Fighting Starts from Saving Yunyun

Chen Mo's face was calm.

"You're not moved?" The mysterious old man asked in surprise seeing that Chen Mo's eyes did not fluctuate.

"Of course I'm excited."

"But why are you"

"Because it will be mine soon."

When the words fell, not only the people below were taken aback, but the mysterious old man and Han Feng were also taken aback.

The mysterious old man sneered: "It seems that you still don't know your current situation."

"What's the situation?" Chen Mo also sneered, "Is it just based on your three-star Dou Zun's strength?"

Hearing this, the mysterious old man's complexion changed, but he didn't show his aura, and he was seen through at a glance.

"Okay, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, tell me who you are!" Chen Mo's eyes were sharp.

"It doesn't matter if I tell you, this deity is an eighth-rank pharmacist, and everyone in the world calls this deity Old Man Mu Gu." There was a hint of arrogance in Old Man Mu Gu's hoarse voice.

"Oh." Chen Moru suddenly realized, and immediately played with his taste: "It turns out that he is a strange disciple who was expelled from the teacher! Who am I?"

Contempt, naked contempt.

After hearing this, Han Feng felt a little gloating in his heart.

This is what the old man Mu Gu hated the most, his teeth were being bitten by him, and he said coldly: "Boy, I will definitely arrest your soul and suffer a thousand cuts."

However, as soon as his words fell, the Bone Spirit immediately burned Fen Jue's transcript with cold fire.

"Oh, I'm sorry, my hands are shaking."

Chen Mo's playful expression did not show a trace of trembling hands.

Han Feng's expression changed, and there was a hint of cruelty in Chen Mo's eyes.

Old man Mugu's face was ferocious, and his blood-red eyes looked like a madman. He had searched for so long before, just for Fen Jue.

Now that the Fen Jue has been destroyed, it is almost like taking half of the life of the old man Mu Gu, he said angrily: "You are courting death!"

The old man Mugu's figure dissipated, and the next moment, the space behind Chen Mo was distorted, and a withered sharp claw grabbed Chen Mo's head.

Chen Mo noticed the sound of breaking through the air, but he didn't hide.

Bang!

Just when the old man Mugu thought he was going to scratch Chen Mo's head, he only felt his sharp claws grasping a piece of fine steel, and the shock produced caused the bones of his fingers to break.

Accompanied by the low groan of pain, the figure of the old man Mugu appeared in the upper left behind Chen Mo.

The old man Mu Gu looked at the phantom of the demon god around Chen Mo with a sinking face, feeling extremely horrified in his heart.

He actually felt the breath of death on the phantom.

The moment the phantom appeared, everyone around felt palpitations.

"It's my turn now."

Chen Mo's figure flashed out, and his attack target was directed at Han Feng.

Because with his current strength, he could kill Han Feng.

Killing the old man Mugu is enough.

Seeing Chen Mo's figure flying towards him, Han Feng was flustered. Although he was the peak Douhuang, his real strength might not be able to beat those of his own class.

Not to mention, it was Chen Mo who had the strength to kill Dou Zun.

Chen Mo's speed was beyond Mu Gu's imagination, but he didn't mention Han Feng's resistance at all.

Just when Han Feng was about to die.

"Presumptuous!" A breath of a saint enveloped him.

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The sound of cold drinks resounded through the sky, followed by a majestic pressure that made people tremble from the bottom of their hearts.

This is the breath of the saints.

The momentum of the saint is unstoppable.

Bang!

The black mist emerged, and Chen Mo slapped the black mist with his palm, as if he had slapped a mountain. The strong counter-shock force made Chen Mo's blood surge up instantly, and he backed up several steps until the Wings of Freedom ejected. , just barely stopped.

"Ding, you can spend 21 luck points to snatch a half-sage."

When the system's prompt sounded, Chen Mo's complexion changed, and he quickly grabbed a handful of qi and blood elixir from the ring, stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it.

The black mist dissipated, the space behind became distorted, and a pale, withered hand protruded from the crack in the space.

Then, an old man dressed in gray and white clothes slowly stepped out of the crack and appeared in everyone's field of vision.

"Welcome Elder Guyou." Elder Mu Gu knelt on one knee in mid-air and said respectfully.

Han Feng, beside the old man in gray and white clothes, was also shocked. He didn't expect that the palace master who the old man Mu Gu said knew about it, and would send Er Tianzun from the Soul Palace to fight.