Castle Lord's Mansion.

The majestic and gorgeous exterior wall of the palace is covered with vines and pothos after being watered by the summer rain, and the palm-sized leaves emerge from the thumb-thick rhizomes, which are green and refreshing.

A breeze blew in, and green waves suddenly waved.

The breeze lifted the red shadow under the open-air pavilion, and the low-hanging black hair exposed her pale face and empty eyes to everyone's eyes. At the same time, a faint strange fragrance lingered, hovering on the surface of the City Lord's Mansion, and even sealed all the cultivation of everyone.

Corpse incense, this is corpse incense!

Only a corpse produces this intoxicating aroma.

The woman was dressed in a wedding dress, her chest was pierced by a sharp blade, and the scarlet blood stains had long since dried up, and they were hard and incompatible with the hem of her dress that swayed in the wind under her hips.

Godmother!

Godmother of the Celestial God Cult!

Everyone, including Wang Zimo, didn't expect that the remains of the godmother were buried under the city lord's mansion.

She hugged Bai Su tightly in her arms, as if she was looking at her own daughter, and her empty eyes revealed rare tenderness.

The godmother is prestigious, second only to the founding patriarch.

And she seems to be too spoiled by Bai Su, and a sweet smile quietly hangs on her extreme face.

Suddenly, the godmother looked up at Wang Zimo and bowed her head to signal.

The two slightly convex fingers clamped the Ruyi Golden Cicada thorn and gently pulled it out, and then with a bare hand, the bubbling fiery Yuan Force instantly wrapped Bai Su's wound.

A fiery phoenix spread its wings from behind the godmother and flew high with a soft groan.

The bright flames illuminated the blazing sun hanging high in the blue sky, and the nine phoenix tails were slender and beautiful, like the Kong Ming lantern rising at night, suddenly turned back when the prince was silently infatuated, and disappeared into Bai Su's body.

Suddenly, the fire phoenix flew out with a small purple and pink phoenix, two phoenixes, one big and one small, constantly circling around the godmother and Bai Su.

Every time I went around, I saw the little phoenix grow up a little, until after nine circles, the little purple and pink phoenix was already the size of the fire phoenix.

The two phoenixes crossed their necks and signaled, and then they all rushed into the air and flew around the entire Fengming City.

Godmother and Bai Su looked up at the sky, hundreds of silver glittering warships could not hide under the pressure of the phoenix.

"The battleship of the Imperial City of Jingzhou!

Wang Zimo was secretly frightened, it turned out that the City Lord's Mansion had already been monitored, if it wasn't for the godmother who forced them out, I am afraid that Wang Zimo would still be in the dark.

It's time for King Han to know that the Fengtian Divine Sect is not a reptile under his feet, but a divine cult above Jiuli!

The prince gritted his teeth and swept coldly towards the women kneeling on the ground.

The little priest of the Divine Sect connected a total of thirty-three people, and at this time, there were twenty-four people kneeling on the ground, and the remaining eight people were still standing behind the Eight Helm Lords, just with their heads down, not daring to face the fierce gaze of Prince Mo.

Wang Zimo threw out the Xuanyao stick in his hand suddenly, and it was only then that Pingyou on his back stopped trembling, as if he was very afraid of the Xuanyao stick, and let out a soft wail.

Everyone only saw that the Xuanyao stick disappeared in a flash of the void, and only the prince knew that it had become a thin needle, which had penetrated through the ear of every little priest kneeling on the ground, and then out of the other.

The speed of the Xuanyao stick was extremely fast, and when it returned to Wang Zimo's hand and changed back to its original size, starting from the first little priest, it suddenly lay on the ground motionless.

This action is contagious.

One after the other, one after the other, until the last little priest lay down, and the twenty-four little priests began to thin one after another, and their tender bodies gradually blackened, and in a short time only a piece of skin covered with bones remained.

Demon!

He's a demon!

Demon name Wang Mo!

This name instantly spread all over the north and south of the Yongjiang River, and became a legend of the famous color change of Jiuli people.

This is not the end of it, since you want to be powerful, you must do it thoroughly!

Wang Zimo stared at the remaining eight little priests, they did not succumb to their obscenity and betray the immortal master, which made Wang Zimo sincerely admire in his heart.

He walked in front of the eight little priests one by one, and three of them couldn't bear the pressure of Wang Zimo and knelt down, instantly turning into dry bones under the Xuanyao stick.

Pink skeletons!

Wang Zimo did not hesitate, so he got a bad reputation as a "spicy hand destroying flowers".

He didn't embarrass the remaining five little priests, but turned his eyes slightly and walked straight towards Lu Manhan.

One step, two steps, three steps......

Every step is like a century, long and tormenting in Lu Manhan's heart.

She was sealed by her godmother's corpse incense, and the higher her cultivation, the more powerful the suppression she received, and the longer it lasted.

Lu Manhan prayed slowly in his heart that he only needed to give her ten more breaths. Ten breaths, she can use the secret technique of the water rudder to break the shackles of the corpse incense.

Wang Zimo stepped on Lu Manhan's heartbeat step by step.

Seven, eight, nine......

Wang Zimo was still seven steps away from Lu Manhan, and these seven steps, no matter how fast Wang Zimo's speed was, it was impossible to reach Lu Manhan in one breath.

Slowly, the crow's feet in the corners of Lu Manhan's eyes were evacuated, she couldn't suppress the smile in her heart, if she needed half a breath, just half a breath, she could recall the Moon Leng Sky Breaking Hook, cut off the head of this young master of the wild road, and give the immortal master an explanation. As for how much Wang Zimo's head was worth, she didn't care at all.

Ten breaths!

Lu Manhan instantly regained his freedom, and with a hook of his fingers, he received the Yue Leng Sky Breaking Hook in front of him, but saw that Wang Zimo suddenly stopped, his face was expressionless, as if he was scared stupid, and he didn't move.

Lu Manhan couldn't hold back any longer, raised the corners of his lips and laughed stupidly.

Suddenly, a white light flashed in front of his eyes.

Before the smile on the corner of Lu Manhan's lips could be put away, his red lips were painfully cracked, and the two slightly larger front teeth connected to the gums were completely exposed.

She bent down with her hands on her stomach, and the moon was thrown aside, like a girl with abdominal pain, sweating profusely, she couldn't bear it anymore, and moaned softly.

The pain tormented her, and as soon as she opened her mouth and moaned, her voice grew louder and louder, from soft sobbing to clenching her teeth and whispering, and then she opened her mouth wide and raised her head to howl loudly.

The ruddy cheeks became more and more burnt, and the trembling hands reached out to the eyes, and suddenly saw the blood on the hands, and suddenly there was a high-pitched sound, and the body suddenly tensed up straight, and the "bang" fell to the ground and there was no movement.

Looking at Wang Zimo again, he slowly resumed his movements, and at some point there was an extra piece of bloody flesh in his hand.

The mass of flesh resembles a heart, beating and beating, but it is not a heart, and through the almost transparent flesh membrane, you can vaguely see that there is a disc slowly turning.

No one knew how Wang Zimo did it, only Xue Lianzhu saw it clearly, it was Wang Zimo's Yuan Shen who suddenly broke into Lu Man's Han Purple Mansion and took out the Purple Mansion with both hands.

It was too cruel, even Xue Lianzhu felt that Wang Zimo was too bloody.

But she didn't blame Wang Zimo, but felt relieved.

Killing chickens and monkeys makes an example of this, this chicken must be cruel if it wants to be killed, one move is enough to suppress all the monkeys, otherwise it will take more trouble to kill another chicken.

The prince did this to make the remaining seven helmsmen understand that this was the consequence of betraying the Divine Cult!

He took out the Dao plate in the Purple Mansion in front of everyone, gently patted it to erase Lu Manhan's mark, and opened his mouth to inhale it into his abdomen.

It's not over yet.

Wang Zimo stepped out, strode to Lu Manhan, and while her body was not yet stiff, he stretched out his left hand and pressed it directly on Lu Manhan's blood-stained lower abdomen, and then hit his right hand three inches down from the center of his eyebrows, until his left hand uncovered a goose-yellow vitality bead, he gave up.

This is Mingbao's method.

No one expected that this new young master of the Fengtian God Sect would not only devour Lu Manhan's Dao plate, but also squeeze out the last trace of vitality on her body, and then slap it into her own sea of qi in front of everyone.

In such an act, even Xue Lianzhu couldn't help but be speechless!

Demon name Wang Mo, demon name Wang Mo!

The world is afraid!