Zhang Mo stepped on the flying sword, and his speed slowed down a lot, only a little faster than Hu Ruoxian who was running.

What was supposed to be a quarter of an hour's journey is now a half-hour flight.

"The mountain ahead should be a flat-topped mountain. Zhang Mo looked at the mountain peak that had been eliminated not far away and said secretly. At the same time, Zhang Mo released the Yuan Shen and quietly swept over the area.

The primordial spirit swept over, and everything below fell into Zhang Mo's mind.

"Humph!"

Zhang Mo snorted lightly, and his face sank.

"If the Hades King is really restless, it's a good Zhou family. However, you think you can deal with me with a few heavy machine guns?" Zhang Mo snorted, his eyes extremely contemptuous.

It turned out that there were some people hiding in the mountains and forests below, all armed with guns and a few heavy machine guns.

It's none other than the Zhou family where Zhou Yuansheng is located.

However, at this time, they did not seem to be very good, they were all unkempt, their faces were blue and purple, and their eyes were bloodshot, as if they had not slept for three days and three nights.

At this time, I saw a thin young man asking, "Second uncle, will Zhang Mo's house really come?"

"He will definitely come, he has obtained three Xuanji Pavilion orders, how can he not come to open Xuanji Pavilion?" Uncle Tuesday said angrily.

But now more than half a month has passed, and I haven't even seen Zhang Mo's shadow. The skinny young man complained.

"Shut up, give me a good lurk, don't startle me, I have a hunch, Zhang Mo will arrive in these two days. Tuesday Uncle said coldly.

The thin young man suddenly didn't dare to speak, but he was dissatisfied in his heart.

At the end of Huashan's sword debate, the head of the family, Zhou Yuansheng, was killed by Zhang Mo in public, the Zhou family collapsed, and the clansmen fled back to the Zhou family overnight, for fear that Zhang Mo would deal with them.

However, a few days later, the second son of the head of the family, Zhou Yuansheng, suddenly returned from Jiangcheng and said that he had discovered a major secret.

That night, Uncle Tuesday took the young people of the Zhou family to Pingdingshan, and got these heavy firearms through the black market, who wanted to ambush Zhang Mo here.

But more than half a month has passed, and I haven't even seen Zhang Mo's shadow, which can't help but make the Zhou family depressed.

Now it is a cold winter, ambushed in this wilderness, and can not set up a stove, can only eat dry food to satisfy hunger.

Thanks to them, they are warriors, and their physique is better than ordinary people, otherwise they will freeze to death at night.

The young people of Zhou were full of complaints, they usually had fine clothes and fine food, how could they have suffered this hardship. Within three days, there were people clamoring to go home because it was so painful!

Uncle Tuesday had no choice but to tell Zhang Mo about the collection of three Xuanji Pavilion orders.

Hearing Zhang Mo's order to collect the three Xuanji Pavilions, the younger generation of the Zhou family suddenly brightened their eyes and was sure that Zhang Mo would definitely come to Pingdingshan.

But now that more than half a month has passed, and Zhang Mo has not arrived, the young people of the Zhou family can't help but be a little suspicious of Uncle Tuesday's words.

Because the third Xuanji Pavilion Order has been missing since the Lu family caught fire, how did Uncle Tuesday know that Zhang Mo had found the third Xuanji Pavilion Order?

This is not only the hesitation of the Zhou family, but also the hesitation of Zhang Mo.

The third Xuanji Pavilion order seems to be known only by Zhang Mo himself, Hu Ruoxian, and Zhou Zetian, who doesn't know where to go, how does Uncle Tuesday know?

Originally, Zhang Mo was not guarding against the Zhou family, and he didn't know that the Zhou family would be ambushed, he just thought that the immortal cultivator in the ability group might be here.

As for why, the reason is simple.

Zhang Mo suddenly went to Pingdingshan, what did you say for? It's not to open the Xuanji Pavilion, it's difficult to travel.

Uncle Tuesday saw that the young people of the family were full of resentment, and there was a burst of hatred in his heart, he couldn't stand this hardship, how could he expect them to lead the Zhou family to rise in the future?

Now, though, is not the time to reprimand them.

I heard that Uncle Tuesday said inspiringly: "Think about Zhang Mo's flying sword, think about the treasures in the Xuanji Pavilion." When we kill Zhang Mo's house, we will not only avenge the head of the family, but also be able to occupy Zhang Mo's flying sword and the treasures of the Xuanji Pavilion. ”

Hearing this, the young people of the Zhou family suddenly seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and they were excited!

At this moment, Zhang Mo had already landed on the Pingding Mountain with a flying sword.

"Look, there is a man on Pingding Mountain. Suddenly, a young man from the Zhou family said.

Hearing this, Uncle Tuesday hurriedly picked up the binoculars.

This look is really Zhang Mo.

Seeing Zhang Mo, Uncle Tuesday's face suddenly became hideous, and he ordered in a low voice: "Listen to my orders, aim first, and then shoot together, be sure to beat Zhang Mo into a sieve." ”

"Understood. The young people of the Zhou family responded in unison.

The flat-topped mountain is not high, only 300 meters, and the range of their heavy machine guns is as far as a kilometer.

"Second uncle, the sniper rifle is in place. A young man from the Zhou family lying in the grass reported.

"Second uncle, the No. 1 heavy machine gun is in place. ”

"Second uncle, the mortar is in place. ”

"Second uncle, the No. 2 heavy machine gun is in place. ”

......

"Second uncle, all in place. ”

"Okay, fire!" Uncle Tuesday ordered, full of anger.

"Dada...... Dadada......"

In the fourth phase of gunfire, sniper rifles, heavy machine guns, mortars, etc. opened fire together, bombarding Zhang Mo.

Zhang Mo stood on the flat-topped mountain and had already seen all this.

However, he had no intention of hiding.

"I have completed the most basic true element operation of the Ancestral Dragon Divine Body Technique before, and the strength of my physical body has increased a lot, and I have never had the opportunity to try the changes in my body, but now I can try it, but I don't know if I can resist these bullets?"

"Dada...... Dadada......"

Smoke and dust rose from Pingdingshan, and artillery fire was continuous.

After five minutes, the Zhou family's magazine was finished.

"Are you dead?" asked a young man from the Zhou family.

"It should be dead, right?" said another young man from the Zhou family.

"Don't underestimate the enemy, Zhang Mo is an immortal cultivator after all, and he is an immortal cultivator whose strength is stronger than that of Emperor Qitian. Everyone changed into spare magazines, followed me to the top of the mountain to check, the sniper secretly aimed, as soon as there was a situation, immediately sniped remotely. Tuesday Uncle cautiously arranged.

"Understood. The sniper replied.

However, at this time, a figure came from Pingdingshan, this figure was very erratic, like a ghost, and every step was ten meters away.

Before the Zhou family could fully react, the figure had already arrived in front of the Zhou family.

It's none other than Zhang Mo!

"You...... Not dead?" asked Uncle Tuesday with a look of consternation.

"Death? Just a few of you ants want to kill me? Zhang Mo said sarcastically.

"You ......" Uncle Tuesday suddenly couldn't say a word, and the young people of the Zhou family were all frightened, stunned, is this still a human being? Under such powerful firepower, he can still survive. Moreover, it seems that he has not been injured at all, except for some torn clothes on his body, everything else is completely undamaged.

"Tell me, how did you know that I had the third Xuanji Pavilion Order?" Zhang Mo's tone was cold, and he looked at Uncle Zhou with a dissatisfied murderous intent and asked.

Uncle Tuesday trembled all over, feeling as if he was being looked at by death!