At the moment when the petrified tortoise collapsed, the 100,000 sharp thorns on its back, including the one where the Lord of Zhongheng was located, were disconnected together, except for the one of the Lord of Zhongheng who flew into the air, the rest of the nearly 100,000 sharp thorns roared at the same time, but in the collapse, they went straight to Wang Mo from all directions.

These nearly 100,000 sharp thorns, after the collapse, are no longer mountainous, but like needle stabs, their speed is too fast, they don't give Wang Mo a chance to dodge at all, they are approaching in an instant, and they directly stab all positions on Wang Mo's body!

The sharp pain rolled like a tide, a sharp thorn penetrated through Wang Mo's chest, and in an instant, more sharp thorns came madly, and in just a few breaths, Wang Mo's figure was already wrapped in the 100,000 sharp thorns, and he couldn't see it.

All you can see is a giant ball of thorns!

The aftermath was faint, and gradually dissipated, and the colorful otherworld, under the continuous roar before, slowly fell silent, and the hundred thousand mountains disappeared, except for the place where the Lord of Zhongheng was located, floating in the air, shrouded in colorful clouds and mist, and there was no sound.

Beyond the mountain, huge stone balls floated in the sky, covered with sharp thorns.

On the ground, a spinning turtle with its back collapsed, but its head still raised, seemed to be silently looking into the distance, motionless, and inside its broken carapace, a piece of petrified debris, faintly scattered with gray gas.

But deep behind its back, there was a shattered gray hedron that emitted a ghostly glow, flashing and flickering.

It seems that everything in this colorful other world has calmed down, but after half a pillar of incense, the floating huge thorn ball suddenly shook, and a thumping sound came from within it, as if someone was waving his fist inside, trying to open the thorn ball!

The thumping sound became more and more violent, and finally it was almost connected, breaking the quiet colorful alien world, and a moment later, but listening to the bang, the huge thorn ball had a position to collapse directly, and a fist that emitted golden light suddenly stretched out!

The fist trembled, drenched in blood, and there were countless broken sharp thorns piercing deep through it, and a roaring roar came out of the gap, enveloping all around! At this roar, another fist stretched out from the gap, the same trembling, the same blood, the two fists slowly let go, grabbed the edges of both sides of the gap, and at the moment when the roar was even more crazy, the two hands tore outward!

With a "click", the huge ball of thorns was suddenly torn open a crack, revealing a figure whose whole body and even his hair were stained with blood.

Countless sharp thorns pierced almost every position in this figure's body, and even in his eyes, several sharp thorns passed through, and a thick wheezing sound came out of this figure's mouth, turning into a spray of white gas.

He seemed to be resting and regaining his strength, and after ten breaths, he raised his right hand, slowly grabbed the sharp thorn that pierced his eye, and pulled it outward, so that his eyes shed bloody tears and closed it.

After a long time, he opened his eyes suddenly, roared in his mouth, grabbed the thorn ball in front of him with both hands again and tore it outward, and with a bang, completely broke the thorn ball.

Inside the ball of thorns, countless sharp thorns connected to the figure's flesh, and as it broke open, some of those sharp thorns were drawn raw, and blood sprayed.

But more sharp thorns were broken and left in Wang Mo's body.

"Lord of Zhongheng, I'm here to save you..."The faint voice came out of Wang Mo's mouth after the roar dissipated, he took a step forward, and the whole person walked out of the thorn ball, but the step he took made the pain in his body almost unbearable, and there were tens of thousands of sharp thorns penetrating his body.

With every step, the blood will be left along those sharp thorns, and Wang Mo's body will slowly shrink and return to normal from thousands of feet, in the process, many of the sharp thorns on his body have collapsed and shattered, but the sashimi left in his body is like growing in Wang Mo's flesh, and it cannot be taken out.

Wang Mo walked into the colorful clouds, his eyes were blurred, but he still faintly saw the Lord of Zhongheng with his head bowed in front of him, his face covered by his messy hair, and his body trembled.

In the continuous flow of blood, Wang Mo walked slowly, and after coming to the Lord of Zhongheng seven feet away, he raised his right hand and grabbed the first sharp thorn on the chest of the Lord of Zhongheng, took a deep breath, and pulled it outward!

The body of the Lord of Zhongheng trembled violently, and the thorn in his chest was pulled out of the flesh directly by Wang Mo, and a suction force came out of his wound, firmly locking the thorn, so that Wang Mo felt it clearly when he pulled it.

At the moment when he dragged the thorn, a strange breath passed directly into Wang Mo's heart from the sharp thorn, and at this moment, Wang Mo's heartbeat increased rapidly, and the pounding, pounding sound seemed to beat a drum, and it came out madly in Wang Mo's body.

Pounding, pounding, the sound of the heartbeat became faster and faster, and in just a moment, it was almost connected, turning into a sharp pain that pierced the heart and emerged from Wang Mo's body.

"This first thorn seals his heart!" At this moment, a faint voice suddenly sounded from behind Wang Mo.

Wang Mo's body was stunned, he didn't notice it before, but at this moment, he suddenly heard this voice, his eyes and pupils shrank, and he slowly turned his head and looked behind him.

The mountain peak where the Lord of Zhongheng is located floats in mid-air, separated from the colorful index finger, and as his soul is freed from the tortoise, the colorful index finger slowly dissipates in this colorful otherworld.

But at the moment when Wang Mo looked back, the dissipated colorful index finger reappeared, but the colorful light on it was not thick, faintly, under Wang Mo's gaze, the colorful index finger seemed to collapse, becoming a little colorful crystal light, not spreading, but recondensed, turned into a vaguely colorful figure.

Although this figure is vague, its eyes are clear, looking at Wang Mo.

Wang Mo was silent, the star point of the god in his eyebrows rotated rapidly, and the demon star in his right eye also rotated, his left hand pinched the trick, and his right hand released the sharp thorn, faintly containing the seal.

"Don't be nervous, you can continue to save him, I won't stop you..."

Wang Mo didn't relax at all, the gaze of this colorful figure made him recognize at a glance that it was the colorful person he saw in the blood mist picture before!

Wang Mo knows a lot about the seven colors, he has the seven colored statues, he has seen the seven colored people refining the magic spirit, and even in the ancient cemetery, he also saw the same seven colored people in the fantasy realm.

Now I looked at the colorful blurred figure in front of me. He couldn't be sure if the other party was the one who made his scalp tingle, but the faint breath coming out of the other party's body did not fluctuate at all, and it was very calm.

"Legacy of God Slayer... Immortal immortal... Five fundamentals... There are many secrets in you. The colorful blurred figure, the voice was still faint, as if coming from nothingness.

"Who the hell is Your Excellency? Wang Mo's heart was shocked, but his expression did not change at all, if the other party was really the person he analyzed, then he could discover his secret. He wasn't surprised.

"These secrets in you, if you are replaced by others, any one of them can be called a great creation... But for me, it's useless for the time being..."The colorful blurred figure shook his head, raised his right hand and pointed at the Lord of Zhongheng, looked at Wang Mo, and said faintly: "You continue, this is a chance for you to save him, if you can save him, take him away, if you can't save him, leave here... This is your only chance. ”

Wang Mo released the mark with his right hand in silence, and instead of turning around, he grabbed the sharp thorn in the chest of the Lord of Zhongheng, and the moment he grasped it, the breath that had rushed into his heart before was enveloped again.

Under the pervasiveness of this breath, Wang Mo's heart ached violently, but he held back, grabbed the sharp thorn, and slowly pulled it out.

The more he pulled it out, the more Wang Mo's heart stabbed, as if a hand was grasping his heart and wanted to crush it! Fortunately, his physical body was a thunder immortal body, and his recovery power was amazing, and at this moment, with the stinging pain, he was also healing rapidly.

"The body of the god-killing inheritance is indeed good... Back then, Tianzun squandered three thousand blood, retained the seed of inheritance, and did not waste it in vain..."The colorful blurred figure looked at Wang Mo and slowly spoke.

At the moment when the severe pain in his heart reached the extreme, Wang Mo's eyes flashed with golden light, and his right hand shook outward violently, and immediately pulled out the first thorn from the chest of the Lord of Zhongheng!

The Lord of Zhongheng gritted his teeth, his body trembled constantly, but he didn't make the slightest sound, but his face, which was covered by messy hair, was already bulging with green tendons, and his expression was twisted in pain.

Blood filled the chest of the Lord of Eternity, and just as it was about to erupt, Wang Mo's left hand pinched the trick directly at his wound at an extremely fast speed, and the mark flashed, and the blood slowly disappeared.

Wang Mo was silent, the repulsive power in his body was roaring at the moment, and the intertwining of immortal power and god-killing power made the sound in his body continue to come out, and under the power of repulsion, the sharp thorns outside Wang Mo's body collapsed one by one.

Only those that remain deep in the flesh are as if they have grown in them, dead and rooted.

At the moment when the back of the petrified whirling turtle shattered and a hundred thousand sharp thorns penetrated, Wang Mo cast a bright light control and cast the blessing of the gods, all of which were hidden in the sharp thorns in the sky, and outsiders could not see it.

But even so, it still can't completely block the impact of this sharp thorn, and can only be delayed slightly.

Standing there for a moment, after Wang Mo's heart tingling slowly dissipated, he glanced at the colorful blurred figure, threw the sharp thorn in his hand, pressed the second sharp thorn on the throat of the Lord of Zhongheng, and held it fiercely.

"This second thorn seals his tendons!"

Wang Mo's eyes flickered slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Tianzun has three thousand blood, I don't know what Your Excellency means by this!"

The colorful figure seemed to laugh, shook its head and said, "If you can pull out the three thorns, I can tell you a secret about Tianzun..."

Wang Mo couldn't figure out the mind of this colorful and vague person, and the other party did everything possible to imprison the Lord of Zhongheng here, but now, with the appearance of the other party and the bursts of words, as well as the look that seemed to be indifferent, it made Wang Mo question his previous guess.

The indifference in this colorful person's immortal consciousness, in Wang Mo's opinion, is not a fake, but true, and he doesn't care...