Seeing that Huo Yun was abolished by himself using the Extreme Dao Soul Lock to abolish the dantian, Chu Mo raised his hand to recall it, wrapped it around his right hand and slowly faded away, and Huo Yun, who still had a breath of air, watched Chu Mo walk towards him but was helpless. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

His dantian was abolished, and the cultivation he had cultivated in recent years was in vain, which was enough to make his heart feel like ashes, he didn't think that Chu Mo would let himself go at this time, thinking that the kid he had met in the rice country before who only had the sixth level of qi cultivation actually killed himself, Huo Yun still had a sense of absurdity in his heart, if it weren't for the sharp pain in his abdomen, he probably didn't believe that his fate would be like this.

In front of Huo Yun, Chu Mo picked up the black broken dagger with his sleeve, he was not worried that Huo Yun's divine sense could still control this dagger and hurt himself, because the Extreme Dao Soul Lock destroyed his dantian at the same time, it also destroyed Huo Yun's divine sense, if Huo Yun had the sea of knowledge, it would be the same fate.

Holding the broken dagger, although Chu Mo wanted to see what it was now, there was still a guy who only breathed at the moment, so after putting it and the octagonal fan and his own Red Ghost Immortal Furnace in the storage ring, he squatted down and looked at Huo Yun, who was staring at him.

"Kill me, you don't want anything from me."

Huo Yun gritted his teeth and said to Chu Mo, his self-esteem made it impossible for him to bow his knees to Chu Mo and beg for mercy, Chu Mo didn't care about this, he stretched out his right hand, his heart moved, and the moonlight sword that was knocked down into the distance was summoned to hold it in the palm of his hand, and the next second it was on Huo Yun's neck.

"Because you and my friend's father will die, a sword to kill you is really cheap for you, but even if I don't kill you, you won't be able to live, so you are here to fend for yourself."

Hearing Chu Mo's words, Huo Yun not only did not feel a trace of joy, but felt a sense of humiliation, he single-handedly created an organization that guarded this power in dozens of countries, and controlled the life and death of thousands of people, but now it was like being given away, and he could live for another half an hour or even a few minutes.

It's just that Chu Mo didn't care about Huo Yun's thoughts at this time, he put his sword against Huo Yun's neck, and then searched for something on him, and found a worn-out brocade bag, seeing this thing, Chu Mo glanced at Huo Yun, whose eyes seemed to be about to erupt fire, and slapped it on, and immediately slapped Huo Yun, who was still breathing, to death.

"Stained, momentarily missed."

Huo Yun was angry at Chu Mo's behavior of searching the corpse, and before he died, Chu Mo openly touched something on him, and it was clear that he was doing it on purpose, watching the storage bag that he regarded as a treasure being taken away, that kind of grief and anger completely erased his last wisp of life.

Chu Mo casually threw a fireball on Huo Yun's corpse, he didn't care how this guy died, and walked aside while watching the fire burn scorchingly, while his divine sense erased the original divine sense mark on the storage bag in his hand and imprinted his own mark.

Chu Mo was still surprised that Huo Yun could have a storage bag, after all, not everyone had a master like Fuyue, and he casually gave Chu Mo a storage device, Huo Yun's storage bag looked extremely gorgeous on the outside, but in fact, when Chu Mo's divine sense swept it in, he found that this storage bag was basically on the verge of being scrapped.

The space inside is extremely unstable, one will be the size of half a fist, and the other will be the size of a kitchen, Chu Mo hurriedly poured out all the things in the storage bag, and sure enough, the storage bag turned into a wisp of yellow sand and weathered away, looking at it like this, I don't know how many years old it is, it's a shame that Huo Yun can still use it until now.

There were more than a dozen yellowed ancient books that fell to the ground, and in addition to that, there were more than a dozen magic weapons that were almost equivalent to consumables, and as for those diamond-encrusted gold cards, Chu Mo ignored them, and he was not interested in any amount of money in them.

Flipping through these ancient books locally, Chu Mo saw that the name of the exercises that Huo Yun practiced was "Qi Classics", and when he saw that the thin ancient books were only less than one-tenth thick, he understood why Huo Yun stopped while his cultivation was advancing by leaps and bounds, it turned out that his exercises restricted him.

Chu Mo had already guessed that Huo Yun's qualifications should be very good, otherwise he would not have cultivated to the sixth layer of foundation building in only a few years in this harsh cultivation environment, at first he was worried that Huo Yun would cultivate and improve a little more, but it was not until the moment he saw Huo Yun that he dispelled this worry.

Huo Yun's death didn't make Chu Mo feel any joy, if the other party wasn't a matter of exercises, it must not be the current strength, if he hadn't destroyed Huo Yun's dantian with the Extreme Dao Soul Lock, he would still be able to keep Huo Yun today.

Continue to look through the rest of the ancient books, they are all things that record strange news and inconsequential things, Chu Mo burned them casually after reading them, as for those broken magic weapons, he hesitated for a while and still put them in the storage ring, although these magic weapons are worn, they can be left under the polish of time, it can be seen that the grade is not low, Huo Yun is also a discerning guy, knowing that these are good things, they can be used as one-time consumables, Chu Mo also knows.

Taking out the octagonal fan, Chu Mo looked at it and did not refine it, but planned to leave it to Hua Xiangwu or Chu Yarou, this fan has two broken corners, although it is a little discounted in terms of aesthetics, but the power is even worse than the moonlight sword, the grade should be about five grades, if it is intact, it will also have the appearance of at least six grades, Chu Mo is used to the moonlight sword, and does not want to use other magic weapons.

Taking out the broken dagger again, Chu Mo's divine sense immediately wrapped it around it and began to refine, he was quite impressed by the power of this dagger, and the magic weapons that attacked the divine soul were all good things.

Half a day passed, and Chu Mo had only refined less than one-fifth, and he opened his eyes to look at the broken dagger in his hand that had been refined by himself and was one with his own mind, and there was a touch of brilliance in his eyes.

The name of this broken dagger is called the Broken Soul Dagger, and the grade is as high as seven grades, which is still half of the broken one, and what if the remaining half is found by himself to become one, thinking of this possibility, Chu Mo felt a little uneasy in his heart, he even doubted how Huo Yun got this thing, but unfortunately he was already dead, and Chu Mo had no way to ask what he wanted.

Putting away the Soul Breaking Dagger, Chu Mo later decided to use it as a secret move against the enemy's sneak attack, and he would definitely be able to attack the enemy unprepared, and then glanced at Huo Yun who had been burned to ashes, and then turned to leave.

……

After finding Fang Ang's red flag car, Chu Mo told him the news of killing Huo Yun, which immediately made the old man feel excited, firstly, Chu Mo killed that lawless guy to make him happy, and secondly, he was surprised by Chu Mo's strength, according to his repeated pursuits, Huo Yun can be at ease even in the face of the strength of a division, Chu Mo can kill the other party single-handedly, so isn't he more powerful than Huo Yun?

Thinking of this, Fang Ang once again felt how important it was to choose to communicate with Chu Mo, a humanoid weapon of mass destruction that walked and had his own consciousness was the most appropriate to describe Chu Mo.

"I'm going to enter the martial arts in the next two days, and I need your commitment, Mr. Fang."

Hearing Chu Mo suddenly say this, Fang Ang was slightly stunned and then nodded, "Say it, as long as it doesn't violate benevolence and morality, I can agree." ”

"I hope that neither the ancient martial artists nor cultivators like me should be discriminated against and persecuted, I still have relatives left in Yanjing, and I don't want something unpleasant to happen to me after I leave."

Chu Mo looked directly into Fang Ang's eyes, who nodded in agreement without hesitation, and said solemnly: "As long as I can live for one day, these people will be treated equally, regardless of ancient martial arts and cultivation, they are all my sons and daughters of Huaxia." ”

After getting Fang Ang's promise, Chu Mo's heart was slightly relieved, and after hesitating for a moment, he took out the octagonal fan and handed it to Fang Ang's hand, "Give this to my sister, tell him that I may not be able to come back in the near future if I have something, and let him and others not worry." ”

"Got it, Chu Mo, are you going to go to Qianyan Mountain when you enter Wudi?"

Chu Mo nodded, it was the only place he knew of entering the martial arts, as for the sea area where he had strayed into the Aoki faction of the martial arts before, Chu Mo didn't want to go again, after all, as soon as he entered, it was a sect, and he still had a grudge against the other party, he was afraid that he would have a big fight as soon as he met, Chu Mo didn't want to face the dozens of innate people of the Aoki faction.

Fang Ang hesitated for a moment, but still said to Chu Mo: "Do you need me to send someone to go in with you, at least send you to the martial land safely." ”

"Hmm."

did not refuse Fang Ang's kindness, Chu Mo agreed, and then the two made an appointment to meet in Qianyan Mountain two days later.

……

Chu Mo did not return to Yanjing City, but rushed directly to Qianyan Mountain, passed through the swamp pool, the poisonous fog forest, and stopped in front of a suspension bridge across the two mountain ranges, Chu Mo's divine sense swept towards the abyss under the mountain cliff, and found that even his divine consciousness that covered thousands of meters could not sweep the bottom, which surprised him very much.

He Hitomi's body was still under the cliff, Chu Mo estimated that it had already corroded to the point that only bones remained, he hesitated for a moment and took out the helicopter from the Extreme World, sat inside, and controlled the helicopter to descend slowly, and when it descended for nearly three or four thousand meters, Chu Mo's divine sense finally saw the ground, just a quick glance made Chu Mo feel a chill.

There are bones and weathered weapons everywhere, among which Chu Mo can still see that there should have been a death of a cultivator here, but that was a long time ago, when the martial arts was still the place where the cultivators lived, it must have been a life harvest ground under the Thousand Trench Mountain.

The helicopter landed on an open flat ground with relatively few bones, Chu Mo walked down and looked at the tens of thousands of bones, his brows furrowed deeply, how could he find the remains of Hetong.