Chapter 71: Quan Xing Butcher (Subscribe!!) The skull was as crisp as an eggshell as the spikes pierced through it, blood and brain matter splattered everywhere. After the spiritual light collapsed, the corpse demon just a few rounds, Quan Xing lost five people. The breath of death made every demon present feel palpitations and numbness in their hands and feet. Seeing that his method was ineffective, the short old man frowned and urged: "If you don't take action now, when will you take action?" "Stop making so much noise!" The graceful and pleasant opera voice was tinged with anger. The old man in white, wearing divine armor and transformed into Erlang Zhenjun, had blue eyes, a spell in his left hand, and a three-pointed, two-edged sword in his right hand. He leaped up, and his sharp breath swept in all directions like a knife blade. As the power of his faith grew stronger, the moment the spell was completed, a dense swarm of dog-shadow beasts rushed over madly. "Suppress the demon!" The old man in white wielded the three-pointed, double-edged sword, pouring all his strength into it. His intelligent eyes between his brows locked onto Jiang Mo, discerning his movements, and slashed down fiercely. "Boom!!!" The blade's light was golden and several feet long. Even the strong wind that spread out from the edge could tear apart all the air, with terrifying destructive power. "You are a fraud who has deceived the world and stolen reputation. Are you worthy of becoming a god?"

Jiang Mo shouted softly, and blue and white Qi surged around his body, suddenly condensing into a huge battle axe, nearly ten feet long. He dragged and fought the enemy, destroying mountains and rivers with his might, and his resolute spirit made him look like the true god Erlang who split the mountain to save his mother in the myth. The axe energy was thick and heavy, and the force was hard to stop. Hundreds of ferocious dog shadows were blown away. "boom!" "Qiang!" The battle axe and the trident double-edged sword collided violently, and the stalemate lasted less than half a second. The old man in white's pupils suddenly shrank, and his hands became paralyzed. He was unable to suppress the unexpected recoil force, and was instantly overturned, crashing into the rockery in the pond like a cannonball. He was in a mess, and even the divine armor that protected his whole body was cracked. At the same time, Jiang Mo was besieged by other elite soldiers, including an evil cultivator who had defected from Yesao Mountain. Mysterious Qi patterns flowed from his hands, and he tried to get close to him and leave a mark on him so that he could use his shape-changing nails to pierce his intestines and rupture his stomach. "boom--!" Jiang Mo frowned slightly, and suddenly his right hand exploded, throwing the battle axe at a terrifying speed. The evil cultivator had no way to avoid it and was smashed into a pulp. "Get out of the way, I'll refine him!" At this moment, another demon who had been accumulating strength for a long time roared angrily, and the bronze tripod under his control was filled with deep green flames, containing the toxins refined by the corpse. Everyone stepped back, and the man pointed the mouth of the cauldron at Jiang Mo. The ancient corpse-refining flames poured out across the sky, as if they were a living thing, staring at Jiang Mo and rushing forward. "Wow——!" A wave of blazing white energy rose into the sky, collided with the fireworks, and annihilated them. "call out!" In a flash, Han Suxiao made his move, and his afterimage disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already close to Jiang Mo. The dark icy mist froze the nearby air with his breath. "boom!" A scarlet murderous light flashed in his old eyes, and the power that erupted from his withered body was not inferior to that of the old man who had reached the state of godhood. He struck Jiang Mo in the chest with a single palm, and even more powerful energy splashed out.

"boom!" Jiang Mo used his hand to block Han Suxiao's fierce killing moves one after another, muttering innocently: "Why do you hate me so much?" "Han Ming died very quickly. He was smashed into a pulp without any unnecessary torture. As a father, shouldn't you be thankful for that?" "I will kill you." Stimulated by the harsh words, even though Han Suxiao's heart was bleeding, he never lost his composure. Instead, he became more cautious and perceptive. The two fought for nearly ten rounds, which was as dangerous as a meat grinder. The demon was frightened and dared not get close. However, the blood and energy of the two sides were completely different. One was old and the other was at the prime of his life. After a short fight, Han Suxiao's hands were covered in blood and had multiple fractures. He used ice to stop the wounds and was gasping for breath. "boom--!" After a series of killing moves, Han Suxiao gradually showed signs of weakness and was exposed. Jiang Mo grabbed his wrist, rushed forward, and followed with a whip-kick. Even with the ice blocking it, the blow still hit the chest head-on. The skinny old man was unable to absorb the force, and his body violently retreated and hit the wall of the courtyard, spitting out blood, his internal organs shaking, and his tendons twitching. At this point, the four demons who stood at the top of the world, except the old man in red, had all been defeated in their battles with Jiang Mo and were unable to gain the upper hand. "call out!" Just when all the monsters were trembling with fear, Jiang Mo's afterimage swept across the battlefield and suddenly enlarged in the pupils of the man who released the ancient corpse-refining flame. Before he could react, five slender fingers grabbed his throat and with a crisp sound of twisting, the demon's head drooped and he was no longer able to breathe. "Young man, don't be so arrogant!" The shrill opera voice was heard again. The old man in white had completed a new performance at some point. The mask was replaced, and his divine armor was removed. Erlang Zhenjun turned into Houyi who shot down the sun. A longbow burning with flames, with a sharp, narrow bone arrow on it, was pulled to its limit by him, revealing its sharp edge. "call out--!" The old man in white let go, and the arrow shot out, piercing through the void, as fast as a stream of light. "Boom!" The arrow pierced through Jiang Mo's body, but there was no blood gushing out, nor any Qi flowing out. It was just a dead afterimage, completely empty. "what!!!!" The fat rich businessman howled like a pig being slaughtered. He was also an extraordinary person, belonging to the horizontal training faction, with a body full of fat wrapped around muscles. He should have great strength and strong ability to withstand blows, but when he was distracted, Jiang Mo tore off his arm and he knelt on the ground and curled up in pain. "No goodbye." Jiang Mo stroked the top of his head with his five fingers. The fat man was trembling with fear, tears streaming down his face, and he looked at his companions and begged bitterly. "Buzz!" The entire head was turned into Qi and the body fell in a pool of blood. "Huff" a slight breathing sound quietly dissipated. The red-shirted old man, who had been silent for a long time, let go of his crutches, and pure true energy emerged from his body. Unlike the others, he did not have any incredible means, he was just a warrior who had tempered his life to the extreme.

"call out--!" Without any unnecessary nonsense, the old man in red took action directly, crushing everyone with a speed that made Jiang Mo cautious. "boom!" His punches were fierce and focused on the vital points. The gust of wind he created was fierce and fierce. His arms, which looked as dry as firewood, overwhelmed the whole audience with their power. "boom!" Jiang Mo fought back, his arm trembling slightly, and was actually knocked back a step, slightly surprised. The old man, on the other hand, retreated more than ten meters, his face horrified. Just one strike and the difference between the two was clear. "My dear seniors, I have him under control!!!" A sudden scream broke the silence of the whole place. The person who spoke pinched a black talisman between his fingers. Countless black shadows evolved into tentacles, spreading all over the ground, tightly pulling Jiang Mo's shadow. "kill!" No one dared to miss such a good opportunity, especially Han Suxiao, the old man in red, and the old man in white, who all rushed forward. "You controlled me?" Jiang Mo laughed, his body turned into Qi, no longer restrained, he raised his hand and brought it down, nearly a hundred blazing silver chains fought with the three Quan Xing old ghosts. He immediately turned his hunting eyes to the demon who used the shadow to restrain his body, and said calmly: "Come, I'll give you a ride." "Quick! Stop him." The caster was terrified and anxiously took out several talismans one after another, preparing for defense. "late." Jiang Mo stepped forward like a ghost, the talismans between his fingers kept burning, and before releasing their fierce power, he pressed his five fingers on his chest. The next moment, the sharp energy of the golden sword tore through the body, and the man shattered into a pool of corpse pieces. The talisman was grabbed by Jiang Mo, who exerted force with his palm and crushed it into dull powder. The battlefield in the rear was in chaos. Under the suppression of the fiery silver chains, the monsters had no place to stand. Those who were exhausted were hit by the chains one after another, and their fragile bodies were strangled. The three Quanxing elders and Han Suxiao each used their own methods. Even Jiang Mo had to admit that he could not do anything to them with just the chains of the control objects. "boom!" Three huge corpse demons hung high in the sky. Taotie, a mountain-sized toad, and hideous worms condensed into a black mist, which overturned and fell down. Their power suddenly doubled, trying to corrode Jiang Mo's will. "If I hadn't used your hand to see if I could eliminate all three corpses, would you have had a chance?" Jiang Mo stared at the short old man on the side and suddenly felt murderous. In fact, this man was much weaker than the other three old ghosts and could be killed in an instant. Thinking of this, he did not hesitate at all. He formed seals with his hands, and twelve blazing fire qi emerged from behind him and instantly transformed into flaming swords. "Old man, you like to get in my way? I'll have fun with you." The words fell. The technique is complete. Jiang Mo waved his hands wantonly, pointing to the location where the short old man was. Twelve flame-forged Qi swords tore through the sky, unstoppable.

(End of this chapter)