They didn't expect that Yun Mo would do it to this extent for the sake of Gu Sect.

There was silence, and there was a dead silence.

The meteorite meteorite landed in the thorny sword net, making a dull crashing sound.

This voice, amplified by the dead silence, beat like a drum in the heart of the Gumen monk.

"Let's go!"

A roar came to silence.

The voice came from an old woman, half of her body had been crushed under a boulder, and she didn't know what had kept her alive until now.

The old woman shouted, "You owe my wife everything you owe, go away!"

When Yun Mo was tied up by Wei Canghai and brought to the Gu Gate, the old woman spat on Yun Mo's face and tore it on him, because when Yun Mo destroyed the main hall of the Gu Gate before, the old woman's only daughter was crushed to death in the ruins.

The revenge of killing women is not shared.

But now, if Yun Mo hadn't stopped the meteor meteorite, she would have died a long time ago, and her infant granddaughter, who was blocked by her and used her body to support her in a small space, would not be alive at all.

A baby's cry rang out beneath him.

The old woman shouted, "Go away!"

"Let's go!"

"Leave us alone!"

"You don't owe us, and we don't owe you!"

……

There were constant voices.

I don't know if it's because I can't bear it, or because I don't want to owe this love.

There is no contradiction between good and evil.

But what is good and what is evil?

Here, on this battlefield, in the face of life, where is there any difference between good and evil?

Yun Mo turned his head with difficulty, looking at the old woman, at the monks who let him leave, there was indescribable tenderness in his eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, trying to squeeze out a smile, but coughed up a puddle of blood mixed with minced internal organs.

"Hurry up, eldest prince, there's no need to die here for these people!"

A leaf of doll tears and snot flowed together, wanting to pull Yunmo, but she was powerless.

The last meteorite meteorite crashed down.

The entire thorn sword net was dented in a huge arc.

The top of the arc was just above Yun Mo's head, almost within reach.

Yun Mo's body had already shaken into a sieve.

The breath of life was rapidly disappearing from his body.

The thorny ones are as tenacious as the weeds, gathering into clumps.

When you get here, you can't do anything, you can't do an inch.

Jing Tian pierced the ground, and he was angry.

What is broken is the way forward of the meteor meteorite, and it is also the vitality of Yun Mo himself.

The old woman's voice trembled and shouted, "Stopped, you have stopped the heavenly fire, now go quickly!"

Yun Mo looked at the wrinkled face full of worry and panic, and said with difficulty, "I'm gone, the meteorite will still fall, you will, you will die." ”

The meteorite was stopped, but the weight of thousands of meteorites still existed, pressed in the thorn sword net, and pressed against Yun Mo.

The bones on Yun Mo's body were shattering, and his chest cavity had begun to deform.

"I'm going to die...... But you're going to die!"

The old woman shuddered, two lines of cloudy tears running across her dusty and wrinkled face.

Under such a huge weight, let alone a person, even a hundred refined iron will be pressed into a thin layer.

Fortunately, Yun Mo is a cultivator of the "Immortal Technique of Gods and Demons", the only one in the Great Demon Realm, and the strength of his body is far from being comparable to ordinary people.

Blood continued to pour out of Yun Mo's Seven Apertures, dripping down his dusty face and dripping onto the ground beneath him.

Because of the high temperature of the meteorite meteorite that was close at hand, the rain on the ground had evaporated, leaving only the dry and cracked ground.

The bleak autumn wind blew from the distant mountains, turning into a heat wave, and the dust flew up, and Yun Mo's dry and dirty hair danced in the dust.

He kept coughing up blood, and the blood turned from bright red to black, falling in the dust, being roasted by the heat, evaporating, turning into a white mist, emitting a fishy and burnt smell.

Above his head are thousands of meteorites.

Below him was the thick earth of the Gu Gate.

Compared to the two, he seemed so insignificant.

But he knelt on this land, holding up a weight comparable to a mountain, and holding up a piece of heaven for the countless cultivators of the Gu Sect.

Like a statue.

Only for those who died generously.

For the obsession in my heart.

Grasshoppers can shake trees, and mantis arms can also be used as cars.

The four elders suddenly laughed wildly, laughing very wildly, very boldly, covering their stomachs with laughter, and tears flowed from laughter.

He was full of disdain, full of sarcastic smiles, and said, "For the sake of these irrelevant people, die here like this, this is your choice?" Yun Mo, Yun Mo, I used to treat you as a real opponent, but now that I think about it, hahahaha, I am blind, because you are a fool, you are really unworthy!"

Yun Mo opened his mouth, and trembling staccato words came out of his mouth, "Why, even if I'm kneeling, I'm taller than you." ”

Also taller than you.

Taller than you.

……

His voice was as thin as a mosquito's groan, but it clearly reached the ears of the four elders.

The four elders have never been hidden, even in the round table elders meeting of the Confucian and Taoist Palace, they are also wrapped in robes, showing a tall and mighty image, all the elders know that he is a dwarf, but no one has broken it.

This broken body has always been a pain in his heart that he can never bear.

It's also his reverse scales.

Now, Yun Mo destroyed his robe, and the mirror illusion also displayed this "respect" of his in front of countless cultivators.

In his mind, it was as if he saw countless mocking faces and heard countless mocking laughter.

That's why he will attract this Nine Heavens Fire at any cost, and smash the Gu Gate that made him lose face with a meteor meteorite.

Fear will silence all cultivators who dare to laugh at him.

That's what he thinks, and that's what he does.

And now, Yun Mo has repeatedly provoked, how can he endure it?

The four elders stretched out their right hand and slowly pressed it down.

At the same time, those meteor meteorites that had been intercepted by the Thorn Sword Network also began to sink.

The huge weight pressed on Yun Mo's body.

The back was already bloody and fleshy, and there were broken flesh and white bones.

The weight bent his back, his hands could no longer support it, let go of the black giant, held it on the ground, and then slowly bent under the weight.

Snap a snap.

The bones in both of his arms were broken.

The whole person fell to the ground with a pop.

Convulsions all over the body.

His breathing became weaker and weaker, and soon he had only one breath out but no one in.

The four elders laughed hideously, looked at Yun Mo who was crawling on the ground like a dead dog, and said, "Now you can't leave if you want to!"

The weight is pressed on you, with your physical strength and recovery ability, you will not die quickly, but you will definitely not live, because under this strong pressure, you can only breathe, not inhale, and in the end, when there is no air in your body, your internal organs will be completely crushed, and then seep out of your mouth and nose, you will be incontinent, feces and urine will flow together, and the whole world will see your dirty and humble appearance!"

He asked viciously, "This is the price you pay for insulting me! Do you still think you are higher than me?"

It's the beginning of the month, ask for tickets, Yun Mo is so miserable and needs energy! Today turned out to be April Fool's Day, but I heard that April Fool's Day is actually a good day to confess, because confession will be treated as a joke haha.