Speaking of the very center of the city, shouldn't it be the government office, this person's brain must be funny, and it must have been a long time to cause this situation, otherwise how could it be so tactful.

The breeze slowly blew through the willow trees on the side of the road, sweeping away one willow leaf after another, but it just couldn't blow away the bitterness in Xu Mo's heart, who could clearly know the extremely depressed and helpless emotion, which could directly give people internal injuries.

But fortunately, Xu Mo is a Yuan Infant Monk, which is not enough to cause harm to him, that is, he is a little unhappy in his heart, and the aura travels all over his body, sorting out all the negative emotions and clearing out his mind.

Raising his head to look at the slightly dim sky, he silently walked towards the broken city gate in front of him, step after step, his steps were extremely firm, but the pedestrians in the place he passed avoided one after another, he was like a plague god walking in the world.

In the face of this scene, he walked forward slowly without realizing it, even if he cared, it was just a vain killing, and he could only add his own cause and effect, and I am afraid that it would be very difficult to transform into a god at that time.

Sighing lightly, looking at the city gate that was getting closer and closer in front of him, he could see that it was already covered with moss, and the vast and heavy breath came to his face, which made Xu Mo's body can't help but be shocked.

This is the trace of time, the creation of the world given by nature, anything only the tempering of the years, will have such a vast breath, not only static objects, all living beings as long as they live to a certain age, that body is inevitably contaminated with such a trace of the breath of time.

Passing by the city gate, looking at the vigorous and powerful characters on the city gate from a distance, it suddenly showed the faltering of the times, which made people can't stop worshipping, but it has no effect on Xu Mo at all.

Carefully gaze to check, you can clearly perceive the majestic artistic conception contained in the word, that is the supreme killing meaning, this font can only be clearly perceived in the early stage of the Yuanying Great Perfection and the Avatar of the Gods, even if ordinary monks look at it thousands of times, they can't appreciate the artistic conception contained in it.

Walking slowly towards the city gate, he saw a portrait of himself hanging everywhere he looked, so he waved his hand over his face, and pieces of clouds and mist appeared on his face, and soon his face gradually changed to Hu Lei's appearance.

Silently walked towards the center of the city, but was stopped by a young man in a brocade robe wearing bright clothes halfway, Xu Mo couldn't understand why there was a formation to prevent teleportation here, if he couldn't figure it out, then he didn't need to think about it, at a certain time, everything would be revealed.

The pedestrians on the road kept passing by, and no one paid attention to Xu Mo, as if he was a stranger, out of step with the city, and the passengers on the way were still unnoticed.

All kinds of clothes, although different from many people, but he is an outsider, the pedestrians on the road are endless, but no one pays attention to him, he stands there is a ball of air.

Quietly unleashing his spiritual sense, wanting to know where the center of the town was, to his consternation, this place was isolated from the exploration of spiritual sense, and a mysterious force trapped his spiritual sense three inches around his body.

Puzzled, puzzled, and confused rose in him, but he stopped a passer-by and asked how to get to the center of town, but the other person only shook his head slightly, and then ignored him, and walked slowly towards his destination.

Turning his head to look at the pedestrians around him, but he didn't stop a pedestrian, and suddenly, he found a large group of people in front of him, standing and pointing and talking there, with a hint of curiosity, squeezing towards the center of the crowd.

After coming to the center of the crowd, I found that they were all observing their portraits, and the paintings were extremely unbearable, and there were a few lines of words under the portraits, because they were made with bright red brushes, giving people a very striking illusion.

I saw that it was written: This person is full of evil, and the devil who kills people without blinking, when you see this person, you must take a detour, and don't quarrel with him, so you will lose your life.

"This kind of unforgivable evil demon is punished by everyone, and the righteous monks don't come out to kill the devil, which is also the sorrow of ordinary people such as us. An old man with a withered face, leaning on his decaying cane, said softly with emotion.

"I said, Old Wu, don't discuss too much, maybe he will use stealth techniques and hide around us, be cautious!" A young man with a folding fan in his hand shook the folding fan in his hand and said to the old man with great concern.

It seemed that the old man didn't appreciate it at all, pressed his crutches fiercely, and shouted at the young man in a furious voice: "What are you afraid of, I'm over a hundred years old, even if he kills me, what can I do, I, an old immortal, am greedy for life and afraid of death." ”

In the face of Wu Lao's words, the young man had no way to refute, just sighed softly, and then turned around and left towards the crossing, looking at this posture, I am afraid that he will be angry, after all, he is kind to talk to each other, but the other party does not appreciate it, is there anything more heartfelt than this.

Constantly hearing his own bad words, Xu Mo stared at those mortals with a gloomy face, and the Yuanying coercion on his body spread out, pressing towards those mortals fiercely.

In an instant, the coercion came, and they lay directly on the ground, pressing on their bodies like a hundred thousand mountains, and they even blinked very slowly, not to mention getting up to see who it was, they would do this, they also thought of a person in their hearts, but they were not sure.

That is the murderous demon Xu Mo, they can't believe it, after all, they didn't see this murderous demon just now, how could he let him know that he was going to tell the other party's evil words, there is no reason at all, where is the reason!

According to their careful thinking, Xu Mo could still see through the point, kicked into the air, looked at those few people in the mundane condescendingly, and said loudly: "Wait, why did you wantonly insult Zaixia, those two people at the beginning were just a little shocked from Zaixia, so they had to be killed." ”

After a pause, he put away the coercion, faced those people, and still explained condescendingly: "If I am a demon who kills people without blinking, how can I only release a trace of my own coercion, then it will definitely be full of coercion, with the body of a mortal such as you, how can I stop it." ”

Everyone suddenly woke up to the fact that they and the others had been fooled, and they had already held a grudge against the person who posted a warning portrait, after all, the other party was a Yuanying monk, and what he said and did was not at all like what a demon monk did, which made people uncontrollable and convinced.

Without waiting for everyone to react, the city began to shake violently, like an eighteen-magnitude earthquake, fluctuations from all sides continued to spread, and there were rolling air currents surging in all directions, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth also converged everywhere, intending to stir up the wind and clouds in all directions.

This is the power of artistic conception, this is also the power of the gods, it seems that someone in this city has broken through the gods, Xu Mo secretly said: This matter is extremely bad, and it is quite inappropriate for his next actions.