There are very few people who can be explicitly called "gods" in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas".

Dijiang counts as one.

Jiufeng counts as one.

Tianwu is also counted as one.

No matter how big the gap between this so-called god and the gods in people's minds today, it at least shows that its status is not low and its strength is extremely strong.

However, the old guy didn't make a move, and as soon as he made a move, he blew up one of the heads of God Tianwu!

This means that Mo Xiaochuan was not present and did not see this shocking scene.

Otherwise, I don't know how many six will be brushed out of the old guy in my heart.

The old guy wasn't the first of them all, but he made a big deal with it.

An earth-shattering roar resounded through the clouds, and it was Tianwu wailing.

A brilliant shadow fell rapidly, and it was Yang Tianxiao's anger.

A vast golden horn fell from the sky, and it was a raging coming.

The old guy's eyes were calm, looking at the black shadow that fell towards him in an instant, he slowly took off the top hat on his head, and bowed to the golden horn in the air.

It's like a gentleman at a cocktail party, inviting a beautiful lady to dance together.

But the old guy is not a gentleman.

He is the great steward of the mountains and seas.

In addition to the supreme gods such as Emperor Jun, Shao Hao, Queen Mother of the West, and Candle Dragon, who is qualified to be worshiped by Mo Jingshan?

After the ceremony, the world changes color.

The old guy gently raised his hand and threw out his top hat.

The next moment, as if sensing the great terror between life and death, the fall suddenly stopped, and he wanted to escape into the distant sky.

It's just a pity that his body is too big.

After tens of thousands of years of penance and precipitation, he chose to specialize in the physical body, which has the advantage of not dying easily, and the protection is good.

If you talk about the degree of difficulty in killing, I am afraid that even the whirling turtle will be difficult to achieve.

But the body is large, the body is heavy, and there is also a very fatal flaw.

It's just not fast enough.

So at the same time that it was determined to flee for its life, its body paused in mid-air for a second.

One second is the difference between victory and defeat.

The top hat seems to be fluttering slowly, but in fact, it seems to have completely broken the shackles of space, and the distance of hundreds of zhang took less than a second to easily cross.

The old guy wasn't inviting them to the dance floor.

This gift.

It's the end of the curtain.

Of course, in the old guy's own words, it is definitely not so elegant.

So to put it in layman's terms, it is to invite you to die.

In the blink of an eye, the top hat came to the golden horn, as small as a black ant at the feet of a mammoth.

Immediately after, the black ant jerked up its feet, hugged the mammoth's giant legs, and opened its mouth to bite down.

This is, of course, a metaphor.

In fact, the black top hat was only lightly worn at the very front of the golden horn.

The top hat is not a tight spell, if you are determined to break the horn to survive, even if you cut off the long horn yourself, why not?

But he was frozen in mid-air, his eyes were full of fear, and he couldn't even complete the movement of his breathing.

The old guy didn't look at the black shadow that was shrinking smaller and smaller in the sky, and at the same time as he took off his hat, he grabbed the void with his left hand, so a majestic blood stain appeared out of thin air, and he held it in his palm.

It's not something out of nothing, it's a causal technique.

The blood stain struggled in the air, but it was never able to escape, and it was finally condensed into a bright red silk thread.

One in the hands of the old guy.

The other one is in Tian Wu's seven pairs of eyes that were shockingly exposed!

The old guy raised his left hand and swung it high, just like a prince fishing, except that there was no fishing rod in his hand, and there was no need for a fish bite hook.

The next moment, Tian Wu's long snake-like body was dragged out of the clouds and mist by the old guy.

The old guy floated into the air and jumped lightly.

There was thunder in the air, and there was a roar.

A purple-red bolt of lightning pierced the shadow of the moon.

Or more accurately, it's not lightning.

It's the most sassy suit on the old guy.

Immediately afterwards, the old guy seemed to be incarnated as a heavy hammer in the hands of Thor, and with the momentum of breaking through the earth, he accurately landed on Tianwu's second head.

Bang!

The second head of Tianwu was trampled on with a kick.

Immediately, the old guy raised his right fist for the second time and slammed it into Tianwu's third head unreasonably.

Then there was a sky full of flesh and blood falling again.

It's only been ten seconds since the old guy skimmed the air.

It took only ten seconds.

He was trapped by the top hat, and if there was no rescue from Yang Tianxiao, he would have died in a moment.

Tianwu's three heads were shattered, and everything he did was a dying struggle.

But even though he was dying, Tianwu did not give up hope of life.

The remaining five pairs of giant eyes had turned into five pairs of scarlet brilliant gems at this moment, and their dazzling momentum was even comparable to that of the sun and the moon!

Suddenly it started to snow in the air.

But it does not represent pure whiteness.

It's an eerie red.

The blood is thousands of miles, not because there are thousands of strange grievances, so it is not against the principles of heaven.

The blood flower fell on the old man's shoulder, and immediately condensed into a bright red crystal cocoon, which looked like an ugly centipede from a distance.

At the same time, the blood line that was originally involved in the old guy's palm suddenly skyrocketed by more than five times, and he took the initiative to wrap up the old guy's wrist, but in an instant, his left hand had already been wrapped into a bright ball.

The hair on the old guy's sideburns fluttered slightly, turning to ash in an instant, and a trace of unpleasant fishy smell rose.

However, the old guy's footsteps did not stop there, and a sneering smile quietly appeared on his originally calm face.

"It's been thousands of years, and I haven't grown at all, do you really think of yourself as a water god?"

The old guy walked slowly on Tianwu's back, as if he were walking on the ground, and in the eyes of the other party's soul-stirring, he came to the front of the fourth head.

This time, the old guy didn't raise his fist or stretch his feet, but just smiled: "Judge yourself, otherwise you will never enter reincarnation, and you won't even be a wandering soul. ”

The old guy is not Qin Weiyang, so his voice does not have the slightest taste of demagogy.

The snow fell heavier in the air.

Soon it covered the old guy's shoulders and arms, bringing a refreshing cold.

The blood mass on the old guy's left hand is surging rapidly, revealing all kinds of negative emotions such as unwillingness, despair, and anger.

So the old guy shook his head with some regret and sighed lightly: "Why bother. ”

The voice fell.

The old guy stepped on the shiny leather shoes, and his figure fell violently.

With Tianwu's body.

Rumble!

The old guy returned from heaven to earth.

It's in the open space in front of the entrance of the Westward Journey Cave.

There was no dust and smoke, but there was blood splattering.

Tianwu's remaining five heads burst open at the same time.

It didn't turn into a firework.

Only the cold Netherworld.

"Mo Jingshan!"

Yang Tianxiao's voice finally exploded from the air, and then Qin Weiyang appeared beside the old guy with a pale face, and the tail of the thighs was all cut off.

There is starlight in the sky, long overdue.

It was Yang Tianxiao's sword.