Mount Thorns.

Countless stumps and broken limbs spread from the foot of the mountain to the nameless village.

These corpses were all dressed in dragon scale iron armor, but the iron armor with excellent defense did not seem to have any effect, some of them were cut off with armor, some of the corpses were pierced in the heart, and many of them were cut off with a sword...... Although the deaths are strange, they are obviously all killed by the sword.

Blood stained the land red, converging into streams, bubbling and flowing, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood!

There are also some horses and beasts that have lost their owners, because of hunger, they gnaw on the corpses on the ground, and the corpses are torn to pieces; All kinds of broken swords, spears, shields and other weapons were scattered next to the corpse, and the broken wounds were also extremely smooth sword marks.

In the second month when Shen Mo and Chen Mengze lived in the nameless mountain village, Qingguo mobilized tens of thousands of troops and conquered them with the overwhelming momentum of Mount Tai, intending to completely wipe out the two of them in Thorn Mountain.

The result was obvious, this elite army was defeated by Shen Mo and the others.

In the col with a slightly flat terrain, it was originally a military camp where the Qingguo army was temporarily stationed, and at this time it was also full of corpses and blood flowing.

In the open space in the center of the corpse pile, the commander of the Qing army was trampled under Shen Mo's feet, unable to move, and could only keep cursing viciously; This person is the strongest opponent that Shen Mo has encountered since he came to the Shinto world, and after borrowing the power of the gods, he was able to turn into a five-zhang giant, and even broke the robe on his body, leaving a small wound on his body!

"In turns, your consumption is too great. Why don't you rest for a few days and then face God when you're recovered? Chen Mengze used the water he carried with him to wet the Jinpa, and after wiping the blood stains on his face for Shen Mo, he said with a worried face.

Shen Mo raised the fine iron heavy sword and began to engrave the bloodstained spirit pattern on the back of the commander of the Qing army: "If you stay here for one more day, my strength will weaken by a point." In a few days, something may happen, sooner rather than later! ”

Although he was taking Zhuang Xuesan every day, Shen Mo clearly felt that his current strength was much weaker than when he first entered this realm, and as time went on, it would continue to weaken; In the long run, even if he returned to the Xuanhuang World, it would take a lot of effort to recover, which would seriously delay his cultivation progress.

If you stay in the Shinto world for one hundred and eighty years, maybe you won't even be able to keep the cultivation of the Shenqiao Realm, and you will have to fall back to the Yuandan Realm!

And at the moment, the commander of the Qing army that he captured alive will most likely be able to borrow enough divine power to completely stimulate the effect of the spirit pattern, and at that time, as long as he kills the god he worships, he will be able to smoothly get out of this world where the immortal path is not clear!

"Heaven damn extraterritorial demons, don't think I don't know...... What kind of presumptuousness are you fighting! ”

The commander of the Qing army spat blood in his mouth and cursed indistinctly.

The spirit pattern had not yet been carved, and every time he tried to recite a mantra to sacrifice himself, he would be kicked off by Shen Mo, and most of his teeth had fallen out at this time.

This person is not only the most powerful god disciple in the world, but also the high-level of Qingguo, and knows a lot about various secrets, including the origins of Shen Mo, Chen Mengze and others, including the effect of the spirit pattern engraved on his back......

"How can such a small ant-like existence understand the greatness and extraordinariness of our Lord? Since you are looking for death, then Ben Shuai will fulfill you! ”

The final stroke of the spirit pattern was completed.

Shen Mo put away the fine iron heavy sword, let go of the suppression of the commander of the Qing army, and then took Chen Mengze back dozens of zhang.

At the same time, this powerful disciple of the gods, with a crazy look on his face, kept spitting blood and chanting in a low voice; As he began to sacrifice his own flesh and blood, soul, longevity, etc., a powerful mysterious power emerged out of thin air in his body, causing his body to continue to expand and rise!

But he didn't turn into the appearance of the previous five-zhang giant, and in the next moment, the blood-colored spirit pattern lit up, and all the mysterious power that emerged in his body was intercepted.

"Ahem!"

The inflated body of the commander of the Qing army withered, and the whole person instantly turned into a rickety old man with a white beard!

And the blood-colored spirit pattern on his back became more and more brilliant.

Shen Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, holding the sword in one hand and Chen Mengzeyu's hand tightly in the other, waiting for the change.

"Buzz!"

The blood-colored spirit pattern suddenly burst out with a dazzling light, staining the entire world into blood red, and powerful spatial fluctuations swept out.

When the vision in front of them recovered, Shen Mo and Chen Mengze found that they had appeared in a strange space......

As far as the eye can see, it is all blood red.

The blood-red sun hung high in the sky, and the sunlight sprinkled through the blood-red mist, forming mottled light and shadow;

Among the dead trees and barren grass, scattered with broken stone monuments, yellowed human bones, rusty weapons, and desolate ruins, it constitutes an ancient and mysterious picture, which makes people feel as if they are in the ancient battlefield!

Through the blood-colored mist, a majestic mountain was faintly visible in the distance......

With the help of Shen Mo, it became clear that this high mountain was not a real mountain, but a towering giant sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a blurred face, and covered with hideous scale armor!

"It's the Martial Might?"

The commander of the Qing army worships a god who is respected by the disciples of the gods of Qingguo as the "martial arts and demons general", who is in charge of many positions related to bravery, war and killing.

After seeing this "Martial God God" with his own eyes, Shen Mo immediately knew that it was not a powerful being, and it did not have an independent personality and spiritual intelligence at all.

The form of his existence is closer to the evil he has encountered!

As if sensing that an outsider had invaded its territory, the "Wuwei God" slowly stood up, and let out a reprimand of unknown meaning from his mouth, like a rolling thunder constantly impacting the minds of Shen Mo and Chen Mengze.

In the next moment, it waved its big hand covered with bone spurs and like a mountain rock, and slapped it towards Shen Mo and the others.

"Boom!"

The entire sky and earth trembled, and there was a slap print the size of a lake on the ground.

However, Shen Mo had already used the effect, holding Chen Mengze and appearing more than ten miles away, which could be evaded the giant palm of the Wuwei God!

"Are the gods of this world so strong? With such strength, how did other foreign monks complete the task of killing gods? Chen Mengze let go of the arm that was holding Shen Mo's waist, fell from him, and said coldly with a frown.

"The gods of the Shinto world are only strong and weak, and the strong are unpredictable, and the weak cannot even compare with the disciples under the throne. Before the fight, no one knew what the strength of the god he was facing was only! ”

"We are not very lucky, this martial god we have encountered is probably one of the most powerful gods."