Chapter 175: Killing a person is like stabbing a hornet's nest
The space was like a piece of porcelain, suddenly shattered next to the pool of flesh and blood, and the coercion of the middle of the Yuan Infant was overwhelmingly pressed towards the surroundings.
A middle-aged man in a dark purple shirt stepped out of it, his face was gloomy as water, looking at the blood in front of him, he clenched his fist with one hand and glanced around.
It wasn't until he fixed his gaze on Xu Mo's body that he stopped, and said with a contemptuous smile: "Is that you, Yuanying is extremely sluggish, and his strength can only reach the Jindan consummation realm, and he can indeed kill my beloved son." After finishing speaking, he nodded incessantly.
After saying that, he raised his hand and pressed it violently towards Xu Mo, and the aura of the Quartet suddenly rioted, forming a big hand covering the sky above Xu Mo's head, and pressing down violently on him.
"Erha, go!"
In the face of such a sudden attack, Xu Mo grabbed Erha without changing his face, shook it towards the illusory palm, and said lightly.
Dog Zi Erha turned his head and glanced at him, turned his head and nose shook slightly, a sneeze came out, and the air flow blew out of his mouth, and in a blink of an eye, a violent wind was formed, and the palm of his hand was gently blown by the wind, and it dissipated like a cloud.
It was all done in the electric light, Xu Mo quietly looked at the middle-aged man in purple who had opened his mouth wide, and then saw the dog Erha licking his paws in a blink of an eye, so he walked over and kicked him.
He was quite careful, like an elder, and said very solemnly to the dog Erha: "I said Erha! We must fight quickly, and we must not leave a chance for the enemy to breathe, this is common sense, we must remember, otherwise we will suffer a big loss in the future." ”
Before the dog Erha could react, the purple-clothed middle-aged man on the ground, sweating on his head, didn't hesitate much, directly took out a jade slip and crushed it, and then drilled towards the hole without thinking.
This kind of action can be called a highly educated soldier, without the slightest sense of dragging mud and water, as if everything is so normal, so that Xu Mo can't help but have a little sense of illusion, but this illusion is a little incredible, he feels that this person does not run away often, otherwise how could the action be so slippery.
If the middle-aged man heard this, it was estimated that he would spurt out a mouthful of blood, and without saying a word, he directly took out his weapon, and shouted and killed him without any scruples, even if he was killed by the dog in the end, he would not hesitate to kill Xu Mo, this is a matter of face and dignity.
Seeing that his whole body was about to get in, Xu Mo hurriedly said to Erha, the dog next to him: "Erha, get rid of him, speed up and slip!"
Dog Erha rolled his eyes at him, and reluctantly stretched out his paws and waved lightly at the middle-aged man, as if the whole world was shooting at the middle-aged man, and the powerful and incomparable oppressive force wrapped towards him,
'Boom, sssss
The majestic cyclone neutralized the attack of the dog Erhan, and from the very center of the storm walked out an old man with half a foot in the ground, standing three feet in front of the purple-clothed middle-aged man, and the endless streamer flowing on his body was full of his exclusive aura of the peak of divine transformation.
On the wrinkled face, there was a cold smile, and he stared at the dog Erha with his eyes, and said in a hoarse cold voice: "Kill my grandson, and now you still want to kill my son, I have to say, you are so bold!"
The words contain the peak power of the divine transformation, and there is an ice illusion enveloping the eight directions, and many small ice arrows have appeared around Xu Mo's body, this is the artistic conception transformation after the sublimation of the artistic conception of the gods, if it is said that the artistic conception of the gods only has a small attack power, then the artistic conception transformation is to further develop the power of the artistic conception.
If you want to be analogous, you can compare the artistic conception of the god to a drop of water, and the artistic conception of the god is a cold pool, and the power is geometrically increasing, and it cannot be matched at all, which is the gap between the realms and the qualitative change of power.
Just glanced at the attack, reached out and touched Erha's dog's head, and asked alone in confusion: "Hit the little one, come to a father, beat his father, this is another master, Erha, you say, do we stab the hornet's nest?"
Erha lowered the dog's head, then raised it again, his eyes revealed a trace of vicissitudes, the lonely artistic conception emanated from his body, and the ice arrow outside only dissolved when touched, without affecting the diffusion of the artistic conception at all.
Patting Erha's dog head, Xu Mo took a long breath, shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Even if you kill the two of them, it is estimated that there will be an older one who will jump out to avenge them, why don't we wait and kill them all, and save the trouble one after another in the end." ”
"However, I can only exert the power of the early stage of the transformation at most, and if I exceed this range many times, I will fall asleep. ”
A slightly hesitant voice sounded in Xu Mo's mind, this kind of tone, Xu Mo obviously knew that if it wasn't Erha, who else could do it.
Holding his chin with one hand, looking at Erha, Xu Mo said with a smile: "You are not a character that even the Heavenly Dao is afraid of, how can you only have the strength of the early stage of the transformation of the gods, you must be fooling me, right?"
"No, at the beginning, the Nine Great Emperors plus the Heavenly Dao, and at the same time, there were two people outside the realm, and the power of the seal jointly exerted by even the Supreme could not be completely eliminated. Erha's eyes sharpened, and he said to Xu Mo in a deep voice.
Raised his eyebrows slightly, he was very worried about this result, after all, this dog Erha is too unreliable, this point is only said now, if you don't say it sooner, you will slip away early, and you still need to provoke such trouble, whoever has a head caught by the door, will go to provoke people at will.
The old man found that his artistic conception attack was useless, and he himself had suffered a strong backlash, and he didn't fight back against himself, so he probably had some scruples about himself.
After thinking for a moment, the old man's eyes moved and saw the lame old man, and directly stretched out his palm to grab him in the air, clutched it in the palm of his hand, looked at the dogs Erha and Xu Mo in the sky, and said hoarsely: "Your friends are in my hands, if you know each other, you will waste your cultivation, otherwise hum!"
As he spoke, the movements in his hands couldn't stop tightening, and the lame old man Feng Zizhang's face directly turned purple, and blood vessels burst out from the skin, opening his mouth wide, as if he was about to suffocate at any time.
Seeing that the old man was about to die, Xu Mo really couldn't help it now, so he patted the back of the dog Erha, and said very helplessly: "Shoot! Otherwise, he will really die, after all, he gave me water to drink." ”
For this, Erha also reluctantly tapped the dog's head, and then he flicked his tail over, and the heaven and earth in the eyes of the old man who coerced Feng Zizhang began to collapse, the void in all directions was rejecting him, and his own spiritual power was also dissipating, as if the Yuan Shen would dissipate in the next moment.
As soon as the thought moved, a slight cracking sound sounded in his mind, and the coercion of the exclusive second-step immortal path was vented, and the space within an eight-inch radius of him began to be disillusioned, and the lilac clothes were also carried up by the strong wind, and the emanation on his head rose upside down, and the whole person was like an invincible god of war walking in the world.