The coercion continued to sweep, like an autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, directly lifting the roof above everyone's heads, revealing the blue sky.

Yuan Long, who was still shocked by Xu Mo's words, immediately took a step forward at this time, blocked in front of the sect master, and took out a small bowl and slowly threw it towards the sky.

The small bowl became larger in the wind, and the dense characters on it were clearly visible, and the vast and infinite air rushed out to protect everyone.

After doing it, he breathed a sigh of relief, glanced around and around, and found that everyone was looking at him so blankly, as if they were looking at a fool.

Seeing the seven Supreme Elders in the sect, just standing in place with nothing to do, this made Yuan Long a little puzzled, and then asked suspiciously: "You!"

But he didn't wait for the rest to speak, but waited for his own defense to be broken by a breath time, and then the small bowl of magic weapon swirled backwards and stopped in front of him.

The old man in a green shirt stepped into the air, gently waved the ancient rhyme paper fan in his hand, and looked at the eight Supreme Elders who were waiting solemnly below, as for Xu Mo and the sect master, they were naturally directly ignored by him.

The seven Supreme Elders, who had discovered it first, hurriedly sacrificed their magic weapons to block the coercion in the sky, but it was useless.

As soon as the sacrifice was made, the ancient old man in the sky, a fan fanned back, and the seven magic weapons that the seven elders were proud of were blown back by the ancient old man, like sweeping dust.

Not only that, but they also had injuries in their bodies, which can be described as selling their strength, but they didn't play a role at all.

For this, the old man smiled heartily, then looked at the eight elders contemptuously, and said hesitantly: "Haha, do you know the gap between the realm, the middle and early stages, this small stage, is not something that the number of people can make up." ”

Seeing this scene, the sect master hurriedly looked at Xu Mo, who was standing leisurely next to him, and said with his fists in a respectful voice: "Senior, I still hope to suppress it, I am grateful!"

"Your sect, so weak to help the weak, the dignified Jindan Great Perfection powerhouse, would do this to a mortal. ”

At this time, a middle-aged man with a demonic aura appeared in the sky again, and the endless middle-stage coercion on his body was undoubted, like a fierce beast walking in the world, releasing his own coercion without any scruples.

With his appearance, seven figures appeared around him and vultures, all exuding the coercion of the middle of the primordial infant like him, and they all looked at the crowd below with a sneer, as if Xu Mo and the others were in their pockets.

Unlike the pressure of other people, Xu Mo only felt that the clown in the sky was noisy, so he frowned and whispered to the sky: "Give you three breaths of time to disappear from my face, otherwise ......"

"Fellow Daoists, do you hear that, we have been despised by a mortal. ”

"Heh, this ant really doesn't know whether to live or die, just slap it to death with one palm. ”

During their discussion, the time of three breaths had passed, Xu Mo stepped out in front of several of them, and then kicked in nine directions one by one, and the nine people were talking, only to feel an indescribable force kicking themselves away.

Xu Mo, who kicked a few of them away, was also uncomfortable, after all, the secret wound that failed to break through the god was still in his body, and he broke out directly once.

Immediately, a mouthful of Yin Hong's blood was sprinkled in the air, and the little strength that had been recovered was once again sluggish.

And the nine mid-Yuan Infant monks who were kicked away also immediately teleported back, staring at Xu Mo solemnly, they knew that this was a miscalculation of Xu Mo's strength, which led to their own carelessness, otherwise a single injured person would not be able to kick them away.

Due to the problem of face, several of them were not verbose, and directly threw out their own real name magic weapons and threw them towards Xu Mo.

"Artistic conception, life and death!"

Looking at the nine magic weapons that could cause damage to himself, Xu Mo slowly raised his palm and said softly in his mouth.

Endless vitality covered Xu Mo himself, and the power of death escaped from the void, covering the nine mid-Yuan Infant cultivators in an instant, and dense speckled traces began to appear on their bodies.

"This ......"

The nine of them panicked, what is this unstoppable mysterious power, which can devour the vitality in the human body.

After trying their best to stop them, they couldn't stop them, and several of them also looked into the distance in despair, and emotions called regret surged in their hearts.

Two sucks, just two sucks After the time, Xu Mo vomited blood directly, and said secretly in his heart: No, the injuries in the body have not fully recovered, and the use of artistic conception is too reluctant.

After seeing Xu Mo vomit blood, the old man among the nine people spoke: "This person is injured, it is estimated that using this Dao method will hurt ourselves, we don't need to be afraid of him." ”

The nine magic weapons that were originally frozen in the air continued to fly towards Xu Mo before the words fell.

Feeling the restlessness of the mixed injuries in his body, Xu Mo stretched out a finger, swiped lightly at them, and shouted: "Qianyuan, the first form, open the world!"

A sword light came out of the world, and the void where it passed was unbearable, and it was directly torn apart, and as for the nine magic weapons, it disappeared as soon as it was touched, like smoke and dust thrown into the air.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the nine mid-infant monks changed greatly, and they suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and their bodies were not moved, because they couldn't move at all.

In their eyes, this sword bolt forcibly locked time and space, which can be said to be unavoidable, and can only resist hard.

"Shaft, and dare!"

A suppressed roar sounded from all directions, and the void continued to explode, and Xu Mo's terrifying sword was also directly annihilated.

The pupils of his eyes shrank, he looked into the distance in shock, and sighed and said, "Alas, the late stage of the transformation of the gods!"

With Xu Mo's current ability, he is simply vulnerable in the face of the late stage of the god transformation, and if it is in his heyday, he is very confident that he can directly kill the late stage of the god transformation cultivator.

But now, there is no strength at all, and the supernatural power just now has also drained all his strength, and he has no other power to exert now.

A terrifying aura approached here, and the absolute power had locked this place tightly, and any method of movement could not be used.

And the eight people of Yuan Long, who had been holding the Zhizhu below, also changed their faces at this moment, and glanced at the other seven people, and only after they were completely confirmed did they say in a trembling voice.

"The Tang family's grandfather!"

"This, didn't he ascend to the upper realm a thousand years ago, how can he still exist in the lower realm?"