The sword qi that was originally extremely silent suddenly raged in the old man's body at this moment, and it was furious, like a rushing torrent, pouring for thousands of miles.

The old man tried his best to suppress that sword qi, but how could the sword that Jiang Mo slashed out with all his strength be so easy to suppress?

The old man's whole body trembled more and more, and even, cyan sword qi radiated from his flesh and bones, which was extremely clear.

This scene was seen by everyone present, especially the miserable cry of the old man, which made Yang Zonglin and the others feel a little numb.

What kind of means can make a genuine eight-star martial artist look like this?

"Ah----h

"I can't stand it anymore, kill me----"

At this time, the old man, who still had half a strong demeanor, simply became a crazy old man.

The corners of Jiang Mo's mouth hooked, his figure flickered, and he appeared in front of the old man, and said lightly: "Since you want to die, then, I will fulfill you!"

After the words fell, Jiang Mo slapped out with a palm, and suddenly the endless yuan power gathered, and with a bang, the old man instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Just now, when Jiang Mo made a move, the old man still wanted to take advantage of Jiang Mo's inattention and sneak attack once, but under Jiang Mo's decisive suppression, the old man's sneak attack came to naught.

Yang Zonglin stared at this scene, the corners of his mouth twitched, and said, "That old man is the master of the Dark Owl Sect, and he is also a good force in the Central Domain. I'm afraid that from now on, the Dark Owl Keeper will no longer exist. ”

On the side, after Qiu Weiwei heard the Dark Owl Gate, a slightly shocked look appeared on his face, this organization is famous for assassination, and there are many monks in the Central Domain, all of whom died at the hands of this organization.

Especially the Secret Owl of the Sect Master, that is, the old man who had just fallen under Jiang Mo's sword, I don't know how many Martial Venerable Cultivators were terrified.

Even Qiu Weiwei himself, once heard that he was on the must-kill list of the Dark Owl Gate, and he was terrified for several months.

Now, seeing the old man dying here, he had an indescribable feeling in his heart, and just muttered: "That guy, actually...... Really killed the Dark Owl!"

After killing the dark owl, Jiang Mo took away this person's storage ring, as an eight-star martial artist, and at the same time the master of the dark owl gate, the treasures in the storage ring can be imagined.

Jiang Mo only investigated it slightly, and felt that he had gained a lot.

At the moment, Jiang Mo's combat power can defeat the Seven-Star Martial Venerable at most, and it is difficult to gain the upper hand if he really fights against the Eight-Star Martial Venerable.

It's just that the dark owl fought with Yang Zonglin before, and he consumed a lot of strength, and in this Yin Soul Land, Jiang Mo's Eight Desolation Burning Sky Flame was just right to restrain the Yin Qi here and occupy an advantage.

In addition, a lock array was quietly arranged, so that the dark owl was restrained at the beginning, and Jiang Mo's last sword was the key to killing the dark owl.

However, no matter what, this person is already dead, and he died at the hands of Jiang Mo.

Feng Jieyu had a pair of beautiful eyes, staring at Jiang Mo without blinking, completely unable to believe what was happening in front of him.

Even Yang Zonglin, the dark lord who had to work hard to repel was now killed by Jiang Mo.

Not long ago, Feng Jieyu thought that Jiang Mo's strength was about the same as her.

"It turns out that Brother Jiang's strength is so strong!" Feng Jieyu's red lips opened lightly, and a touch of admiration appeared in his beautiful eyes.

Soon, the shock in everyone's hearts dissipated, because at this time, there were still many ghosts in the temple, pouring out in a steady stream.

Looking at those yin spirits, Jiang Mo didn't feel that it was too troublesome, with the help of the Eight Desolation Burning Sky Flames, these yin souls could only be suppressed.

After being bombarded, the Yin Soul Breath was inhaled into the token, and the corresponding Yin Soul Value also appeared in the Middle Domain.

Some big names watched there, and on the list, Jiang Mo's name was at the top of the list.

And the Yin Soul value behind his name has reached as much as 90,000, and it will soon cross the 100,000 mark.

The big people present were all discussing the unfamiliar name.

In the Central Domain, there are many dazzling geniuses, such as Zhang Ruochen, who is in second place, and this person's Yin Soul Value has also reached as much as 70,000, obviously he should have found a Yin Soul Land.

"What is Jiang Mo's origin, he is still ranked above Zhang Ruochen?" someone asked.

"I don't know, I've never heard of such a person before. ”

"It is estimated that some genius disciples of the Hidden World Sect have appeared in a low-key manner now, right?"

"Well, these two people are estimated to be hunting in Tianxuanqiu and staging a dragon fight. ”

"You know, Tianxuanqiu Hunting is not as simple as obtaining Yin Soul Points!"

"Yes, there will be a good show soon. ”

......

In the Yin Soul Land, Jiang Mo killed more and more Yin Things, but like before, there were not many Yin Things that could burst out of golden beads.

It took a full hour for Jiang Mo to meet two such yin things.

Although it takes a lot of effort to kill this kind of yin thing, the reward is very rich.

After those two golden beads were refined, the power of divine thoughts that had grown in the Mud Pill Palace was afraid that it would catch up with Jiang Mo's penance for several years.

Now Jiang Mo has faintly felt that his divine thought power has faintly reached the peak level of the eighth order, and it is only a matter of time before he breaks through to the ninth order.

"Come on, the more the merrier, the more the merrier. ”

Jiang Mo's body was like electricity, and the cyan flames were wrapped around his body, making those yin things suppressed, and Jiang Mo was here, like a fish in water, very relaxed.

......

The Grand Canyon of Beibi Mountain, at this moment, three days after Jiang Mo left here, the thick fog covered the Grand Canyon again, and some timid monks were afraid that their hands and feet would be weak when they walked here.

Call----

At this moment, a burst of wind sounded, the thick fog was blown away, and several figures landed here.

The first person was very thin, but he was wearing a bright red robe, which looked bright as blood.

Behind this man, there were two women, both of whom were very charming, one of whom was plump and had a full chest that almost unbuttoned his shirt.

The other woman was tall and fair-skinned, and there was a charm in her eyebrows and eyes.

The man in the big red robe reached out his palm and flicked it lightly in the Grand Canyon, and the thick fog suddenly dispersed.

Even the nails of this person were as red as blood, and I saw that there was a yuan force in his palm that spewed out, enveloping the underneath.

After a while, the scenes were extremely eeriely suspended in the air.

That picture is exactly what Jiang Mo and Condensation Frost were like when they were here, and the details of the battle were also revealed through this picture.

The red-robed man's gaze fell on the moment the last scar-faced man died, and his face changed suddenly.

"It was this white-haired boy who killed my poor brother. ”

The red-robed man's voice was not loud, but it echoed in a low voice in this Grand Canyon, and the two bewitching women behind him couldn't help but feel a little chill in their backs.

(End of chapter)