The clouds in the sky floated towards the place where the breath gathered, the stones on the ground were levitating and trembling, and figures rushed out of the ground, carrying the momentum of ten thousand thunderbolts.

As time passed slowly, the white clouds in the sky gradually turned black, and from there came a continuous thunderous sound that threatened to pierce the eardrums of all the mortals present.

The scene was out of control in an instant, the mortals scattered and fled, and many people didn't even care about their children, so they kept running towards the city gate, or went to the nearby houses to take refuge, and the feelings in the world seemed so fragile.

The strange glow continued to envelop the entire city, and the coercion rose slowly and rapidly, and Xu Mo, who was standing in the air, was pressed down, spread his hands, and walked in the opposite direction of the crowd fleeing like a nobody.

Just now in the sky, he had already observed that the place where the aura was diffused corresponded to the eight directions of the city, and it was not difficult to guess what was there, it was nothing more than to prevent himself from rescuing people.

But even so, then what is there to be afraid of, cultivating immortals and earning their lives with the sky, if they are afraid for a long time, it will be difficult to achieve something in the future.

Accompanied by the crowd to the center of the town, there was a magnificent building in front of him, which made people can't help but admire it, but it is undeniable that this building is really the tallest building in the city, and there is no one.

After looking at it twice, he stopped looking, jumped up from the ground, and came to the sky again, and his face was so fierce that his face should not have been the original, and his fingers swiped over the storage bag, and he took out a short sword that was like a short sword made of mortal iron, and it was rusty on it.

"You're the first weapon I ever acquired, but I really don't have any weapons to take advantage of today, so then you can strike, don't let me down!"

"Qianyuan, the first style, open the world!"

Swinging a sword suddenly, where the sword light passed, the surrounding air flow continued to overflow, the aura in the air was burned, and the majestic coercion and the power of artistic conception were avoiding, this sword can be called the best in the world.

"Shaft, you dare!"

Just as the sword light was about to hit the building, a voice full of anger came, and at the same time, the eight figures that were in the sky just now flew towards here, each taking out their own natal magic weapon, wanting to resist the power of this sword.

It was useless, all the resistance was in vain, where the sword qi passed, all the items were cut into two pieces, falling down like raindrops, and there was no possibility of blocking the sword light in the slightest.

The eight of them spewed out a mouthful of Yin Hong's blood in unison, flying upside down towards the rear, their eyes widened one by one, and the sword light that could kill everything slashed towards the building, and a deep sense of powerlessness spread to everyone's hearts.

"Haha! yes, I didn't find the wrong person, boy, try harder. ”

The sound of wanton arrogance rushed out of the ground, containing endless pleasure and hatred like cold winter.

When the eight people heard this sound, they hurriedly surrounded Xu Mo and surrounded him in mid-air, so that they could not escape from this place, and the majestic and incomparable momentum of the gods wanted to stir up the wind and clouds in all directions.

The already dim sky had now become extremely dim, and the extreme sword light had been blocked by the barrier outside the building, and it was impossible to take another step forward, and it turned into a little light and dissipated in the sky.

"Step, step!"

Xu Mo, who was in the sky, retreated to the back, his feet stepping on the air to transmit a dull sound, like a sledgehammer striking the hearts of mortals in the house.

All he was holding in his hand was the hilt of a sword, which had turned into smoke and dust when he had just unleashed that attack, and he casually abandoned the hilt of his sword, scanning the eight monks with bloodshot eyes.

A breath of blood gushed in his throat, he swallowed it clearly, raised his head, scanned the eight god-transforming monks present with his scarlet eyes, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "You eight, you are sure not to leave, do you want to fall with this?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the other eight people to react, he smiled slightly, took a step forward, and ten artistic conceptions were vented, the black-green artistic conception of life and death in his left hand was pervasive, and his right hand surrounded a circle of lines, which was exactly the transformation of the artistic conception of cause and effect.

The ears became a little illusory and ethereal, and the lips had a kind of mystical power floating, which was a sign of the imminent appearance of the illusory artistic conception.

The electric light of the right eye flickered and wandered, the flame of the left eye burned, the black hair continued to change from black to white, or the artistic conception of time reversed by black appeared, and a pair of murderous wings stirring the sky pierced out of the back, killing with the intention of killing everything to destroy everything.

The clothes are constantly flowing with the wind, and the loneliness and vast artistic conception are embellished with brilliance, setting off him like an immortal in the dust, and the invincible overlord shines out of the world.

When have several people seen this situation, the power of the artistic conception in the infancy of the Yuan Dynasty is vain, and it is also the ten artistic conceptions that are not afraid of death, so the body can't help but fly backwards, wanting to avoid the edge for the time being.

But what they never expected was that everything was just the beginning, and all the visions that had just gathered disappeared, turning into a stream of air flowing towards the palm of his right hand, and in a short time, it turned into a colorless round ball, quietly levitating in his hand.

Slowly raised his right hand, covered his hand and pressed towards the building, and a wave appeared on the surface of the large array, and there was an inexplicable sound of 'crunch, click!', and a subtle crack appeared on the surface.

"Okay, ten artistic conceptions, the kid is extraordinary!"

The mysterious sound of divine consciousness was transformed into sound waves that resounded all over the world, and the gravel on the ground was also suspended, and then swept by the sound waves, turning into dust and blowing away into the air.

"Oh no! The devil is about to break the seal, and you all want to inject the artistic conception into the array of your own guards!" said an old man with a gloomy face among the eight people, he was extremely nervous now, after all, if this matter was not handled well, then he would almost face the intention of losing his life.

In an instant, the eight people turned into eight different beams of light and flew into the distance, various artistic conceptions emerged one after another, and the eightfold artistic conception almost wanted to break the heavenly dome, but it was impossible to prevent the collision of Xu Mo's ten artistic conceptions.

The great array gradually turned into fragments and shattered, and a demonic power permeated the heavens, everywhere the demonic power passed, it was all withered and incinerated, and all items could not stop the erosion of the demonic power, the spiritual energy was scorching, and the air was fueling the feast.

Xu Mo, who was standing in the sky, was not corrupted by the demonic power, but just stood there quietly and watched this corrupt journey with cold eyes, and did not care about the life or death of the mortals below, the poor people must have something to hate.

A black light like a small sun slowly rose, but the strange thing was that the black light was devouring the surrounding light, thus growing and nourishing itself.

Small tornado whirlpools swept out on the ground, containing the artistic conception power of the eight directions, and the people on the ground, all their bodies gushed out drops of blood and rose into the air, surging towards the black light, and then turned into a dried corpse and fell to the ground.