The big guy behind the curtain

Chapter 111 Massacre!

"Can't disperse, they will be killed by him one by one."

Soon, many powerhouses gathered together consciously to exert the greatest power of the holy weapon.

There are enemies everywhere, and Ye Mo has entered the most dangerous situation. If he is hit by a sacred weapon, he will be injured, and then he will be killed by a group attack.

The tyrannical power pierced through the space and hit Ye Mo's body directly, causing his blood to become disordered instantly.

There are also people who hide in the dark and play tricks.

It was too critical. This was different from the danger experienced by the ancient mine in the early days. This time, three holy artifacts were staring at it, and one was accidentally hit, and half of his life was lost.

But Ye Mo smiled brightly, like an innocent and ignorant child, joy from the heart, in the warm sun-like smile, he was ruthlessly reaping life.

With a sound of "poof", the fist imprint glowed and pierced into the chest of a half-step power. With a violent shock, he was instantly torn apart and died on the spot.

Ye Mo's eyes were almost red from killing, and he walked in the blood, killing all the way, the treasures were burning, the fists were brilliant, and he cut horizontally and vertically, bringing up a large amount of blood.

He was like a demon god, urging all kinds of treasures and scriptures, and the corpses in front of him fell down in large numbers. The blood of various creatures splashed high and fell on him, and he had already become a blood man.

Of course, Ye Mo himself has already been seriously injured, and if this continues, he really can't hold on anymore.

The dark clouds dispersed, and a clear moon reappeared in the world.

Under the moonlight, a layer of light gauze fell on the ground, wrapped in plain silver, Ye Mo had a slight smile on his delicate face, his breath was steady, and he couldn't see any murderous aura at all.

With one hand, he grabbed a strong man in the Dragon Transformation Realm.

With a light pinch, blood rained down, especially oozing.

At this time, the air was a little more stagnant, and more people were a little more fearful.

The sound of whimpering, the sound of fleeing in a hurry, and the faint sound of panting, all were clearly heard under the shroud of spiritual consciousness. Ye Mo turned into a swimming dragon, danced lightly, and harvested one by one.

"boom!"

The Dao vase was sacrificed and collided with Ye Mo.

There was a hazy halo all over his body, and he punched out, and the fighting holy method performed infinite Taoism, and even collided with the holy weapon face to face.

"boom!"

Ye Mo was blown away, blood was flowing, and his body was almost pierced. Fortunately, Chaos Qinglian appeared in time to protect his whole body.

"It's such a terrifying body, it's a person who can collide with ancient corpses."

Someone whispered secretly, apparently knowing who Ye Mo was.

A large area of ​​thousands of miles of rivers and mountains collapsed and was destroyed by the terrible war. It can be seen that the two incarnations became more and more courageous as they fought, and all the besieged and suppressed people were shocked.
A middle-aged man, dressed in black, was incomparably mighty, holding a phoenix fan, constantly slashing and slashing to a decisive battle with him.

But in just a few moments, he was pierced by Ye Mo.

As the war continued to erupt.

Ye Mo's whole body was stained red with blood, there were his own and the enemy's.

On the contrary, his Dao heart became more ethereal.

As a monk said, "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha keeps it in his heart."

Ye Mo realized his original intention in the constant killing.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer monks present, their eyes were surrounded by fear, they no longer dared to venture forward, they stayed where they were, what's more, they turned around and left, no longer interested in fighting.

The two incarnations looked around, dissipated and turned into spots of light.

Ye Mo quietly watched the enemy gradually retreat, his chest heaved and he did not stop him.

No need, he's not crazy, obsessed with killing.

Ye Mo returned to the original place, closed his eyes and meditated.

Hundreds of corpses are lined up here, but no one dares to approach them. Ye Mo, who sits cross-legged among the corpses and has black hair and a bloody coat, becomes the ruler here.

As he said first.

Who comes, who dies.

In the early morning, the glow of the morning glow shines down like pieces of gold, bathing people in warmth.

Xi Ran yawned and walked out of the room.

She glanced unconsciously, and saw the young man in white sitting quietly by the lake in the distance, his pale golden eyes flickering from time to time.

This is so fairy-like.

Not caught in the fireworks of the world, and exuding a natural and fresh breath, this heroic figure is enough to drive all the girls crazy.

Ye Mo stood beside the clear spring, full of Taoism.

At this moment, the breeze was blowing, the sound of rushing water came from the mountains and forests, the clear birdsong echoed here, and a few wisps of flowers fluttered from time to time, like a picture scroll, the person in the center of the painting is like an exiled fairy coming to the dust, extraordinary free from vulgarity.

For a moment, Xiran was stunned.

"what happened?"

Ye Mo asked, he stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Xiran's eyes.

"It's all right."

Xi Ran blushed and said in panic.

Ye Mo turned his head back, looked at the clear spring in front of him, and ignored it.

"The sun is rising, everything is beginning, and the energy of life is the most abundant. For monks, they are the best at cultivation."

He said lightly, and the target was Xiran who was yawning and planning to go back to sleep.

Xi Ran coughed twice, her face flushed.

"I'm not going back to sleep. I'm going back to my room to ponder the Taoism. After all, it's too profound and I need a quieter environment."

As she spoke, she smiled and ran back into the house.

Only Ye Mo sighed.

"Dead wood cannot be carved."

Turning his head, he quietly looked at the nine-step ladder on the top of the mountain, with many thoughts in his heart.

"If I remember correctly, the Clumsy Peak that originally covered the sky looks like this place. Could it be that Wunian Temple is the predecessor of Taixuan Sect?"

"The time is too long, maybe it's not right. If this is the case, then an ancient bow is needed."

Ye Mo walked forward, the place was ordinary, almost desolate, like a wild land, full of admiration, ruined walls, endless rubble, overgrown wormwood, thorns everywhere, and even mountain roads disappeared.

"Great achievement is lacking, great surplus is rushing, and great skill is clumsy."

Ye Mo talked to himself, carefully pondering the twelve characters.

Among them, there was an inexplicable voice echoing, Ye Mo remained motionless, as quiet as a rock, listening to the wonderful sound between heaven and earth.

The door of Taoism is wide open, and there are many wonderful truths. There is no divine spring from the ground, no auspicious colors from the sky, only a simple inheritance, and a kind of Taoist rhyme circulating.

Ye Mo's heart is ethereal, united with Yufeng, baptized with nature, as if turning into a stone, a plant of grass, a vine on Yufeng, seeing the little things, the endless charm "all imprinted in his heart.

After a while.

"Something is missing."

Ye Mo frowned, his eyes were in a trance, he just missed the door, but he still couldn't understand the magic.

"The key, or rather, the ancient bow."

He was sure that the mountain was like a treasure, now locked up and a key was needed to open it.

At the same time, it takes a certain time to open the sealed treasure. Ye Mo estimates that there are still three or four days left. The time is not in a hurry, so you can wait.

At this time, outside the Wunian Temple, countless disciples looked at everything in front of them tremblingly. This place was like a slaughterhouse, the ground was stained with blood, and countless corpses were placed here.

At the same time, they received warnings from their elders not to tell all this.

These disciples cleaned this area silently. In just half a day, this land returned to the fragrance of birds and flowers again. Only a few traces of blood indicated that a great war had taken place here.

The old Taoist looked worried, his eyelids kept twitching, and he always felt that disaster was imminent.

"We must find a way to get them to leave, otherwise our Wunian Temple will face countless strong men."

　This chapter was originally chapter 110, but I accidentally typed it wrong.

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