The thousand-armed ghost mother howled and cried, as if she had been wronged.

Chen Mo looked a little embarrassed, fortunately there was no one, if someone saw it, he would definitely feel that he had chopped the thousand-armed ghost mother.

By the time the Thousand-Handed Ghost Mother had cried enough, there were already many small puddles on the ground.

For the first time, Chen Mo believed that women were made of water.

These tears are the same as those of SpongeBob SquarePants.

"Lord Demon King, I'm sorry, my subordinates are too excited to control their emotions. The Thousand-Handed Ghost Mother said embarrassedly.

Chen Mo shook his head: "It doesn't matter, what realm of strength are you in now?"

"Lord Demon King, his subordinates are just ordinary people now. ”

The Thousand-Armed Ghost Mother said, and began to tear up again.

"Back then, the subordinates completely sealed themselves in order to escape the pursuit of the enemy, because there was no demon king and your demonic energy nourishment, so for thousands of years, the seal could not be broken, and the hands of the subordinates only cut one less one. ”

"It's so miserable, let me see. Chen Mo said, his eyes widened, and a golden light enveloped the thousand-handed ghost mother.

In less than a second, the golden light dissipated, and Chen Mo was sweating profusely, his face was pale, and he was shaking.

The village chief's exploration technique is very advanced, and it is said that when he cultivates to the highest level, he is sharp-eyed and can perceive all illusory truths.

According to the normal situation, Chen Mo's strength during the foundation building period did not even have the qualifications to show it.

However, ordinary monks only have one dantian, but Chen Mo has three, and in the upper dantian at the center of the eyebrows, spiritual power is gathered.

In other words, although Chen Mo is only a foundation building monk, his spiritual power is already comparable to that of a Jindan monk, which can only be seen for a second.

Under the golden light in a moment, Chen Mo discovered that the true body of the Thousand-Handed Ghost Mother was a jellyfish.

No wonder so much water!

There should have been a lot of tentacles, but they were covered with knife marks, and they were indeed cut off.

Moreover, the Thousand-Handed Ghost Mother's body does not have the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, which means that she is now an ordinary person like the bead on her neck.

"Only my demonic qi can allow you to break through the seal?" Chen Mo thought for a moment and asked.

The Thousand-Handed Ghost Mother nodded respectfully: "Yes, Lord Demon King." ”

"How can I have demonic energy?" Chen Mo asked again.

The Thousand-Handed Ghost Mother was stunned for a moment and shook her head.

It is estimated that no one in the entire Demon King Army can answer this question.

The Demon King's demonic aura is a secret.

Not only the thousand-armed ghost mother, but there are too many people in the Demon King's army, all like her, relying on the Demon King's demonic energy to grow and become stronger.

Therefore, the Demon King Army has never mutinied.

"Lord Demon King, ...... your current strength," the Thousand-Handed Ghost Mother asked cautiously.

In the past, this was taboo.

But now, time has passed, and Chen Mo is not exactly the previous Demon King, so naturally he will not be angry because of such a sentence.

"I've just built the foundation, and I haven't learned the exercises yet. Chen Mo replied.

The thousand-armed ghost mother sighed with emotion, how powerful the demon king was at the beginning, but now he has become a little monk who has just built a foundation.

"Lord Demon King, your subordinates will always be by your side, never give up, waiting for you to make a comeback, re-lead the Demon King Army, and subvert the Three Realms!" said the Thousand-Handed Ghost Mother.

"I'm going to Shuangqing City now. Chen Mo said.

"Lord Demon King, why don't you go to me first, I have a private jet that can take you to Shuangqing City. Everything under your subordinates belongs to you, Lord Demon King!" the Thousand-Handed Ghost Mother hurriedly expressed her heartfelt feelings.

Compared with breaking the seal, everything in the world can be abandoned—— of course it is best not to give up!

Chen Mo was stunned when he heard this.

From this luxury car, it can be seen that the thousand-armed ghost mother has mixed well over the years, but she still didn't expect that she actually had a private jet.

This thing doesn't just have to be rich, it has to have a certain status.

"This ......" Chen Mo hesitated.

Before he was sure that the Thousand-Handed Ghost Mother was really loyal, Chen Mo didn't want to put himself in danger.

"Lord Demon King, please believe that your subordinates, no matter how the years change and time passes, your subordinates are absolutely loyal to you!" said the Thousand-Handed Ghost Mother, with a sad face, and the mist in her seductive eyes could fall down at any time.

Chen Mo touched his nose: "That ......"

"Phew!"

Before Chen Mo could speak, a cold voice came: "In broad daylight, such an ugly thing happened?"

With a bang, a figure quickly rushed out of the woods, instantly blocking between Chen Mo and the Thousand-Hand Ghost Mother.

This is a monk who holds a vajra sword in his hand and has spiritual power fluctuations on his body.

He looked angry, and pointed his long sword at Chen Mo: "You ...... As a monk, you are actually obsessed with the affairs of men and women, and she specializes in doing shameless deeds in the mountains and wilderness! This sister should not panic, she is among the immortals, and she will definitely cut this evil man under the sword to protect you!"

Thousand-Handed Ghost Mother: "???"

Chen Mo: "???"

Xiao Zhuzhu: "Baba, this bad uncle is so ugly." ”

Chen Mo looked at this crooked-looking monk who was so ugly that he could cry, and when he saw the other party's black and thick nose hair, he had an urge to kick it.

"Who are you?"

"I am a disciple of the Southern Xinjiang Heavenly Demon Sect, you monk, dare to do evil on the territory of my Heavenly Demon Sect, you must not be left behind!" said the crooked melon and jujube monk as he licked his lips.

Keisan thinks he's lucky.

The first time I patrolled the mountains, I met a beautiful girl, although she didn't have hands, but she looked delicious.

And the little girl, just enough to meet the cultivation plan.

This stupid-looking monk actually has two storage bags hanging from his waist, and there must be good things in them, and after killing him, all of them are mine!

"Heavenly Demon Sect? That's the Demon Cultivator? You're a useless person! Obviously a Demon Cultivator, you still have to play some tricks like the Immortal Cultivator, and you can't leave anything behind to do evil?

Chen Mo scolded with a look of disdain: "It's a demon cultivator, you should be arrogant, say it openly, the beauty is mine, the things in your storage bag are also mine, and those who resist will not be forgiven!"

"I ......"

Kui San felt that what the other party said seemed to be very reasonable, and he seemed very domineering.

"Don't you think I'm talking a lot? Come on, I'll show you a big baby!"

Chen Mo took out a tennis racket with lightning speed.

This tennis racket was obtained from the master of the Tiger Hall.

The dark jade gold silk net, the yin and the dark iron are the shots, and the three-grade magic weapon: pat you in the face!

With a hard stomp under his feet, Chen Mo rushed towards Kui San in an instant like an arrow off the string.

The tennis racket in your hand is directly slapped on your face!

Kui San didn't expect Chen Mo to say that he would do it, and he didn't even have time to react, so he was hit by a tennis racket.

"Ahh

Kui San screamed, his body spiraling like a top, drawing a perfect parabola in the air, and then slamming it on the ground.

"Demon King 666!" the Thousand-Handed Ghost Mother jumped happily.

If you don't have the strength, you can only be a salted fish.

After Chen Mo slapped Kui San out, his heart was also pounding.

From childhood to adulthood, just being bullied, I didn't even fight a few times.

Now it's a fight! The fighting between monks is extremely dangerous!

Fortunately, it is better to strike first, otherwise when the other party makes the first move, maybe it is yourself who lies down.