Villains: The Empress Master was poisoned, and the traitor was ecstatic

"die!"

The old man roared and punched out.

A huge golden fist shadow with a height of thousands of feet tore through the void, carrying a trace of the power of the Holy Master Realm, and blasted towards the golden-winged roc.

"Damn it! This old man is too strong! I can't, I can't!"

The golden-winged roc kept complaining.

"You are such a bird, with such a big head, how dare you say you can't do it?"

"This old man is nothing more than a divine sense. At most, he only has the strength of the Holy Master Realm, and he has no weapons! The three of us joined forces to kill him!"

Chu Mo looked at the retreating golden-winged roc, snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, sacrificed Bi Yao's whip and Yinhun sword, and went straight to the old man.

Baguio's sword whip was entwined with streaks of silver light, drawing brilliant and eye-catching tracks in the air, like a silver dragon, roaring out, straight to the old man's forehead!

The Silver Soul Sword also bloomed a bright sword rainbow. Above the sword rainbow, there were hundreds of meters of long blades shining coldly, exuding a breathtaking and murderous intent!

The power of the two holy soldiers is extremely terrifying, and the sword energy is like a sea wave, and it is a vast expanse!

The old man looked at the sword glow coming from the culling, his eyes narrowed, and he smiled coldly: "A youngster who really thinks he dares to challenge me with two holy weapons in his hand? You want to die!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand to grasp falsely, and five sharp golden lights burst out from between his five fingers.

These golden lights are like living things, rapidly changing into various shapes.

In the end, it turned into five ferocious and ferocious giant knives, facing thousands of sword lights.

"Boom!"

Thunder suddenly exploded between the sky and the earth, and layers of air were torn apart and flew in all directions.

The two collided together, making a deafening roar, and waves of air swept away.

Fortunately, the golden-winged roc joined the battle in time and helped Chu Mo contain this tyrannical force. Otherwise, Chu Mo would not be able to bear it at all, and he would easily be seriously injured by backlash.

Both Chu Mo and the golden-winged roc were affected and were overturned to the ground.

When the old man saw this, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his figure turned into a shooting star, rushing towards Chu Mo.

Chu Mo gritted his teeth, kicked his legs vigorously, and jumped into the air like a cannonball.

The old man snorted coldly, clenched his right hand into a claw, and grabbed Chu Mo's chest fiercely.

Horrified, Chu Mo hurriedly ate an infinite blood recovery pill, and hurriedly ran the Mosha Shura Palm, and his whole body was instantly enveloped in a purple-black light curtain.

Mosha Shura Palm is the only holy skill he has cultivated to perfection. Because of this evil martial skill, Chu Mo dare not use it in the right place, so he has been unable to exert its power!

But at this moment, he couldn't care less!

The vision of yin and yang in Tai Chi heaven and earth manifested again.

The yin and yang blended together, and the powerful yin and evil power crazily surged from the Tai Chi world, causing the small black sword in the sea of ​​consciousness to sing, and gathered in Chu Mo's palm in an instant!

And the patterns on Chu Mo's right hand also reacted, and the unicorn chirped.

With a slap, a large palm with black demonic energy whizzed out and hit the old man's five fingers fiercely.

"boom!"

With an explosion, the magic palm collided with the old man's palm.

The old man's face changed suddenly, his body staggered back, and there was severe pain in his palm.

Taking advantage of this moment, the golden-winged roc flew up, flapping the vitality of the world with its wings, turning into a hurricane, bringing up afterimages, and slashing down at the old man.

"what!"

The old man let out a miserable howl, and was slashed in the chest by the golden-winged roc's halberd, sending his whole body flying.

The old man's face turned pale instantly, and blood spurted out wildly.

At this time, Bai Luo's figure flew towards him from a distance, and with a flick of the white bone staff in his hand, wisps of strange fragrance hit him.

This fragrance contains a poison that corrodes the soul, even if it is contaminated by the masters of the Holy Master Realm, they will be confused for a while!

"Old bug, weren't you just awesome!"

The Golden Winged Roc gained power and was merciless, swooping towards it, waved the Golden Winged Roc fan and slammed it down fiercely.

The old man's complexion changed drastically, and he hurriedly avoided, but the golden-winged roc was so fast that he was not given any chance at all, and the golden Fangtian painted halberd struck the old man's back fiercely.

"Clap!"

A crisp bone cracking sound resounded.

With a miserable howl, the old man flew upside down, and his body collided with a boulder thousands of feet high.

Cracks spread across the boulder.

The old man was lying on top of the boulder, spitting out blood.

With that move just now, he had been severely injured.

Chu Mo, Bai Luo and Jin Chi Dapeng looked at each other with joy in their eyes.

The sneak attack just now caused the old man to be seriously injured, and he was attacked by the golden-winged roc just now, his current strength must have been greatly reduced!

Killing you while you are sick is the common principle of the three of them!

Ever since, the three of Chu Mo didn't hesitate anymore, and rushed to the side of the boulder quickly, raising the weapons in their hands together.

"Clang!"

There were three metal impact sounds, and the weapons of the three pierced into the boulder unexpectedly.

This time, there is no suspense.

Accidents still happen...

The chirping of gold and iron inside the boulder became louder and louder, and circles of ripples visible to the naked eye rippled around.

It was the sound of metal rubbing against each other, perhaps the sound of weapons colliding.

Neither Chu Mo nor Golden Chick Dapeng expected this to happen, so they couldn't help being stunned.

There was a strange light in Bai Luo's beautiful eyes, as if she was thinking about something.

what's the situation?

The small black sword that had been grown into a palm-length in his own sea of ​​consciousness suddenly rushed out of the sea of ​​consciousness and grabbed his head?

And one hit kills, the old man doesn't even have a chance to scream!

Directly absorbed this ray of divine sense!

"Knowing the sea and hiding the sword, the sword guards the gods, the master is really amazing!"

The golden-winged roc exclaimed, and immediately looked at Chu Mo, his eyes filled with admiration.

The Sea of ​​Consciousness is the place to nourish the soul and store memory; if the Sea of ​​Consciousness has been cultivated to a certain level, even if the body dies, it can be taken away, and it will be reborn with flesh and blood in a single thought!

But the sea of ​​consciousness is fragile, and it is not easy to cultivate. It is even more difficult to manifest the real thing like Chu Mo!

Ordinary monks would ask a great supernatural being to ask for a ray of divine soul to be injected into the sea of ​​consciousness to protect him like the Taixuan Shengzi, but there is also a big disadvantage in doing so, which is almost equivalent to giving the other party the key of their own house. The other party can enter at any time...

Therefore, in the eyes of Bai Luo and Jin Chi Dapeng, Chu Mo's method of knowing the sea to hide the sword and suppressing the gods with the sword is really too heaven-defying.

"Hey, did you kill Tian Dayong?"

At this time, a flat boat pierced the sky and came to the crowd.

A handsome young man in a green robe stood on the bow of the boat, overlooking the crowd.

Chu Mo and the others were startled when they heard the words, and looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Fuck! It's really you guys!"

Tian Wenjing didn't wait for them to answer, he had already seen the dead body of Taixuan Shengzi lying aside.

"Are you also from the Taixuan Holy Land?"

Chu Mo raised his eyebrows and asked in a deep voice.

"Oh, Taixuan Holy Land? Remember my name, Tian Wenjing of the Tian clan, here to take your leader!"

Tian Wenjing said proudly.

"Tian Wenjing?"

Hearing this, Chu Mo smiled crookedly, as if thinking of something very pleasant.