It was a strange thing for a boy who looked like a three-year-old toddler to hold such a huge scythe in his hand, but the next moment was a shocking scene.

What frightened them even more was that the coercion emanating from the scythe was as if they were facing a monk who was one rank higher than them, as if they could kill them at any time.

"Whoa!"

Then I saw the palm of the bloody cloth tremble slightly, and the iron chain suddenly made a violent sound, and it suddenly spun apart with a buzzing sound, as if countless sharp blades were shooting out in all directions.

In an instant, the scythe was rotated into a blood-blue light curtain, and it slashed towards the light curtain again with a buzzing sound.

"This fellow Daoist, you and I have no grievances or hatreds, why bother with each other?" There is this light curtain to block ** Ting, who escaped the catastrophe, facing the sickle that exudes a cold atmosphere, she was suddenly frightened, and she couldn't help but exclaim.

"This fellow Daoist, we are a monk of the Huoyun Sect, and I want to stop talking!" The person who came with ** Ting changed his face immediately, and he couldn't help but want to step forward to stop him.

If something happens to **Ting, then the people they come with will definitely not have good fruit to eat, who makes **Ting's background much higher than them?

"Stop talking, did you think about stopping when you shot at my potatoes?" Wang Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, but his tone was surprisingly flat.

With a flick of his left hand, he saw a green light flashing in the air, and in an instant, it turned into a cyan giant beast the size of four zhang, which was the green skin that had been cultivated so far.

In his backhand, there were a few more jade bottles in his hand, and when he crushed them, a rich fragrance wafted out of it, and even the wind in the air could not blow away the aroma.

Gently patted Lei Peng and fed all the elixirs.

This scene made several Jie Dan Sect masters of the Bichao Sect stunned, and even the fear was suppressed in an instant, it was a third-order spirit pill.

And looking at the situation, it is still the best healing quality, such a elixir, it is simply fed to a demon beast.

At this moment, a feeling of distress arose in the hearts of these people.

"Roar!"

As soon as Qingpifu appeared, he received Wang Mo's order, and the majestic ferocious aura around him, although it was not as good as the bloody clothes, was also the strongest in the field, and the figures of the people who were pressed in an instant involuntarily regressed and fell down in detail.

And the green skin flickered around him, and he rushed towards the two in an instant, and the violent momentum seemed to tear the two apart.

In the Demon Domain, the people of the Heavenly Demon Sect provoked him, and the Yuan Infant Sage provoked him, Wang Mo was extremely resentful, not to mention that this was the Huoyun Sect that he had never heard of.

Even if the Fire Cloud Sect is really strong and incomparable, can it still compare to the top sect in the mainland, the Heavenly Demon Sect, or the Refining Weapon Sect?

After nearly a hundred years of practice, Wang Mo already has a self-measure in his heart.

That is: Whoever has the intent to kill me, kill him constantly!

Those who have the intent to kill my relatives, always kill them!

Those who have murderous intent to the people around me, always kill them!

Three kills and one out, kill to stop killing!

Just as Qingpi pounced on the two of them and roared, the four people of the Bichao Sect shivered, looked at each other and subconsciously swallowed their saliva, looked at Wang Mo's eyes, and then the previous horror was full of fear.

This is simply a big evil star, he doesn't even give a chance, he doesn't ask about his background, he doesn't ask about his cultivation, he doesn't ask about the reason, he just kills.

Acting so without scruples, cultivating and being incomparably strong, and the helpers around them are even more terrifying, such a lawless person, in their cognition, is really unimaginable, and even more elusive, what will it bring to the cultivation world.

But they guessed wrong, in their seemingly gratuitous killing, Wang Mo admitted that he was not at fault.

If it weren't for them bullying Lei Peng, who looked like a junior in Wang Mo's eyes, if it weren't for them thinking about enslaving it, if it weren't for Wang Mo's own little strength, I'm afraid he would have turned into a corpse at this time, and asked the sky speechlessly!

From another point of view, if Wang Mo becomes the other party's current situation at this time, his fate may be more desperate than death.

"Bang!"

Bloody clothes turned the huge soul scythe, and when it slashed the light curtain, the streamer roared and exploded, and the impact instantly retreated.

"Bastard, this sect remembers you, sooner or later, one day, this sect wants you to live with that little slut and not die!" Behind the extremely strong light curtain, ** Ting stared at Wang Mo with a pale face and a look of resentment in her eyes, cursing in her mouth.

I saw his wrist flip, and a cyan jade talisman that exuded strong coercion flashed on the ground, and crushed it.

I saw that countless cyan streamers flashed in the jade talisman, and instantly wrapped it inside, and before Wang Mo could react, he had already shot dozens of zhang away in the blink of an eye.

Then, under the blue mang, it turned into two cyan light wings that were more than ten zhang long, and with a slight shock, they disappeared in an instant.

Its speed was far beyond the early Yuan Infant Sage that Wang Mo had seen, and it was slightly higher than that of the middle Yuan Infant Cultivators.

The red light around the bloody clothes flashed, and he was about to control the escape light to chase and kill, but when his body was stunned, he stopped in mid-air, and his little hand trembled, and the soul scythe roared, slashing towards one of the two people who were forced by the green skin to be in danger.

"Ahh

With a soft pop, in the face of the incomparably sharp Soul Scythe, the man only had time to let out a miserable howl, and was instantly cut in half by the Soul Scythe, not even having a chance to blow himself up.

When the Soul Scythe was withdrawn, the corpse was wrenched into ashes, and a dripping golden pill and ring were brought out from it, but this time the bloody clothes did not swallow it directly, but handed it to Wang Mo with an expressionless face.

The bloody clothes in the early stage of the fourth order, coupled with the power of the high-grade true treasure soul scythe, their combat power is already close to the middle stage of the Yuan Infant, and even if the bloody clothes are incarnated into heavenly ghosts, who wins and who loses, I am afraid that they will have to fight again.

For the ** Ting who escaped, Wang Mo did not intend to let her go, but really couldn't chase after her.

The power of the bloody cloth is not weak, but it can only use its teleportation power once a month, and it has already been consumed when saving Lei Peng before.

If Wang Mo is fast, even if he goes all out, he can't catch up.

Such a scene fell in the eyes of the four people of the Bichao Sect, and the fear in their pale faces was even stronger, and their legs seemed to tremble a little disobediently.

But the four of them didn't even dare to have the slightest idea of escaping, not to mention the terrifying aura of the bloody clothes, they had already sensed something from it.

Moreover, in the strange Peng Song's hair on the top of Wang Mo's head, there seemed to be something against them, although they didn't dare to look directly at what it was, but the ill-intentioned in the other party's eyes, they felt very real.

This week, the strange men who are full of endless evil spirits, they really don't dare to have the slightest disagreement.

"Daoist friends let me go, I know the many secrets of the Huoyun Sect, as long as Daoist friends let me go, I can say anything!" The man heard his companion's screams, and his heart panicked, but for the sake of survival, he could be regarded as letting go.

After all, ** Ting is like a servant to her, and he is also a Grandmaster of Jiedan, if he is not afraid of her identity, how can he be angry with this bird.

When Wang Mo heard this, his face was still expressionless, but under the slight movement of his heart, the speed at which Qingpi pounced on him slowed down slightly.

"Daoyou stopped for a while, and I knew why **Ting was chasing that cheap ...... That Smoke Fairy doesn't let go, and it's very involved!" the man only felt the pressure on his body loosen slightly, and shouted with a slightly nervous face.

His voice fell, Wang Mo waved his hand slightly, and the figure of Qingpi's attack paused instantly, and the brilliance flashed down to his side.

Looking at the few people around him, he bared his teeth and grinned, showing a threatening look.

"Chen Yunfeng, thank you for not killing!" The man had to get rid of it, and he didn't even have time to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, and bowed to Wang Mo.

"I haven't seen you for a long time! I miss it so much!" For Chen Yunfeng, Wang Mo didn't pay attention to him, but turned his head to look at the few people of the Bichao Sect and said lightly.

"Goo...... True...... Is it really you?" Xia Zhanfeng's face turned pale, and he subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and asked with a trembling fear in his pupils.

"Are you Wang Mo?" At this time, Ning Yuanshan was still the same as he was back then, although he had doubts before, but at this time Wang Mo was talking to the two, if he didn't understand the meaning of his words, he would be blind in the past few hundred years of cultivation.

The other two elders of the Bichao Sect looked puzzled, if they were acquaintances, then if they didn't kill them, they would still say the past, but if they were acquaintances, why did the two look like they were afraid?

When the people around him heard this, their pupils shrank suddenly, and they all looked at Wang Mo with wide eyes, revealing a shocked look.

Although the Great Xia cultivation world is located in a remote area, and the situation is extremely peculiar, it has long been familiar with the rumors of the past hundred years.

The person who was rumored to be boiling and won countless treasures back then turned out to be the black and thin man in front of him?

"It seems that the memories of the two of them have not faded with the passage of time, and they still remember the nobodies who were chased by you back then, who had no way to go to the sky and no way to enter the ground!"

"You...... What do you want?" Xia Zhanfeng looked at him like this, although he was terrified in his heart, he still asked boldly.

"Hey, Wang Mo, so long has passed since the events of that year, let it be so diluted, I think your sister doesn't want to see you live in hatred!" Ning Yuanshan is worthy of being an old treacherous and cunning person, knowing that hard support will never make the extremely resolute man in front of him disperse the killing intent, but in a flash in his heart, he has moved the emotional card.

"Sister?" Wang Mo muttered to himself, his eyes revealing a touch of remembrance and rare tenderness, at this moment, the evil aura around his body seemed to have dissipated, which made people feel that they were like two people before.

"Xia Zhanfeng is dead, if you don't pursue your Xia family, the persecution of me back then, Ning Yuanshan, for the sake of you Shan'er Master, spare you for seeing the deeds of Li Wangyi chasing and killing him, cut off your arm, and your apprentice Guan Shihua, if he is not dead, tell him, let him wash his neck, I will go to Bichaozong to find him!"

Looking up at the sky, a cloud suddenly appeared in the blank clouds above, and it seemed to vaguely see Yang Shan'er's voice and smile, the kind woman seemed to have annihilated the evil qi in Wang Mo's heart in an instant, so that his original intention to kill calmed down.