"What, with the mental strength of your little four-star general, you can actually drive this map, and you can actually drive the Princes Zunbao!"

Venerable Dayan's eyes widened, and he almost fell to the ground, he couldn't believe it.

What is this concept?

Sons, that is a title that is only qualified for the Venerable who is high up and infinitely close to the saint, and it is already considered a half-saint-level existence, even if it is an ordinary nine-star peak control venerable, it is not qualified!

The treasure of the princes, that is the treasure used by the sons!

A small four-star controller, with his little mental strength that is so weak that he can directly ignore it, can actually drive the Jewels of the Sons and the treasures used by the Half-Saints!

Is this worth it?

Is this a human being?

Even if a saint was reborn, it would not be possible to do it at such a young age!

Unthinkable, simply unimaginable!

Venerable Dayan's face was solemn, and for the first time, he regarded Jun Mo as a real opponent.

A Venerable Being, who regards a small four-star commander as a real opponent! If these words are released, I am afraid that no one will believe it, let alone anyone believe it!

"Immeasurable Blood City, Blood City Immeasurable. Give me town! town!

Venerable Dayan looked at the battle formation of the Hundred Schools of Princes, his eyes were solemn, and he held the hand of the Infinite Blood City and threw it into the air.

The blood city rose against the storm and turned into a huge blood-colored city, the four characters of the immeasurable blood city, shining with demonic blood on the city plaque, one more look, and even the soul of a person can be sucked into it.

The Blood River Water Mansion has become an immeasurable blood city!

A city! a city of great incomparability!

Treasure!

A treasure that only His Holiness can use, a weapon of His Holiness!

What kind of control soldiers, generals, king soldiers, imperial soldiers, in front of Zunbao, all of them are ashes!

"Qingxue, come to me!"

Taking advantage of the fact that there were hundreds of battle formations of the sons to block it, Jun Mo grabbed it with his big hand and grabbed Fang Qingxue, who was shocked, and protected him under his wings.

With such a strong confrontation, if Qingxue makes a mistake, Jun Mo will not be able to forgive himself even if he slaughters all the nine clans of the Dayan lineage.

At this time, the unfinished task is already a trivial matter, life and death, escaping with Qingxue and avoiding the old pervert of Dayan is a big deal!

"Jun Mo!"

Fang Qingxue exclaimed in a low voice, and then stopped talking, she had been covering her face with a white veil, she couldn't see her expression, she couldn't see her eyes, and she didn't know what she was thinking in her heart!

Jun Mo didn't even hear Fang Qingxue's exclamation, because in mid-air, a city, a painting, had already collided heavily together.

Thundered!

The deafening sound resounded through the sky, and the monstrous arrogance and aftermath swept all directions.

The heavens and the earth are colorless, the sun and the moon are without light!

Of course, if there is a sun and moon in this space, it will definitely be shaken to the point that it will lose its brilliance!

Belch?

Jun Mo snorted, like thunder, his whole face turned pale, he retreated again and again, a mouthful of blood was held in his mouth, but he didn't spit it out, and when he hit it, he was already seriously injured.

Weak, too weak!

Even if Jun Mo has the heart of a sage, and the quality of his mental strength that has been tempered is extremely high, and he can drive the Hundred Schools of Sons Battle Formation, but he is too weak, so weak that a slight shock of the Hundred Families of Sons Battle Formation can shock him to a serious injury!

"Hahahaha! Junior, the deity knows that you are a papier-mâché lantern, and it will be broken when you poke it, so die!"

Venerable Dayan laughed wildly, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

"Infinite Blood City, Boundless Crushing!"

Venerable Dayan laughed wildly, and with a wave of his big hand, the Infinite Blood City carried an incomparable might, and rumbled towards the Hundred Families Battle Formation of the Princes.

The bluestones of the real square were crushed and shattered by this boundless momentum, scattered, and flew in all directions.

The momentum was terrifying, and it reached its extreme for a while.

"Fight!"

Jun Mo protected Fang Qingxue, not advancing but retreating, he slapped his palm on his chest, a mouthful of blood was spurted out by him, and in mid-air he was grasped by his big hand that was simulated by his mental strength.

"The heart of the sage, the blood of the holy heart, the reappearance of all the sons, a hundred schools of thought contending for beauty, array! array!"

Jun Mo roared, his big hand was raised fiercely, and his heart and blood turned into a hazy blood, wrapped in his mental strength, and rushed into the battle formation of the hundred schools of thought!

It's a matter of success or failure!

If it is a meritorious service, everyone will be happy, if not, Jun Mo is ready to take Fang Qingxue out of this Killing Heart Platform with one foot, desperately roll up the Sacred Heart Demon Diagram and the Nine Beasts of Guardianship, open the door of convenience, and escape!

I don't know if the door of convenience can go back to the outside world directly! The matter has come to this point, Jun Mo can't care about it so much, only to try!

"The dignity of the sons is not allowed to be blasphemed, the majesty of the sons is not to be violated, war, chaos, killing, array!"

Suddenly, a magnificent, unquestionable, and extremely majestic voice sounded in the battle formation of the Hundred Schools of Princes.

Hula!

The battle array of the Hundred Schools of Princes rose against the storm, and the length and width were not a little, and they directly wrapped the entire Infinite Blood City into it.

"What? Fight, chaos, kill, array, how is it possible, this is impossible! Impossible!"

Venerable Dayan, Venerable Venerable, unexpectedly screamed.

"Old ghost, it's you, it must be you! You actually gave your inheritance to an ignorant child and didn't give it to the apprentice who has been waiting for you for 10,000 years, you are so ruthless, you call yourself a saint in vain, you are compassionate, but you don't even take care of your own apprentice, you are an emotionless guy, you are a cold-blooded old ghost!"

Venerable Dayan, his eyes were red, and he roared like a child.

"Ten thousand years of waiting, you and I have master-apprentice love! In the future, you are no longer my apprentice, and I am no longer your master!"

In the battle formation of the hundred schools of thought, a kind, soft but full of endless majesty and fierceness suddenly sounded, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

Jun Mo's heart jumped fiercely, it was the voice of the old man, and it was the voice of the old man in the Sacred Heart Demon Diagram that day.

"Ten thousand years waiting?

Venerable Dayan stood on the spot and muttered to himself.

"Ah......h

Suddenly, Dayan knelt on the ground with a thud, kowtowing like pounding garlic: "Master, the apprentice is wrong, the apprentice is bent on remembering the Sacred Heart Demon Diagram, which violates the teacher's grace and disappoints the master's 10,000 years of hard work, begging the master to be extrajudicial and give the apprentice one last chance!"

"Lost and returned, broken and then standing, can understand or not, it is all fate! Idiot, you and I have exhausted our fate, so let's do it ourselves!"

Before the words fell, the battle formation diagram of the Hundred Schools of Princes in mid-air suddenly rolled up, rolling the Infinite Blood City into it.

The sky lit up, and a scroll of pictures slowly fell, falling into Jun Mo's palm, the immeasurable blood city, nowhere to be found, thinking that it had been swept into the battle array of the hundred schools of thought!

"Master, Master......"

Venerable Dayan wept bitterly on the ground, crying incessantly, like a three-year-old child abandoned by his parents, where is there still half a Venerable appearance!

"Little friend, little brother, I am wrong, I repent, please keep me by your side, be an old slave, be an old servant, to make up for the master's ten thousand years of hard work!"

Venerable Dayan cried and crawled, and rushed towards Jun Mo.

Jun Mo was startled, and hurriedly took the battle formation map of the hundred schools of thought at Venerable Dayan, protecting Fang Qingxue, who was already in shock, and retreated again and again.

"Stop...... Stop...... Stop now, or don't blame me for being rude!"

Jun Mo couldn't believe that these words would come out of the mouth of Venerable Dayan,

Are you kidding?

A venerable being, kneeling and crying and shouting, begging himself to take him as an old servant, an old slave?

This kind of thing, even if you dream about it, you don't dare to do it!

PS: Forgive me, in the last three or four days, there is an emergency, and I can't code words, so the update is unstable, one more, or two more, the chapters owed, after the 25th, will be made up one by one, and it will burst out, so that everyone can watch it!