Seeing this, Li Mo immediately retreated dozens of feet away, suspended in midair, and at the same time set up multiple defenses, bursts of colorful light rose, and a pair of deep pupils stared at the top.

He didn't know if these thunderbolts would be attracted by resentment, so they all slashed at Murong Ancestor, but it was always right to be cautious.

Murong Ancestor on the side, his eyes staring at the blood-colored heavenly punishment falling from the air, and the whole person was waiting for him.

Thundered

The wind surged, the heavenly punishment fell, and after the ninety-nine eighty-one thunderbolts drilled out of the black clouds, they split into two strands.

One stream of forty-one slashed towards Li Mo, and the other strand of forty slashed towards Murong Old Ancestor.

"I have no grudges here, why is there one more heavenly punishment than that old thief!"

Li Mo looked at the falling heavenly punishment, his heart sank, and after secretly scolding a few words, he used all his spiritual power to prepare to resist the heavenly punishment.

A blood-colored lightning bolt he could easily resist, and now forty-one fell at once, and Li Mo's pressure doubled.

You must know that the power contained in a thunderbolt is equivalent to a full blow from the first layer of the Innate Realm.

With the Chaos Divine Body and the Body Protector Divine Ring, Li Mo could resist the blow of the innate seventh-layer cultivator, but in the face of the full force of the forty-one innate first-tier cultivators, he didn't know the bottom in his heart.

After all, sometimes one plus one, but it's much bigger than two.

"Boom!"

Li Mo was submerged in the blood-colored thunder, the dazzling light bloomed, and the thunder was cathartic.

Let's talk about Murong Old Ancestor.

When the forty heavenly punishments were smashed at him.

He immediately threw away the last wisp of resentment, and as before, he withdrew and retreated, not daring to resist the catastrophe.

Although with his cultivation, he could easily block the Heavenly Punishment, but he was worried that his aura would be locked, and when the Heavenly Punishment would increase in strength, it would not wear him out, and the Heavenly Punishment would not disperse.

Especially after Li Mo resisted the catastrophe, the strange blood patterns that appeared on his body made him even more jealous.

"Whew"

The last wisp of resentment was thrown out, and under the restraint of Murong Old Ancestor's spiritual power, he couldn't struggle, and let out a terrible wail, and the scalp of the listener was numb.

At this moment, he is so unwilling, so powerless, maybe he is about to be completely wiped out under the punishment of heaven, and pictures appear in his mind.

He remembered his past and knew why he hated the man in front of him so much.

He was originally a hunter in a village, and although he lived in a very poor life, he was still able to maintain his daily needs with his superb hunting skills, at least without worrying about food and clothing.

He has a wife who is not too pretty, but very virtuous, and a daughter with a sweet smile, and the family is happy.

But this happy day did not last long.

One day, he went out hunting as usual, and after a great deal of effort, he finally caught a beast, and although he paid a great price for it, and the claws of the beast cut a terrible scar on his chest, and the blood kept gushing out, he was very happy, and after casually bandaging the wound on his chest, he began to dispose of the beast's corpse.

Because today is his daughter's fifth birthday, when he drags the beast's body back and sells it, he can use the money to buy a new dress for his daughter.

Those dignitaries and nobles, when they are big fish and meat, will never think about what kind of efforts people living at the bottom will make in order to survive.

In order to surprise his daughter, the hunter dragged the injured body to the bazaar, and sold it for an unsatisfactory but very attractive price.

The hunter was delighted, and with trembling hands he placed a string of copper coins in his bosom, and then went straight to a tailor's shop.

In the process, he forgot about the wounds on his body, and only saw his daughter's happy expression when she saw the new clothes.

At this moment, the hunter felt extremely satisfied and happy.

At last the hunter bought the beautiful new dress at the tailor's shop, and he wrapped it in layers as if he had found it, because he feared that his blood would stain the gift for his daughter.

Although this dress may be worthless in the eyes of a rich man, and it looks very rough, for a poor family, this is the best he can get for his daughter.

On the way back, the hunter was overjoyed and overjoyed, looking forward to what kind of smile his daughter would have on her face when she saw the new dress.

Just as he was about to walk to the village, a bad feeling suddenly arose in the hunter's heart, and a cold wind blew behind him, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and beads of sweat flowed from his head.

The instincts he had cultivated over the years of hunting told him that something was wrong ahead, that there was danger, and that if he went any further, he would die.

It's a hunter's instinct and it's very keen.

The hunter's heart sank, he took the bow and arrow behind him, set up his position, raised his vigilance to the highest, and then hid into the forest, then took cover from the bushes, and continued on his way.

Thinking that there might be some beast of prey, he ran out of the depths of the mountain and came to the side of his village, as a good hunter in the village, he had to dispose of this beast for the safety of the villagers and his family.

He has a lot of experience in hunting, and he knows how to stay calm, keep his sanity, and know when to strike a fatal blow no matter what the situation.

Under the cover of the dense forest, he walked through the mountains, like a hunting tiger, and approached the village with sharp eyes.

At this moment, he could even hear the bitter cries of the villagers.

The hunter guessed that the beast had entered the village and was harming the villagers, and although he wanted to rush in and kill the beast at once to stop its atrocity, his years of hunting experience had taught him that he could not do so.

Because the beast is far more than humans in terms of size and speed, facing each other, humans can't compete with the beast, not to mention that he is injured and rushes out, and the consequences are unpredictable.

Forcing the thought of rushing out, he held the bow in both hands and filled it full, sharp arrows, cold light flickering.

In this way, the hunter pulled out the last bushes, saw the situation in the village, and at the same time searched for the traces of the beast, he breathed steadily, calmly, and once he found his target, he would immediately release a deadly arrow.

What came into view was a field of corpses, a mess, familiar villagers lying to the ground, their blood staining the village.

Seeing this, the hunter was stunned, and his eyes turned red, but he chose to restrain himself, as a good hunter, he must remain calm at all times.

With the cover of the village houses, he sneaked in the direction where the screams came, and the hunter was in a hurry, and walked faster and faster, because the direction from which the screams came was the direction of his house, and his wife and daughter were still at home waiting for him to return.

Finally, in a fit of anxiety, the hunter came to his house, and he saw the beast as well.

It was a figure wrapped in darkness, like a grim reaper, mercilessly harvesting the life of the village.

When he saw the scene before him, the hunter was stunned, only to see his wife lying in a pool of blood, and his daughter, who was being held in the hands of a black shadow, with big black hands like a thick rope, making his daughter gasp, kicking her legs wildly, and her pure face was full of panic and fear.

"Ahh

The hunter's eyes were red, and he roared, and as soon as his hand loosened, the long arrow shot out, carrying his rage, and rushing towards the black shadow as fast as lightning.

"Bang"

"Click"

Two voices rang out at the same time.

One was a hunter's arrow, which was accurately shot at the head of the black shadow, but it was blocked by a wisp of black mist, and it did not cause any damage to the black shadow.

The other sound was the sound of his daughter's neck being broken.

The hunter watched as his daughter gradually lost her movement in the hands of the black shadow, her panicked eyes darkened, and her struggling calves calmed down.

"Roar"

At this moment, the hunter lost his composure and his mind, and the death of his wife and daughter made him unable to remain calm, and he roared angrily, his voice hoarse, like a wild beast.

His eyes were red, and his eyes were filled with sadness, despair, and anger......

The hunter went crazy, he dropped his bow and arrows, drew his broadsword at his waist, and rushed towards the shadow with a scream, his mouth was roaring, his eyes were tearing, and he was going to chop this shadow into pulp.

However, the black shadow just glanced at him coldly, his eyes were so cold, so ruthless, without a trace of emotional fluctuations, as if he was looking at an ant.

In a cold gaze, the black shadow slowly stretched out his right hand and smashed it at the hunter.

Then, the hunter only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he lost consciousness......

Right now

The hunter came to his senses.

Although he didn't remember what that black shadow looked like, he didn't know who he was or what kind of identity he had, but those cold and ruthless pupils were deeply rooted in the hunter's heart, even if his body was broken and his soul was drowned, he would never forget it.

Because this is the eyes of the murderer who killed his wife and daughter, he must firmly remember that even if he becomes a ghost, he will crawl out of hell, find the owner of this look, and break him into thousands of pieces.

Now that the hunter's body and soul have been destroyed, although he has regained consciousness, it is only a wisp of resentment, and he is about to be purified by the power of heavenly punishment.

In a trance, the hunter seemed to hear a voice from above.

"Child, let go of everything, I will wash away your grievances with thunder, and reshape the next life for you, come here, throw yourself into my arms."

When the hunter heard this voice, his eyes returned to clarity, and he looked at the blood-colored lightning that was about to fall on him, and the figures of his wife and daughter crossed his mind.

In the humble house, the hunter saw his virtuous wife, who had already prepared a meal for him, and was standing at the table beckoning to him, and the food on the table exuded a steaming fragrance, although it was not a big fish or meat, but the fragrance came to him, and the taste was better than all deliciousness.

The hunter's daughter, dressed in the clothes he had bought from the bazaar, beckoned to him with a smile on her face, her big eyes shining as if asking the hunter.

"Is it pretty?"