

It just felt that it wanted to sleep very much and was very tired, and then its pupils as big as light bulbs slowly closed, and there was a loud bang, and the two-meter-high manticore fell heavily to the ground.

Its expression was very flat, as if it didn't know that death had come before it, and it fell to the ground as if it had fallen asleep.

The blood sprayed for a long time, and the bright red blood dyed the surrounding ground red, exuding a bloody, evil smell.

(End of this chapter)