"Damn ant, how dare you hurt me?" Falling Mo let out an angry roar, flailing his fist and blasting down again.

"Boom"

Xiulan Mountain didn't dodge or block, he seemed to be stupid, just watching, punching himself.

The previous impact had completely burned out the source of his life, and he no longer had any strength, not even able to move his feet.

"Bang"

Xiulan Mountain's body exploded in half, and the remaining half of his body drew an arc in the air, and finally landed in the 100,000 mountains.

Xiulan Mountain, dead?

Cao Shu looked at it stupidly, no sorrow, no pain, no joy and no sorrow.

Great sorrow without pain, great sorrow without crying.

It's like he's watching a movie, watching someone he knows die of.

No, he didn't believe that Xiulan Mountain, who had accepted the inheritance of the Sage, had died like this?

The blood and minced flesh that could fall in front of his eyes, as well as the half-cut body that didn't know where it was flying, all showed that Xiulan Mountain, who had accepted the inheritance of the saint, died in battle.

"No matter how good your qualifications are, even if you can hurt me, it's just a slightly stronger ant. Luomo brushed his hand over the scar on his cheek, and his voice was very low.

As a cultivator of the Sixfold Fusion Heaven Realm, he would be injured by someone from the Fourfold Heaven Realm, if Luo Mo was not shocked in his heart, it would be impossible.

But more than that, in fact, he was annoyed and angry, in front of so many people, he was injured by ants, and he couldn't help but be angry.

On the spaceship, in the Linglong Tower, Chen Yunde and Ji Mo sighed lightly at the same time.

Such a strong qualification, but it lacks the cultivation method and cultivation resources.

With the ability shown by Xiulan Mountain, if he was born in Yingchaotian, no one present would be able to beat him, and he might even be killed by him.

"Xiulan Mountain ......"

Lou Yeyu came quickly with a dazzling white light, and in the cold sword light, there was a mournful roar.

Bloody tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, down his cheeks, and shed two dazzling marks.

"Brush"

The sword light seemed to be lightning, and it fell fiercely towards the falling ink.

Ling Feng sighed slightly, she had already left her hand just now, originally planning to leave Lou Yeyu alive, but he jumped out again.

"I killed the Heavenly Shura Dao just now, and now your Sword Gate has come out to die?"

Luomo is different from Lingfeng, he has no feelings to talk about, since he wants to fight, he will definitely not keep his hands.

The fist, raised again, shone brightly.

"Bang"

The fist mark was like a cannonball that had been knocked out, facing the falling sword light.

Luomo didn't believe that there could be another Xiulan Mountain here, and this punch should be able to beat Lou Yeyu into pulp.

"Whoosh"

"Boom"

A sword light suddenly slashed horizontally, and the sword light slashed the fist mark into pieces from it.

"Ji Mo ......" Luomo's eyes slowed down, and he turned his head to look at the figure in the sky.

Ji Mo held Lou Yeyu, who was already unconscious, and the long sword in his hand seemed to be transparent, looming.

"Are you going to help these abandonees?"

Luomo clenched his fists and stared at Ji Mo with his eyes firmly on him.

If Ji Mo really made a move, the sword just now should have been directly slashed at himself, not a fist mark, so what did he mean?

"This man is from my sword gate, and besides, he is already unconscious, why do you need to kill him all?"

"They're just abandoned garbage, and if they dare to do anything to me, they can only die. ”

The corners of Luomo's mouth showed cruelty, but seeing Ji Mo's eyes become cold, the long sword in his hand began to emerge, and he hesitated and said, "But since you stand up to protect him, I can consider giving you face and not pursuing his ...... for attacking me."

"Uhh......h

"Boom"

Dark blue, dark blue, wrapped in a pitch-black ghost head, suddenly exploded from Cao Shu's body.

Flames rose into the sky, scorching the earth in scorching heat.

The pitch-black ghost head was like a swaying person, and the dark blue and dark blue flames burned wildly around him.

"You, damn it. ”

Hoarse, like the sound of metal grinding, rang out from the flames.

Cao Shu saw the death of Xiulan Mountain, and saw Lou Yeyu's coma, he was completely crazy.

What is life and what is death?

If you kill him, you live, and if you can't kill him, you die.

In the flames, the scarlet and terrifying eyes gradually emerged on the pitch-black ghost's head.

In the scarlet eyes, there was a cold and piercing killing intent.

"How so?"

Luomo looked at it in astonishment, he didn't expect that what the master said really existed.

The strongest place of the primordial primordial fire is not the attack, in the glowing sky, many people can use the flame, which is higher than the primordial primordial fire, as a means of attack.

But according to rumors, this flame has existed since the beginning of heaven and earth, and it itself has absorbed the most primitive breath between heaven and earth.

Therefore, the attack of flame has always been somewhat insufficient, but it has another function that nothing else can do.

That is to open up the deepest potential of the human body, and the flame is like an introduction, leading to the hidden potential of the human body.

The reason why the monks practice so hard is precisely to open up the potential in their bodies, borrow exercises or various ritual instruments, and develop their bodies to the extreme.

According to the research of the monks over the years, the human body belongs to a certain lock-like existence, and this existence is like several layers of shackles that lock the human body firmly.

And cultivation is precisely to open this shackle, and the arduous practice can gradually open this shackle slowly.

The primordial fire itself cannot improve the human realm, but it can easily open up the potential of the human body, so that people's qualifications can be further improved, and they can grow rapidly in their cultivation.

This is a very strong ability, when the master first told Luomo, Luomo didn't take it seriously.

At that time, he was still wondering, if the Primordial Primordial Fire really had such a function, why hadn't he heard that any of the Radiant Heaven's families or sects were in control?

But now he couldn't help but believe that the Cao Shu in front of him was the existence that was opened by the primordial fire.

"The shackles, have they been opened?" Luomo's eyes showed fanaticism, if this was really the case, would he also open the shackles and multiply his cultivation when he got the primordial primordial fire?

"Boom"

The big black iron pot smashed down head-on.

The mottled cracks on the iron pot are quickly enlarged in the inky eye.

"Bang"

The iron pot was smashed open with his fist, and Luo Mo formed a claw with his other hand, grabbing at the flames.

"Smack"

A dark blue palm stretched out from the flames and slapped it on the claw, knocking it off.

The dark blue flame stretched out the flame knife and slashed the ink diagonally.

Ink's fist turned, and the flaming knife was shattered in the air.

But the fragments of the sky did not disappear, but were swallowed back by the dark blue flames.

The dark blue flame spewed out a half-meter-thick pillar of fire and hit Luomo's body.

Luo Mo smiled, waving his hands as if he was tearing a sponge and tearing apart the pillar of flames.

The faint brilliance on his body shone, whether it was Cao Shu's ghost head, or the dark blue flame knife and gun, he couldn't get even half a step close.

In fact, Luomo wasn't sure if Cao Shu could resist his punch, so he didn't really make a move.

Because he was afraid that if he killed Cao Shu, the primordial fire would dissipate.

Cao Shu kept roaring and attacking frantically.

But he couldn't even break the opponent's defense, like a crazy person, desperately smashing hard boulders with his fists.

The stone did not hurt or itch, and there was no feeling, but the man's fist was dripping with blood.