"What the hell is he for..."Wang Mo grabbed the second thorn in the throat of the Lord of Zhongheng in silence, and pulled it outward, under this drag, all the tendons in Wang Mo's body were stretched up, as if his body was infinitely stretched, this kind of pain, he had tried it when he opened the bow before, and although it was in severe pain at the moment, it could be endured.

Suddenly, with a "bang", the second thorn was pulled out by him!

The Lord of Zhongheng gritted his teeth and let out a muffled snort, his whole body covered with sweat, enduring the indescribable pain.

Wang Mo's face turned pale, and his right hand pressed on the third sharp thorn on the left arm of the Lord of Zhongheng.

"This third thorn, as well as the fourth thorn in his right arm, seals his immortal sense!" the colorful man said slowly, his voice unhurried.

Wang Mo let out a low roar, and after holding the third thorn with his right hand, he pulled it outward, and in this drag, his immortal consciousness was immediately bombarded by a strong blow coming from the third thorn, and in his feeling, it was as if the immortal consciousness was spreading and was hit hard.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Wang Mo pulled out the third thorn with a hideous expression, and at the same time, without any pause, he grabbed the fourth thorn in the right arm of the Lord of Zhongheng and pulled it out again.

Under this drag, Wang Mo's hard-hit immortal consciousness was once again hit by that force, and there was a roar echoing in his heart, and his body trembled, spurting blood again, and the repulsive power in his body rolled, making his body tremble continuously.

The arms of the Lord of Zhongheng drooped, he raised his head suddenly, looking at Wang Mo, his eyes seemed to not see the colorful people, only Wang Mo, that gaze had sadness, relief, and excitement.

Wang Mo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly at the Lord of Zhongheng, but soon, his expression froze, and in the pupils of the Lord of Zhongheng, everything around Wang Mo was reflected, but in it, Wang Mo only saw his own figure, and there was no color.

"He can't see me... Here, only you can see that you are a very interesting monk who believes in the source of war... It's the outlier here... If I wasn't sure that you had nothing to do with me, I wouldn't have believed that the work of creation was so wonderful. The colorful figure seemed to sigh.

"He said I had nothing to do with him... What do you mean by that... Believe in the source of war?Could it be that what this person is talking about is a dead Northern Confucian, or... Old Ghost of the North!" Wang Mo couldn't see through this colorful figure, his eyes flashed, and he slowly spoke: "Tianzun has three thousand blood, I don't know what it means!"

The colorful man smiled, glanced at Wang Mo, and said softly with a hint of memory.

"At the beginning, there were no gods, no immortals, and no cultivators, but he appeared and scattered three thousand blood, of which one thousand became gods, one thousand became demons, and one thousand became demons, and as the years passed, these three thousand blood either fused or diluted.

This is the origin of the appearance of the three clans of heaven and earth in heaven and earth. ”

Wang Mo's heart was shocked, he wouldn't believe all the words of the other party, but these words were very similar to what the demon soul in the war drum said when he broke the shock in the Hook Teeth Endless Realm!

Although this statement is different from what the colorful people say now, if the two are combined, there will be a clear truth!

"There are still six sealing thorns, you can continue. The colorful figure spoke slowly.

Wang Mo was silent, suppressed the doubts in his heart, raised his right hand and grabbed the fifth sharp thorn in the abdomen of the Lord of Zhongheng, where the sharp thorn was located, it was the place of the dantian.

"This fifth sharp thorn is sealed with its ability!" The voice of the colorful figure was ethereal, echoing in Wang Mo's ears.

At the moment of touching the sharp thorn, the immortal power and the god-killing power in Wang Mo's body operated at the same time, his body seemed to be broken, and under the fusion of the two forces, he rushed into his right arm, held the fifth sharp thorn, and pulled it outward.

With a bang, the sharp thorn was directly pulled out by him, but Wang Mo's body was shocked, and there was a thudding sound on his right arm, and the blood mist exploded, and his body kicked back a few steps, and then the rough breath stopped.

Wang Mo's eyes were bloodshot, he took a step forward, and returned to the Lord of Zhongheng again, the Lord of Zhongheng's face showed extreme pain, and a muffled snort faintly came from his mouth.

After approaching the Lord of Zhongheng, Wang Mo did not hesitate, stretched out his hands at the same time, and grabbed the sixth and seventh sharp thorns on the legs of the Lord of Zhongheng!

Without waiting for the colorful man to speak, Wang Mo roared, his arms suddenly flashed with golden light, and the aura of the fairy gods was permeated, and under the blood, he used both hands at the same time to pull it outward!

The Lord who was as resolute as Zhongheng couldn't bear it under this severe pain, but under the gritting of his teeth, the scream that should have been heard turned into a hissing sound.

With a "boom", the two sharp thorns were all pulled out by Wang Mo, but his body trembled violently, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and the repulsive power in his body had reached its peak, making Wang Mo's expression distorted.

"Yes, there are three more, but these last three sealing thorns are not so easy to take out, if you can finally do it, I can give you a gift." The colorful figure looked calm, the voice was insignificant, its right hand was raised, and it grabbed the colorful mist above, and immediately the colorful mist rolled, and in an instant, there was a roar echoing, but I saw a huge yellow fruit, slowly dissolving from the colorful mist, and gradually sinking.

On the fruit, there was another branch connected, which was swept by the index finger of the right hand of the colorful figure, and the branch suddenly collapsed, and the fruit separated from the branch and fell.

"This is a gift for you. ”

Wang Mo looked at the magic fruit, his brows furrowed, the feeling that this colorful figure gave him was just like facing the human emperor back then, he couldn't guess, he couldn't think of what it was for, the other party would let himself save the lord of Zhongheng, told himself about killing the gods, and even sent this magic fruit!

All this will never be for nothing, there must be something wrong here!

In silence, Wang Mo withdrew his gaze to look at the Fa Fruit, and fell on the head of the Lord of Zhongheng, a few inches next to the Heavenly Spirit, and what could be seen was the eighth sharp thorn!

Wang Mo can also see the remaining two, but it is not easy to take them out.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Mo's right hand raised and slowly pressed towards the Heavenly Spirit, the Lord of Zhongheng, his movements this time were extremely slow, and he was obviously much more dignified than the previous one without hesitation.

This eighth thorn, in the heavenly spirit, the place of the heavenly spirit is the place where life and death meet, if this thorn is nailed in the center, it is fine, but it is tilted a few inches, which makes Wang Mo unable to understand.

"This eighth sharp thorn is not a seal, but an opening of its reincarnation..."The colorful figure seemed to smile, watching Wang Mo's hand slowly approach the eighth sharp thorn.

One inch in front of the sharp thorn, Wang Mo's hand paused, this sharp thorn was different from the other seven, although the rest were nailed into the main body of Zhongheng, most of the ones left outside, but this eighth thorn was almost all pierced into the Lord Heavenly Spirit of Zhongheng, and only two inches were left outside.

Two inches, very short!

Wang Mo's hand had to pause, he didn't know what would happen to the Lord of Zhongheng after pulling it out this time, this position was too dangerous.

The Lord of Zhongheng slowly raised his head and looked at Wang Mo, although his face was still painful, his eyes were clear, he looked at Wang Mo, and after a long time, he nodded.

Wang Mo looked at the Lord of Zhongheng, gritted his teeth and did not hesitate with his right hand, grabbed the eighth thorn, and the moment he grabbed it, the Lord of Zhongheng's whole body was shocked, and the invisible pain made him let out a muffled roar.

Wang Mo's hand, the moment it touched the sharp thorn, his mind was suddenly in chaos, and scenes of distorted memories directly emerged, all of these memories were like fragments, and a large number of them poured in, making Wang Mo's mind directly swollen and painful.

He couldn't even look at these memories in detail, so he grabbed the eighth sharp thorn and pulled it outward, lifting it four inches!

The Lord of Zhongheng gritted his teeth, and never let out a violent roar, but held back, squeezing out a muffled hiss from between his teeth.

In just a few breaths, for Wang Mo and the Lord of Zhongheng, it was like endless, the sharp thorn was pulled out little by little, Wang Mo's expression was distorted, and the countless memory fragments in his brain made him almost crazy, but his hand did not tremble at all, slowly, slowly, the sharp thorn was gradually lifted higher and higher.

In the end, the sharp thorn that penetrated deep into the head of the Lord of Zhongheng was pulled out by Wang Mo, and at the moment when the last thorn tip left the Heavenly Spirit of the Lord of Zhongheng, blood flowed from the corner of the mouth of the Lord of Zhongheng, and the whole person broke away from the mountain peak, fell to Wang Mo, and was hugged by Wang Mo.

Its head shrugged and leaned on Wang Mo's shoulder, its weak body almost made Wang Mo feel its weight, and he could only listen to the faint words in his ear, the mouth of the Lord of Zhongheng.

"Thank you..."After saying this, the Lord of Zhongheng passed out.

"Yes, it's just that the last two thorns are much more difficult than before, so you can take them away and get out of here. The colorful figure waved his right hand, and immediately the magic fruit beside him went straight to Wang Mo.

"If you say you will give it to you, you will take it. ”

Wang Mo helped the Lord of Zhongheng to take the magic fruit, took a deep look at the colorful person, put away the magic fruit, and galloped backwards with the Lord of Zhongheng, far away from this colorful otherworld.

For the colorful person, Wang Mo had a strong jealousy, he couldn't guess what the other party was doing these things for, in silence, at the moment when he was about to leave, Wang Mo stopped, turned around and looked at the colorful figure in the distance behind him.

"Why!" Wang Mo asked in a hoarse voice.

"He's just a game, you want to rescue him, just let you take it, as for why... I want to see if the immortals who appear here will have wonderful changes under the work of creation... Maybe under this change, I can find him..."

"What are you looking for!" Wang Mo frowned, he couldn't understand what the other party said.

"If you can meet, you'll know. The colorful man smiled slightly, waved his right hand forward, and immediately Wang Mo's body was not controlled by himself, and he stepped back.

Wang Mo's eyes showed shock, and his body gradually walked away, exiting the colorful otherworld.

"Are you an Immortal Venerable!!" At the moment of leaving, Wang Mo asked one last question.

"Yes, it's not..."The faint voice echoed, Wang Mo's eyes flashed, and when it was clear, he was already standing in the starry sky of the star field, and in front of him, the crack in the colorful otherworld, slowly contracted, and finally disappeared without a trace.

His body also regained his freedom, but the previous scenes gave him a very deep impression, faintly he seemed to understand something, but more, he was confused...