Thundered

When Fang Mo's fingers touched the brush, he felt that his mind seemed to explode in an instant, and countless lightning bolts seemed to appear in it, especially, in the midst of the lightning, there seemed to be a figure like a thunder god, he was like a god of death in the world, high above.

The moment he "saw" this figure, Fang Mo felt as if he had been violently suppressed.

It seemed that he was not in the illusion, but right in front of him, and he stretched out his hands full of lightning and pressed them down fiercely.

"Kneel"

Suddenly.

A terrifying voice appeared.

Fang Mo looked around in disbelief, but suddenly found that he no longer seemed to be in front of the Cloud Tower, and the surrounding scenery had also changed.

His hand, which was about to touch was a terrible blade, as if it would be punctured if he put it down.

The main thing was that he had already felt the chill on the blade.

As soon as he gets closer, there will be boundless pain.

It was as if it was stopping him from moving forward.

And.

At this moment, the surroundings were like a temple, and in front of him was a terrifying giant, whose head was not visible, and what he was about to approach was the tip of a knife in his hand.

"If you want to stop me, I don't want to see if I'm qualified"

"If I let you live, you will live, let you die, and you will die",

"I'm invincible in this life"

Fang Mo's expression was calm, he was not moved at all, and leaned towards the blade, and then, he gritted his teeth fiercely and scooped his hand over.

It's too real.

All this in front of him was so real that he felt that all this was not illusory at all.

Even if he knew that all this was illusory.

That's why he needed to say that, show his guts, and cheer himself on.

Click

That is, the moment his hand grasped the blade, the statue in front of him began to gradually crumble.

Stones continued to shatter from him.

High in the sky, it seemed that two terrifying rays of light began to appear.

Those were two glances

The two gazes, almost like substance, seemed to be shocked to death on the spot if he stepped forward again, or grabbed the blade in his hand.

This moment.

Fang Mo's heart began to shake.

He is not a god, he will also be nervous, and there will be sudden moments, especially when all this in front of him is so real that he can't tell it, he can only rely on his intuition, but his intuition has been affected by the environment here, this temple, with a terrible majesty, seems to crush all people to death below.

God does not tolerate presumptuousness in front of oneself.

I don't know why this sentence suddenly appeared in his heart.

But.

At this moment, Fang Mo was a lot more relaxed.

"Since God can't be touched, then I'll knock you down, even God doesn't dare to knock you down, then Lao Tzu is still a fart" Fang Mo was furious, and said to the two terrible eyes in the sky: "There is a kind, come and split me"

Thundered

Thunder and lightning really started to appear.

It seems that as long as he is afraid of something, something will appear.

That's right, he was still very nervous, especially when this scene appeared in front of him, he had been in a very nervous feeling, when everything in front of him began to change, he really relied on his strong willpower to stand here, but now, this willpower seems to be useless.

A terrible thunderbolt began to appear, as if it were about to kill him on the spot.

The majesty of God is not to be offended.

"Dead"

In a trance, Fang Mo felt that a tone from ancient times had crossed time and space to come to him, and then, the voice seemed to be blocked.

At this time.

But he laughed out loud, like crazy: "You, what can you do to me"

"I'm going to take out this blade today, what can you do with me, what can I do?"

"When God stops me, I will kill God"

"The devil wants to stop me, punish the devil"

"If the whole world is against me, then I will slaughter the whole world, the world, who can help me"

At this time, Fang Mo's entire person's spirit seemed to be growing taller with his words, and that willpower seemed to be constantly decreasing.

As soon as he grabbed his hand, he grabbed the blade in his hand.

However, it was only then that he realized that it was not a blade at all, but just a brush.

Although there was a terrible willpower on it, he would not be affected again, and the moment he held the brush in his hand, the scene in front of him began to change dramatically.

The next moment.

He appeared in reality.

Moreover, he could still hear the words around him this time.

"Impossible"

"How is this possible?"

"No, no, no, he can't do this, absolutely impossible"

"This, this"

"How did he do it, how did he do it, he wasn't affected by that thing, why wasn't he affected by that thing"

"Gone, it looks like the first seat of our outer gate seems to be pretty good. ”

"Hehehe, now, if he can write his name again, I'm afraid he will break the record."

Among these voices, some are full of disbelief, some show a kind of helplessness, and some are a kind of relief, all kinds of tones, but there is no one tone, that is, disbelieving.

That's right.

There is more or less a color of worship in these voices.

Click, click, click

After the sound of footsteps, the people slowly left.

Then.

Accompanied by other people's voices: "These outstanding disciples inside the outer gate have actually retreated. ”

"No, I think I should have been shocked by the scene in front of me, so I had to retreat. ”

"It's an exaggeration, and they seem to have said something about the first seat just now, what does this mean, could it be that this guy is the first seat of the outer gate"

"Impossible"

"The first seat will inevitably go through a lot of tribulations, the most important thing is to suppress the top ten disciples of the outer gate and the top ten disciples of our miscellaneous servants and the first one, otherwise, who will obey him"

"But, didn't you see it just now, our first seat doesn't know when it left, and five of the top ten disciples of the outer gate also left one after another, and when they left, their faces were full of shock."

"It's shocking, really. ”

"That's right, this is the second person in eight hundred and seventy-two years who can hold the brush in his hand with all his might, and the last one is still the legend. ”

"Who the hell is this newcomer?"

In his ears, listening to these voices, Fang Mo's expression did not even change.