With a sweep of his eyes, Tong Mo looked at the cold-colored butterfly ninja in the distance, and stopped his gaze on the butterfly feather weaving.

"Oh~! I remember. ”

Seeing something familiar, he remembered that one night a few years ago, she was also wearing the same butterfly feather weave, and her face was vaguely similar, so she should be the so-called sister.

After thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel sorry and sighed:

"It's a shame that the woman who also has this feather weave is really worth savoring, but the sun is about to rise, so I have to leave her behind and find a place to hide from the sun."

"Now that you remember, let's die!"

Dio calculated the distance between the two, grinned, and rushed straight to Tong Mo, who was heavily surrounded.

"Kill him!"

Tong Ran closed a golden fan, pointed it at Dio, and commanded, but he began to retreat.

The five fruit men glanced at each other and rushed forward.

This man didn't have a Japanese wheel knife, no matter how strong he was, could he still kill us?

These five ghosts are all accumulated over the years, and by chance, they have been valued by Tong Mo to become ghosts.

They usually hide everywhere, and even the top leaders of the Bliss Sect don't know that some of them were given ghost blood by Tong Mo in the past, and they have lived until now.

During this time, it was necessary to deal with Dior, and Tong Mo summoned them back.

However, Tong Mo did not inform them of Dior's situation.

Although it is the strongest one, the strength has reached the level of tiredness.

But for Tong Mo, only the existence of the upper string deserves his recognition.

These guys are just consumables, used as a temptation or to slow down other ghost hunters.

Since there is only Dior, it is enough to be a pawn for temptation.

The five of them shook the birds and charged towards Dior, all of them were strong and strong, and the strongest one was even more tense in muscles, with a layer of metallic luster all over his body.

It's clear that this guy has awakened the blood ghost technique!

And it's still physical enhancement or defense, he showed a confident smile, brave and unparalleled, and rushed to the front.

"Dead !!"

Dio's body ignited with rippling golden flames, and he slammed his fist into the head of this ghost whose strength was comparable to that of the lower strings.

"Bang!"

Not to mention the next string, even Koji, who is the strongest in the flesh, can't withstand his full punch.

Dio still hasn't half-opened the markings, but the ripples erupt with all his might, but this ghost can't stand it, and his head is twisted and deformed under the force.

It may be a problem with the blood ghost technique, which makes the ghost's body malleable, and the head is wrapped in Dio's iron fist, which is deeply tilted back, and the shape of Dio's fist can be clearly seen from the back of the head.

But he wasn't dead, but his brain was shattered, one eyeball even popped out of his socket, and his body fell heavily to the ground, recovering at an extremely slow pace.

A large number of ripples eroded his life, organizing his regeneration.

The ghost stopped Dio for a second, and then lay down.

As for the other four ghosts, they may not know the situation yet, seeing that the strongest one has fallen, but he is not dead, although he is afraid in his heart, he is a lot relieved.

Sure enough, without the Nihon Knife, no matter how strong this guy is, he can't help us.

The two demons who were running in front of him spread their hands and pounced, and they wanted to grab Dio's body and stop him from moving forward.

"Poof!"

Hearing only a muffled sound, the two ghosts grabbed Dior's body burned by the golden flame, and before they could make any movement, the part of the body that touched the fierce burning golden flame disintegrated.

Directly skipped the carbonization, it became fly ash, and gradually dissipated cleanly.

A small half of the broken body was vigorously thrown away and thrown into the debris, slowly eroded by the residual ripples.

They died, and they couldn't even stop Dior.

A few months ago, Dior was able to crush the lower chord without fusing the breathing method, not to mention that a few months later, the dividends of the fusion breathing method have not been consumed.

Even the strongest one can only survive by relying on blood ghost magic, how can they be the enemy of Dior with such inferior products.

"Oh no, run!"

The remaining two looked frightened, turned hastily, and were about to scatter and flee.

It was too late, the two were too close, and there was no chance of escape.

If they could be clear about Dior's situation at the beginning and disperse, they would still have a slight possibility of escaping.

It's just that now, the five ghosts are sent to the door, and three of them are easily solved by Dior, and the remaining two are so close, how can they escape?

"Humph!"

Dior's thick and strong hands like iron hoops, grabbed a ghost's head with one hand, and ran quickly with the bodies of the two of them combined close to two hundred kilograms.

"Ah!!h

A large amount of ripples poured into the two demon heads from Dio's hands, and the burning pain caused them to howl miserably.

In just two to three seconds, Dio's hand was released, and two hideous ghost heads turned to ashes on his hand.

The rest of the body fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and began to carbonize and disappear.

With a monstrous sense of oppression, Dio broke through the obstacles of the five ghosts strongly, like an ancient demon god, took steps like the sound of war drums, and ran towards Tong Mo furiously.

The man, who had been smiling softly and steadily, suddenly had a thought in his heart.

Today, I'm probably going to die here.

He developed an extremely unfamiliar emotion, one that he had never seen in more than a hundred years of his career.

Even when he faced Onimai Tsuji for the first time, he had never felt this way.

This feeling...... It should be called — fear!

Run, run!

Some of the most primitive and minimal cells in the body signal him.

It's a pity that Tong Mo's desire to survive is too rare!

He was born deficient in these feelings, and in the face of this fear, his first thought was not to follow that little instinct to escape, but to savor the feeling.

A drop of sweat dripped down his forehead and scratched his cheeks, giving Tong Mo an itch.

It's so good, this feeling, it's so subtle, the body is affected, a new experience, a new feeling!

Tong Mo not only did not run away, but smiled and retreated to his destination.

Knowing that this battle was going to happen, in order to prevent Tong Mo from escaping, Dio took off his weight in the temporary stronghold of the hidden army.

At this time, the speed was really amazing, but in a few seconds, he caught up with Tong Mo, who kept changing direction to avoid Dior's approach.

"Blood Demon Technique—Fog Ice—Water Lily Bodhisattva!"

In the blink of an eye, eleven huge Buddha statues rose from the lake behind them, smiling compassionately, clasping their hands together, and holding two lotus flowers on their shoulders.

The ten doppelgangers of Tong Mo all have weak intelligence and can cooperate with Tong Mo's battles, and the other ten Buddha statues were made by them.

Although the Eternal Bliss Sect was blasted, there were still residual embers burning, which was not conducive to the battle of Tong Mo, but the Bliss Sect lived near the water, next to a small lake, and there were lotus roots planted in the lake.

It's just that this season, there are no lotus flowers in full bloom.

Here, it is suitable for Tong Mo to exert his full combat effectiveness.

He kept backing and changing directions just to get to this home stadium.

The giant Buddha bent down and raised his hand, and eleven giant palms pressed towards Dior.