Chapter 134: The Fish Dies
"What then?" Lu Xinyao glanced at Wu Jiayu with some concern, and said in a low voice, "You can't ignore him." ΡΡΡ.(vii) (ix) x.S.ΡΠΎΠΌ The update is so fast. β
"Naturally, I can't."
Han Mo thought about it for a while, looked up at the 'yin' sky, and thought that Lin Yongsheng should be on the rooftop. After a moment, he turned his head and said to the evil god: "You are waiting below here, and I will go up to deal with Lin Yongsheng." β
"You're alone?"
Han Mo grinned, "You don't have to worry, I can't finish my strength now." Besides, I just drank a lot of snake blood, and I need to use my hands to better absorb the power. β
The evil god groaned for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll wait below, there is something to call me." β
"Well, whether Wu Jiayu can live or not depends on you."
"Never let him die!" The evil god nodded.
Han Mo also nodded, waved his palm, and led a few people upstairs.
"Lin Yongsheng, I'm here! Don't hide, come out and die. As soon as Han Mo entered the corridor, he immediately raised his hand and slapped it out.
Rumble......
The sound of the sonic boom echoed in the corridor, Lin Yongsheng didn't know where to hide, and he didn't squeak for Han Mo's provocation.
There was silence in the corridor, only the sound of Han Mo's footsteps.
Han Mo took out three plastic water bottles from his sleeve, grabbed some dancinbar and sprinkled it in, shook it, poked a small 'hole' in the lid, handed it to Lu Xinyao and the others, and said, "Wait a minute, if a ghost comes, spray them with water." β
"Han Mo, is this thing really useful?" Lu Xinyao asked.
Han Mo smiled, "Dan Cinnabar Yang Qi is very heavy, and ordinary cultivators are already a little scared. In addition, this water is the 'dew' water when the sun first comes out, absorbing the purple gas from the east. If the ghost is sprayed, the ghost body will be broken. β
Lu Xinyao nodded, "It turns out that this is the effect." β
"Okay, wait a minute, be careful yourself, don't follow Lin Yongsheng's way." Han Mo instructed.
"Well, don't worry, I'm not going to drag you back." Han Mo took Lu Xinyao's hand and said in a low voice, "Xinyao, wait a minute, you can see the opportunity and give Lin Yongsheng a shot." β
"Where?"
Lu Xinyao's meaning Han Mo knew clearly, whether it was a shot that killed Lin Yongsheng, or whether it made him lose some of his mobility. Han Mo groaned, "It depends on the situation......"
"Let's go, go upstairs!"
After speaking, Han Mo turned around and walked quickly to the rooftop, Lu Xinyao nodded and followed closely behind him. Liu Zun and the others carefully chased after the water bottle, and Song Tianxie walked leisurely and leisurely at the back alone.
Whew......
When I came to the big 'gate' of the rooftop, a 'yin' wind blew from the rooftop, blowing people cold all over the body.
"Lin Yongsheng, you hide there, get out of here!" Han Mo looked around, didn't see Lin Yongsheng, pinched his fingers and pointed out, stopping the 'yin' wind.
"Little Taoist, you came so fast." A cold voice floated down from above, but it was nowhere to be seen.
Han Mo glanced up at the night sky and walked briskly onto the rooftop. As soon as he stepped on it, a ghost suddenly pounced from behind, Han Mo waved his palm, red light flashed, and immediately asked for its 'life'.
waved his hand, let Lu Xinyao and them come up first, took more than ten steps back, and looked up to see that on the skylight directly above the entrance of the building, there was a cross, and Lin Mocheng was tied to it.
Lin Yongsheng carried his hands behind his back and stood on it, and there were five evil cultivators behind him. As for the evil spirits, there must be them, but where, it is not yet known.
Lin Yongsheng had a palm-length knife mark on his cheek, like a centipede lying on his face, adding a bit of hideousness to him. He stared at Han Mo viciously and said, "Little Taoist, today is either you dead or I die." β
Han Mo sneered, "Then I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed, I don't have the heart to fight with you." I'm here to kill you. β
"Little Taoist, you are too arrogant!"
"You're also 'quite arrogant'......"
Han Mo snorted coldly: "How many people you Tu Zhengdao killed in Yuenan City, and how many souls could not be reincarnated, these are all blood accounts, and I will settle accounts with you one by one." β
"Haha......"
Lin Yongsheng laughed arrogantly, his face was like frost, "Little Taoist, tonight, it is my battle of honor and disgrace for Tu Zhengdao, you are doomed." β
"You owe it to the lives of those who die at your hands and the demons!"
"It seems that you really want to fight with me to kill the ...... of the net," Han Mo said indifferently: "I said, you don't have that qualification." β
After that, Han Mo took a few steps forward, and Lin Yongsheng suddenly grabbed Lin Mosheng's neck and roared, "Little Taoist, if you dare to take a step forward, I will kill her immediately." β
"Tiger poison doesn't eat children, you can actually attack your own 'daughter', and you don't know how vicious it is to other people, I can't keep you." Lin Yongsheng gritted his teeth and said, "Little Taoist, you have abolished your cultivation, I can spare her life, otherwise it will ......"
His palm slammed hard, and Lin Moxian, who was tilting his head, groaned in pain.
"Kill him!"
Lin Yongsheng took out his left hand on his waist, five or six 'yin' ghost shadows, his eyes 'revealed' fierce light, bared his teeth, and pounced on him with his ten fingers open.
"Look for death!"
Han Mo pointed out a finger, and the red light in his palm flashed, hitting the ghost. The ghost's momentum was blocked, and it stepped back a little, and with a roar, it drifted away separately, and pounced from several directions at the same time.
"The Nine Angels, with a spear in hand. Drive the elephants to the sky, and enter the downwind. Dispel demons, flame vanguard. Haste as a law. Han Mo kept stomping on the ground with his right foot, and he had a seal in his hand, "Kill!" β
"Ah......h
A fierce momentum suddenly erupted, hitting several ghosts that rushed up, and their bodies floated out, trembling incessantly, and their eyes were filled with unspeakable fear.
"Good!"
Lu Xinyao saw Han Mo knock off a few ghosts with one move, and waved her fist excitedly. She felt that Han Mo was too powerful and domineering, and he was simply a god.
Lin Yongsheng roared, "Kill him." β
Several ghosts glanced at each other and pounced again.
"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable...... If you don't work hard, then don't blame me. Han Mo shouted in a deep voice. Han Mo stretched out his palm and directly grabbed the two ghosts in his hand, and the silver light flashed in his palm, and the two ghosts couldn't even scream, and their souls flew away.
"Ah......h
Several other ghosts pounced on him from other places, waving their fingers fiercely at Han Mo, Han Mo snorted coldly, his fingers were in the center of his eyebrows, and his whole body immediately emitted golden light. Several ghosts were caught off guard, screaming and struggling in the golden light, and finally vanished.
When Lin Yongsheng saw the few ghosts he had prepared, he disappeared in the blink of an eye, and his teeth itched with hatred. He turned his head to look at a few evil cultivators and said, "You guys go." β
"Yes!"
Five evil cultivators jumped down from above and surrounded Han Mo. Han Mo carefully looked at these evil cultivators, their cultivation was not low, and it was still a little troublesome to deal with. If Lu Xinyao still had bullets in her gun, it would have killed them.
However, now I can only fight hard.
Swish......
An evil cultivator 'drawn' a thin sword from his waist and pounced on him with a sword 'flower'. Han Mo pulled out the short sword of fish intestines and faced the enemy, the sword light and sword shadow, flickering.
Ding Ding ......
Han Mo attacked fiercely, the evil cultivators were defeated and retreated, and the other four wanted to come up to help, but they felt the fierce aura, and they were afraid and didn't dare to come forward.
"Ah......h
Suddenly, Han Mo's left hand was tapped on the evil cultivator's wrist, and the thin sword in his hand immediately fell to the ground, covering his right hand and screaming in pain. Han Mo slashed over, he hurriedly retreated, and the other four people also pounced.
It is better to cut off one of his fingers than to hurt his ten fingers, how could Han Mo miss such a good opportunity......