"Come out with me. Jiang Mo walked out of the door and saw a huge torch lit in the square outside, illuminating the place.

At this time, the spy of the Immortal Temple was tied to the stone pillar by the five flowers, and many people gathered here to watch.

"Childe. ”

After the eight-armed divine ape saw Jiang Mo, he bowed slightly and said.

Jiang Mo waved his hand, slowly walked to the spy of the Immortal Palace, looked at him and said, "You came here alone?"

Not long after Jiang Mo entered the ruins, he met the seventh son of the hall master, and after the conflict, Jiang Mo killed him.

Again, it was the third son of the hall master, and the fifth son, and the left protector of the Dharma.

They wanted to kill Jiang Mo and surrounded Wu Nu's cave, and in the end they also fell.

This time, Jiang Mo had a faint premonition in his heart, I am afraid that it was the last temptation.

The spy laughed maniacally, as if he had put life and death on the line.

"If you want to get the news out of my mouth, there is no door. Hahaha, soon, you people will all be buried for the young hall master!"

The spy laughed uncontrollably as if he had gone mad.

The eight-armed divine ape walked up in front of him, and the furious Yuan Force instantly burst out, directly breaking five or six ribs of the spy, causing the latter to spurt out a large mouthful of blood.

"Even if you kill me, don't want to know anything about the hall master. Because, I have finally reached the Temple of Immortality!"

The man's voice echoed in the distance in the square, as if he were taking an oath.

Everyone present felt a little depressed.

The power of the Immortal Temple is known to almost everyone, and no one knows it.

In the territory within a radius of thousands of miles, the strength of the Immortal Hall was the strongest.

In normal times, no one dares to provoke at all.

Many monks looked at Jiang Mo's gaze with a hint of sympathy.

This white-haired young man, although he has two big helpers, but if he provokes the Immortal Palace, how can it end well?

Although, they didn't know why Jiang Mo had provoked the Immortal Palace.

"Brother Jiang Mo, otherwise, you can leave here after dawn tomorrow. When the time comes, maybe they won't find you and they'll go back. Lin Xiyue said with concern.

The girl is too simple, with the style of the Immortal Palace, if they can't find Jiang Mo here, I'm afraid they will set a fire and burn this place to ashes.

As for a rare beauty like Lin Xiyue, she will definitely be taken by those monks in the Immortal Hall to have fun.

Jiang Mo shook his head at Lin Xiyue, raised his steps, and slowly walked towards the spy of the Immortal Palace, he spoke: "Do you think you are really as strong as you imagined?"

Jiang Mo's voice was very cold, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, looking a little evil.

Hearing Jiang Mo's voice and seeing Jiang Mo's expression again, the spy couldn't help but shudder.

In his eyes, the eight-armed divine ape is just a big man with a head and no brains, even if it looks scary, it is nothing.

However, Jiang Mo, a thin young man, gave him an extremely terrifying feeling.

When Jiang Mo looked at him, he felt as if he was being targeted by a wild beast.

Creeps.

"What do you want to do?" the spy shuddered and his voice trembled.

Jiang Mo ignored him, and a wisp of cyan flame poured out from his palm, and immediately jumped to his fingertips, as agile as an elf.

The divine thought moved slightly, and the cyan flame turned into a sharp knife, and the blazing temperature spread out, making the demons in the darkness outside seem to have receded a lot.

"What do I want to do?" Jiang Mo smiled coldly and said, "In my opinion, you have been poisoned by the Immortal Palace. Moreover, the poisoning is deep. ”

"I'll scrape the bones for you!"

As soon as Jiang Mo's words fell, the flame sharp knife suddenly pierced into the spy's nails.

Yes-----

Suddenly, a soul-wrenching voice screamed out of the spy's mouth.

Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, and his body trembled as he endured extremely intense pain.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, not to mention the temperature of the Eight Desolations Burning Heavenly Flame, which is not something that mortals can resist at all.

That terrible heat, even the soul can burn!

Everyone's hearts trembled, and looking at the white-haired young man with a smile on his face, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

On weekdays, the white-haired young man looks very amiable and easy to speak.

However, when his safety is threatened, he becomes a tiger completely.

Pick someone and eat it!

Jiang Mo freed up one palm, pressed the scout's violently trembling body, and said coldly: "You have ten times to think, when your tenth finger is also scrapped." Then, this blade of flame will pierce your heart. ”

"Then your heart will be like this finger, and it will turn into a piece of charcoal. ”

"When the time comes, I don't know if you'll survive. ”

Jiang Mo's faint words, like a bass drumstick, hit the spy on the heart.

He looked at the white-haired young man in front of him, and felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to his back, and his whole body was cold.

Falling into Jiang Mo's hands, he really realized what it was like to be alive rather than dead.

On the side, Wu Nu also had an eight-armed divine ape, looking at this scene, her heart was also shocked.

Even for Jiang Mo, he was a little jealous.

They originally thought that Jiang Mo was just a name, an alchemist who could refine medicine, and there was nothing remarkable.

However, at the moment, Jiang Mo's means are a few more points than they imagined.

The screams continued, even muffling out the voice of the demon in the darkness.

When the flaming knife stabbed the sixth finger, the spy suddenly trembled, "Please, let me go." I can't stand it anymore. I say it all, I say it all......"

The spy's body went limp, crying out.

"Hehe, I knew it was like this, why bother in the first place. Suffered so many unjustified disasters. Jiang Mo put away the flame knife and said with a smile.

Under the introduction of that spy, Jiang Mo knew that the hall master of the Immortal Palace, this time he was pouring out of the nest to completely kill the murderer of his son.

They were in a ruined temple not far from here, and it was estimated that they would arrive in the town by dawn tomorrow.

At the beginning, a total of three spies were sent, and for some reason, only this one spies came to the town.

The remaining two, perhaps, have been consumed by the darkness.

"What is the strength of the Immortal Palace?" Jiang Mo stared at the spies' eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Don't lie, you only have one chance!"

The spy was full of wit, and said, "Those who came this time are the hall master, the right protector envoy, and the deputy hall master, the law enforcement hall master, and hundreds of disciples in the hall. ”

"The first four people are all cultivators with the realm of martial saints!"

The spy added.

(End of chapter)