In an instant, the attack from the sky had already covered Xu Mo and Xiao Ash layer by layer, and the surrounding laws were disordered, and it could be said that there was no way to avoid it at all.

After Xu Mo's words everywhere, layers of Dao rhyme and endless rule power flowed on the Reverse Boundary Bead, which was a power beyond the law, guiding them to break through the sky.

The bodies of the two tended to be illusory, and after a while, they turned into specks of light and flowed into the Reverse Boundary Bead, and the ripples on it were dripping, directly shattering the space, submerged inside, and there was no trace to be found.

Countless attacks have wiped out most of this area, leaking bottomless pits, which makes people have to say: the power of winning the championship is as terrifying as the abyss.

"This son is dead, but the one above, I'm afraid we have nothing to do. ”

"What are you afraid of, after taking him to break through, there will inevitably be the rules of the upper realm to attract him, and he can't stay in the lower realm for a while, and he can't pose a threat to us at all. ”

"Having said that, who knows if he will wipe us all out in a single breath of ascension?"

“......”

The sound of discussion was endless, but it was all made by the monks under the crown, and the monks during the championship period were unheard, just standing quietly in place, silent.

Because they saw it more thoroughly, although they were not sure whether Xu Mo was dead or not, they speculated based on the last sentence that this person must have a way to escape, and what they were entangled with was that if he didn't die, everyone present at them would probably be unavoidable.

Due to the disorder of the law just now, no one dared to release the divine sense perception at all, so it was impossible to be sure, but this incident planted a seed called fear in the heart of every Champion Monk.

No one realized that there were two peak monks who had quietly left this battlefield, resigned from their positions, and flew towards the sect in the distance.

......

A green scene, at the end of a hilltop, there is a man.

He is no one else, it is Xu Mo who has just escaped, and he is now facing a big test in his life.

The bloody palm was covered with bones, and the bones were exposed in many places, but he knew that he couldn't let go at this time, and if he let go, he would fall off the cliff and never recover.

The spiritual power in his body has been exhausted, and he has no means to control the sky, so he hangs helplessly like this, even if the bearing capacity of his palm has reached the limit, he does not let go.

Looking at the small stones that kept falling in front of him, Xu Mo had an indescribable feeling, and sighed bitterly: "It's really unlucky, what should I do now!"

The breeze on the side of the mountain was blowing slowly, and the strength of the peak of the Yuanying Great Perfection could not be displayed, which also made Xu Mo feel the slightest coolness, the weak body could not last too long, and he was able to hold on until now, all supported by his own will.

'Ah!' The immature child's voice came out, and Su'er shouted in surprise: "Brother, there is a hand there, come and see!"

As the footsteps approached, another voice also responded helplessly: "I said, Senior Brother Li, we are now a sect, so there is no need to worry too much about the former title." ”

"Hey, there's really a palm. ”

"Let's go, let's go over and have a look!"

The two of them walked closer and found that Xu Mo was hanging, all of them had their mouths wide open, and they looked at that person incredulously, they really didn't know what this person had done to make himself look like this.

Knowing that he was saved by those two, Xu Mo breathed a sigh of relief, and his consciousness fell into a deep sleep, he couldn't do anything, he was too tired.

Yunlan Heavenly Pavilion, in the conference hall of the main hall.

The extremely luxurious decoration shows the extraordinaryness in this pavilion, the head of the sect, and the gathering of the eight elders who live in simplicity, which is an unprecedented event.

Now they were all staring at Xu Mo with their eyes, as well as the two personal disciples who brought Xu Mo back, neither of them spoke, thinking about things separately.

After a long time, one of the Supreme Elders with a bent back, took a step forward, and said, "This son, so young, judging by his bone age, is only a few decades, how can he reach the same realm as me?"

Hearing this, the sect master, who was originally indifferent, had a great change in his face, and he couldn't help but tremble and asked, "Elder Yuan Long, are you sure that this person is the power of the Yuanying realm?"

Yuan Long didn't speak, and the sturdy elder who had been standing next to him spoke: "Yuan Long, what you said is right, with the potential of this child, you can't say more, and if you say less, you can also reach the second stage of the unparalleled Yuan Infant, the middle stage of the Yuan Infant!"

Due to the abundant spiritual energy in the main hall, Xu Mo, who was lying on the ground, naturally recovered, opened his eyes, glanced at the few people around him in confusion, and then stood up with one hand.

The artistic conception of life and death, from all over the body, bravely came out, the entire hall was shrouded by the power of this strong artistic conception, the sect master and the eight great elders, all prostrate on the ground, unable to straighten their waists again.

And the two personal disciples who stood on the side were directly unconscious, because with their strength of only building the foundation of the Great Perfection, they could not withstand the endless oppressive power of the artistic conception.

This scene didn't last long, Xu Mo spurted out a mouthful of dark red blood, tried hard to maintain his trembling body, and pretended to be calm and looked at a few people.

And the people who were out of control of life and death by his artistic conception now have a sense of powerlessness in their hearts, just like when they were still low-level monks, they faced the power of several realms higher than themselves.

Among them, Elder Yuan Long was the first to come back to his senses, and hurriedly bowed down and hugged his fists and said, "Little friend, you just ......?"

Looking at the shocked looks, Xu Mo nodded in his heart with great satisfaction, and then clasped his fists and saluted: "I'm sorry, just now it was the sequelae of the failure to break through the gods, and I am really sorry to disturb you." ”

None of the people present were stupid people, they all guessed that this was a posture that threatened them and didn't let them mess around, but because of the strength of others, even if they gave themselves the courage, they didn't dare to mess around.

Yuan Long, who was the first to speak, also stared at the eyes of several fellow sect members, and arched his fists in front and said: "Senior, dare to ask, what is the realm of the gods, is it the realm above the Yuan Infant?"

Looking at a few curious babies, Xu Mo smiled slightly, shook his torn sleeve robe, and explained flatly: "The so-called transformation of the god is the general name of the transformation of the yuan infant into the original god, the realm of the god, to put it bluntly, it is a major level for mortals to embark on the road of cultivation." ”

Before everyone could complete their understanding, the large array of the sect began to tremble, and the stones used in the casting of the main hall also fell from the roof one by one.

The great array of the sect was on the verge of collapse after only supporting one breath, and then there was the unbridled coercion of the middle of the Yuan Infant, containing nine different breaths, ruthlessly catharsis.