"Presumptuous!"

Luo Mo let out a low sigh and stretched out his palm to the sky. The space was shattered, and the power of the space after the shattering did not dissipate, instead of being mixed together by a strange force, crushing the figure in mid-air.

"Wow!"

There was another sharp scream, but this time it was not only the attack of the divine soul, but also the violent spatial storm that rolled down from above, colliding with the power of the Luo Moth.

The two forces were frozen in mid-air for a moment, and the power of Luo Moth gained the upper hand, and this upper hand quickly turned into victory, bursting all the forces that stood in the way. An illusory fist composed entirely of the power of space rose into the sky, and a fat mouse appeared, looking a little helpless at the moment, two small hands kept paddling, and the power of space could be combined arbitrarily in his hands, but it couldn't stop this fist in the slightest.

"Ancient treasure hunting rats, such bloodlines, dare to appear in front of me, looking for death!"

Finding the culprit, Luo Yu snorted coldly, his illusory fist suddenly opened, and he grabbed the mouse and wanted to slap it in it. And the space control that the mouse is proud of looks a little ridiculous in front of this giant palm at this moment.

"You know the sky is high and the earth is thick. ”

A light laugh wafted between heaven and earth, the space that was originally imprisoned exploded, the treasure hunting mouse screamed, disappeared in place in a flash, and when it appeared again, it had become a mini mouse, and it was nested on the shoulders of a young man, and his eyes were staring at Luo Mo viciously. It's just that with this fat appearance and those small eyes, such eyes are really not lethal.

Luo Mo frowned, looked at the young man who had just appeared, and a trace of vigilance appeared in his heart. Breaking his spatial confinement is nothing, after all, Luo Mo didn't use all his strength. But such an understatement is not something that anyone can do, even if it is the other seven powerhouses with his name, it is quite difficult to do this.

"Who is Your Excellency!" Luo Mo said in a deep voice.

"Shen Cong. Shen Cong said indifferently.

"You're that monster?"

The old man struggled to stand up, looking at Shen Cong in mid-air, his eyes widening slightly. The altar was not destroyed, it was still running at the moment, and the breath in it was directed at Shen Cong. I thought it would attract a monster that had lost most of its mind, but it turned out to be such a person.

Luo Moth's eyes narrowed, what the monster looked like, he still knew it, Shen Cong's state at the moment, and the monster could not match, but the altar would not make a mistake.

It is a little incredible that he can be safe and sound after being contaminated with the Dark Night Life Spring, and Luo Mo is even more curious about how Shen Cong did it. And among the powerhouses of the human race, there is no such person as Shen Cong, but among the closed disciples of Qingyang Tianzun, there is such a person, combined with his appearance and breath, Luo Yu actually guessed that Shen Cong was probably the person who caused the Heavenly Dao just now.

"The closed disciple of the dignified Qingyang Tianzun is actually a monster, I don't know what kind of scene this news will be when it reaches the human race!" Luo Mo laughed in a low voice.

"You can't pass it on. Shen Cong shook his head and said.

"What did you say!"

The smile on Luo Cong's face disappeared suddenly, he wanted to tease Shen Cong, but he didn't expect Shen Cong to answer like this. This kind of answer, Luo Mo usually takes it as a joke at most, but Shen Cong said it extremely indifferently, and that kind of confidence that cannot be concealed. This kind of self-confidence stabbed Luo Moth.

However, a newly advanced ninth-order apocalypse, although he is of the same level, there is a gap in strength, he is an eighth general. What's more, this moment should be when Shen Cong is at his weakest. Could it be that if you break through to the ninth order, you can ignore everything?

"You're as ignorant as your pet!"

Luo Mo sneered, in Luo Moth's heart, Shen Cong was afraid that he had just broken through, and his self-confidence had skyrocketed, so he would kill here alone, thinking that he could solve everything. This is simply a mentally retarded approach, and I don't know how other human race powerhouses will agree, but this is also Luo Moth's opportunity, killing Shen Cong can greatly reduce the morale of the human race.

"You don't look smart. Shen Cong laughed softly.

"Die!"

Luo Moth's eyes widened, for some reason, Shen Cong's words could always sting Luo Moth's upset. may be because of the self-confidence he showed, and Luo Mo wanted Shen Cong to understand that this is not ignorance, it is arrogance, and ignorance and arrogance have to pay a terrible price, such as life!

"Boom!"

A war hammer appeared in Luo Moth's hand, and Luo Moth's sky-high aura soared again, and in Shen Cong's eyes, this war hammer became the center point of all aura.

"Ninth-Order Spiritual Weapon? No, it's just half a ninth-order spiritual weapon!"

Shen Cong was a little surprised, the aura of the war hammer was extremely thick, far stronger than that of a ninth-order apocalypse cultivator. This is determined by the characteristics of the spiritual weapon itself, which can hold the spiritual energy better than the cultivator, and over the long years, it has also accumulated various fragments of the Heavenly Dao. When it comes to real fighting, a ninth-order apocalypse cultivator will definitely be better than a ninth-order spirit weapon, but if a ninth-order powerhouse has a ninth-order spirit weapon, it is far more than the result of two ninth-order apocalypse joining forces, which is why so many ninth-order powerhouses want to cast a ninth-order spirit weapon.

At this moment, the power in the warhammer surpasses the Luo Moth itself, and as the controller, Luo Mo has the power to control this power. Because of this, Luo Mo became an eighth general, although this was not a complete ninth-order spirit weapon, it was completely sufficient.

"Boom!"

Luo Mo appeared in front of Shen Cong in one step and smashed it down with a hammer. The space shattered, and the surroundings became pitch black. The invagination of space forms a restriction that is far more powerful than spatial confinement. Luo Mo didn't expect this to really trap Shen Cong, but as long as Shen Cong was affected a little, his hammer would be able to exert his power to the peak.

If it were other veteran ninth-order powerhouses, Luo Mo would not be so direct, after all, those people would be very cautious. But for Shen Cong, since he dares to be so confident, he will pay the price. And just as Luo Mo hoped, Shen never moved, waiting for him to smash it with a hammer, which made Luo Mo even more happy, this is simply a live target, and he is going to smash this target now.

Shen Cong watched the war hammer fall, feeling the throughput of the aura and the law of transformation, and realized it in his heart. The god and demon refining body is a huge treasure, because the barbarian king did not leave a specific move, so it gave Shen Cong countless possibilities. The spiritual weapon is far more powerful than the cultivator.

If a cultivator has the ability to swallow such as a spiritual weapon, his power can be increased by more than two. But this can only be imagined, it is impossible for a cultivator to do it, and he can't even imitate it, so spiritual weapons have always existed and occupy such an important position. But Shen Cong is different, other cultivators can't bear it, but the body of gods and demons can, and can even be more perfect.

Shen Cong punched out, the initial was unremarkable, but immediately, as if an origin exploded in the middle, the aura of heaven and earth exploded in an instant, more terrifying than the aura emanating from the war hammer, and even to the point of horror, Luo Moth's face changed in an instant.

"Boom!"

In the void, huge cracks spread out, and the cracks were unbelievably thick, as if as long as there was a little more, it would really break, much more conspicuous than the spiderweb-like traces that Shen Cong had made at the beginning, even to the extent that they were visible to the naked eye.

The body of the lozenge flew upside down and crashed into the cave, which exploded, killing all the aliens. to death, they didn't expect that they would be stoned to death by Luo Moth.

"Poof!"

Deep underground, the lobe moth opened its mouth and spewed blood, containing fragments of the internal organs. Luo Moth's eyes were frightened and incredible, Tianzun's strength was not so terrifying. Luo Mo has seen Tianzun, whether it is a human race or an alien race. Tianzun can crush the ninth-order apocalypse, but there is also a limit to his strength, and he will definitely not reach such a level.

And after the real collision at that moment, the feeling that Shen Cong gave Luo Yu was a huge ninth-order spiritual weapon. The ninth-order spirit weapon is not terrifying, the terrifying thing is that it can compress all the power to one point with such a swallowing aura, this kind of performance surpasses all the imagination of Luo Moth, how can there be such a monster in heaven and earth.

Shen Cong was still standing in mid-air, and the punch just now did not satisfy Shen Cong. The leakage of power is serious, which is why there is such a grand scene. If it was really perfectly controlled, it should be an ordinary punch, and in the end, Shen never controlled it well, otherwise Luo Mo was standing like this at the moment.

The little guy stood on Shen Cong's shoulder, constantly waving his little arms, imitating Shen Cong's movements. But he didn't do anything, but he made his body hurt, and the scared little guy didn't dare to try again.

"You, come again!"

Summing up the gains and losses, Shen Cong looked at Luo Moth. Luo Mo trembled, without the slightest hesitation, his body had just recovered a little, Luo Mo immediately jumped into the void, and he fled.

Shen Cong frowned, sensing the scene in the void, and punched out. Quietly, but at the end, the aura of heaven and earth rioted again, and a huge black hole was knocked out by Shen Cong's punch, and inside the black hole, Luo Mo fled frantically.

"Boom!"

Luo Moth's body suddenly froze in the void, and the next moment, it exploded into countless powders, and the powder turned into countless spiritual lights. The warhammer that was blocked behind Luo Moth suddenly broke, and the hammer head was disconnected from the hammer handle, and the hammer handle was first full of cracks, and then the cracks burst open, creating a pile of scrap metal.

The hammer handle is only an eighth-order spiritual weapon, and it is Luo Mo who has spent countless efforts to combine it with the hammer head to achieve the power of a half-step ninth-order spiritual weapon. At this moment, the hammer handle is broken, even the hammer head is greatly damaged, and the aura is dim.

Shen Cong's right hand moved, and the hammer flew in and fell into Shen Cong's hand. Looking at the mottled marks on the hammerhead, this hammer has gone through countless years.

Put the hammer head into the Qiankun bag, such a half piece of ninth-order spirit weapon is still very useful, and a method like Luo Moth is undoubtedly the most inferior. Of course, for Luo Cong, doing so may be the most beneficial, because of this hammer, he has more terrifying power than the powerhouses of the same level, but now it is cheaper than Shen Cong, and it has also allowed Shen Cong to find a more suitable combat method for himself, and the strength is so violent that it can be understood by looking at the void rift at that time.

"It's time to go!"

Shen Cong glanced around, just about to break into the void, his body suddenly struck, hundreds of thousands of miles away, Shen Cong felt a little strange fluctuation, and more importantly, this fluctuation was very familiar!

In the mountains, the blackness gathered together into the surge, and a figure floated in mid-air, with heaven and earth centered on him. The eyes of the figure were slightly closed, as if they were asleep, and at this moment, not far from the figure, three figures were trapped in a black foam, purple light swam, the earth roared, and the weak water was three thousand, but it could not break the bubble.