Peerless God Lord

"Are you kidding? How can you absorb the blood of so many powerful Martial Emperors?"

Su Mo's face twitched and he said speechlessly.

Even if there were really so many powerful Martial Emperors in the Cangqiong World, he would not be able to massacre them and let the demon spirits absorb them.

"Of course it's not a joke!"

The demon spirit's voice was slightly solemn as he said: "It doesn't have to be the blood of Martial King Realm warriors. If there are one million Martial King Realm warriors or 100 million True Mystic Realm warriors, that's fine too!"

Uh~~

Su Mo was stunned when he heard what he said. The other party was really exaggerating more and more.

Damn it!

Millions of Martial King Realm warriors?

One hundred million True Profound Realm warriors?

This is really treating human lives as cabbage. If he really kills so many people, what is the difference between him and the devil!

"This is impossible!"

Su Mo shook his head and said, "However, if you kill someone in the future, I will leave the blood to you!"

"Why!"

Seeing Su Mo like this, the demon spirit couldn't help but sigh, and then fell silent.

He did not force Su Mo to ask anything, because he also knew that for a normal warrior, few people could accept such massacre.

But he believed that Su Mo would change his mind soon.

Afterwards, Su Mo put away the magic sword and left the mountain.

The secret of killing has been absorbed by the demon spirit, and there is no longer any secret power on this peak.

However, Su Mo's perception was sharp, and he noticed that a very faint trace of mystical power gradually appeared on the mountain peak.

In the world of fighting souls, the secrets on every secret mountain will gradually disappear whether they are understood or absorbed, but they will slowly recover after disappearing.

Of course, this recovery process is extremely slow and will take ten years to fully recover.

Therefore, the Soul World will only be opened once every ten years.

After leaving the mountain, Su Mo flew aimlessly in the void, looking for other powerful Mysterious Mountains.

Su Mo didn't understand much about the secret of killing, but fortunately the demon spirit said that he could understand this secret from the demon sword in the future.

If this is the case, he will look for other powerful mysteries.

In addition, Su Mo had not found the whereabouts of Wushan and was a little anxious.

His main target this time is Wushan.

Spiritual consciousness came out like a tide, searching in this empty space lined with mountain peaks.

Su Mo's Nether Demon Eye Martial Spirit was also activated to the extreme, and he kept scanning in all directions.

While searching, Su Mo was also thinking secretly that people like Shangguan Hao, Dugu Sheng and others had powerful means of saving their lives.

As the young master of the Huangquan Demon Sect, Wu Shan probably has powerful life-saving means. Even if he finds the opponent, he may not be able to capture him.

He must find a way to capture the opponent with certainty after finding the opponent.

Su Mo flew very fast, passing over the mysterious peaks.

Some warriors on the Mysterious Peak immediately frowned when they saw Su Mo arriving. They breathed a sigh of relief after Su Mo left.

Time flies, and three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Su Mo searched for three whole days, but still could not find Wushan, nor did he come across any mysterious peaks that interested him.

Boom!

On this day, Su Mo was wandering in the void, and he heard a dull roar coming from a very far away place.

"Someone is fighting!"

Su Mo's eyes flashed, and he immediately flew towards the source of the sound.

Not long after, Su Mo saw the situation ahead.

I saw a tall Mysterious Mountain in the distance, which was dozens of feet taller than the Mysterious Mountain of Killing.

The turbulent power of mystery soared into the sky from this mountain peak, causing the space within a ten thousand feet radius of the mountain peak to continue to be destroyed.

This secret is extremely special. It seems to have the power to destroy the heaven and the earth. Wherever the power of the secret strikes, everything disappears and the aura of destruction fills all directions.

And near this mountain peak, five people were fighting.

To be precise, there were four people working together to fight one person.

However, the four people who joined forces were no match for that one person, and they were losing ground.

This person is none other than Zhan Luan, who is ranked number one on the Ten Thousand Honors List.

As for the four people who fought against Zhan Luan, none of them were weak. They were Linghu Xingchen who was ranked fourth on the Ten Thousand Honors List, Taiyi who was ranked seventh, Beitang Lin who was ranked eighth, and Yin Zong who was ranked ninth.

When the four of them join forces, their power can be described as earth-shattering, especially Linghu Xingchen, who is very powerful.

It is worth mentioning that Linghu Xingchen's weapon is actually a spiritual sword like Su Mo.

Next to Linghu Xingchen, he controlled seven spiritual swords. The seven spiritual swords were cold and shining with bright starlight.

Under his control, the seven spiritual swords turned into a small sword formation, constantly strangling Zhan Luan.

Linghu Xingchen was the main force attacking Zhan Luan, and the other three people only assisted from the side, cooperating with Linghu Xingchen's attack.

However, although the four were powerful, they could not shake Zhan Luan at all.

I saw the tall and majestic Zhan Luan, standing proudly in the void, with purple light shining on his body. Every punch from his fist as big as a casserole hit the ground like a meteorite, crushing the attacks of Linghu Xingchen and others. Fragmented.

Linghu Xingchen and the others kept retreating, being suppressed and beaten by Zhan Luan, and completely fell into a disadvantage.

"Hahaha!"

Zhan Luan's arrogant laughter resounded, with a look of disdain on his face, and his steps seemed quite relaxed.

"You losers also want to fight me. I can crush you with only my physical strength!"

With an invincible self-confidence on his face, Zhan Luan soared into the sky, condescending, and struck down hard with his iron fist.

The fist was as heavy as a mountain, shaped like a cannonball, and the huge force of the fist destroyed everything in front of it.

Seeing this, Linghu Xingchen and the four people immediately joined forces to resist.

Linghu Xingchen's seven-handled spiritual sword surrounded the city in a circle, spinning rapidly, connected with Qi, and quickly faced Zhan Luan's fist power.

Taiyi and Beitanglin also launched powerful special moves. Their sword energy soared into the sky, cutting the sky in reverse, and their finger light pierced the air and penetrated the void.

The four people's attacks met Zhan Luan's fists like an overwhelming force, and then they clashed with each other.

Boom boom boom! !

Earth-shattering explosions resounded throughout the world, and Zhan Luan's fist was so powerful that it instantly crushed the four people's attacks to pieces.

Linghu Xingchen’s seven spiritual swords didn’t even know where Beng Fei had gone!

After Zhan Luan's fist power destroyed the attacks of Linghu Xingchen and others, the remaining fist power immediately hit Linghu Xingchen and the others.

Puff puff! !

The body-protecting profound energy on the four people was also shattered, blood spurted out from their mouths, and their bodies were thrown back.

"Hmph! Vulnerable!"

Standing proudly in the sky, Zhan Luan suddenly looked sarcastic when he saw the people below who had been injured by him.

It's not that he is arrogant, it's that his strength is already unmatched among the younger generation, and no one can make him take him seriously.

If this young generation, including the demon clan, only the Dragon Prince of the East China Sea is qualified to compete with him.