Mo Chen ignored the middle-aged man, but looked at Ye Boxin, who was already dumbfounded: "So, can't you let me deal with it at the beginning?"

He walked forward slowly, the qi and blood in his body were completely silent, and he looked like an ordinary person.

Of course, this is not because he underestimates the enemy, but because the other side is too weak......

"Really, it has to come to this point. Mochen muttered a few words impatiently, and stepped forward nonchalantly.

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and stared at the ink dust that was slowly approaching.

"Who is the senior? Where do you come from? I am Tang Sha, the deputy sect leader of the Giant Spirit Slaying God Sect, and I also ask my senior to sell me a thin face of the Djinn Spirit Slaying God Sect. ”

Obviously, judging from Mo Chen's performance just now, Tang Sha directly regarded him as an old monster who had not been born for a long time.

"What do you say?" Mo Chen looked up and smiled, and his figure suddenly disappeared from everyone's view.

The real disappearance is not like the previous Tang Sha, and a trace of afterimage can be faintly captured.

The ink dust is truly gone, and even the breath is completely dissipated.

"Wow!!"

He appeared directly behind the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's face changed greatly, and he immediately turned around and crossed his arms in front of him.

But what appeared in his eyes was a finger of Mochen......

With an index finger, Mo Chen only stretched out one index finger and lightly touched it on the wrist of the middle-aged man.

The blow was extremely slow, and everyone on the ship could see it clearly, as if he had stretched out his fingers to pierce the window paper, without any amazing vision, and the huge power that could be transmitted from his index finger instantly changed Tang Xu's color.

"Boom !!"

The terrifying impact hit the middle-aged man, knocking him out like a meteor and smashing into the hull of the big ship behind him.

"Bang !!"

The big ship was smashed and flew several zhang away, stirring up huge waves, and the hull of the ship was directly smashed out of a huge depression with a diameter of more than ten zhang, and the middle-aged man was stuck in the middle of the depression, surrounded by smashed and bent iron-clad wood, like a crack wrapped in the middle-aged man and spread outward, like an insect trapped in a spider web.

He gasped under his breath, letting out a painful wail from time to time, his arms twisted at a very strange angle, blood gushing down the corners of his mouth, wetting and staining the clothes on his body, obviously having less air in and more air out.

The decks of the two search ships fell silent for a moment, a deathly silence.

And then suddenly.

"Sect Master Tang!!" The monks of the Giant Spirit God Killing Sect roared wildly, and several masked men leaped in the direction of the middle-aged man.

In addition, more than a dozen figures moved vertically, enveloping the ink dust in a special formation.

Mo Chen glanced at the more than ten monks who surrounded him, and although these people seemed to be fierce, even the arm holding the knife was trembling.

"You're too weak. Mo Chen rolled his eyes, he raised his hand again, and just this one action frightened a group of monks screamed, lost the steel knife and jumped directly into the river.

Ignoring these cowardly bags, Mo Chen picked up the manic qi and blood in his body, and aimed at the big ship next to him with a bland flick of his fingers.

"Bang!!"

Under the surging blood and qi, accompanied by the terrifying physical power, the power of this snap of his fingers even Ye Boxin's face on the side was dull, completely unimaginable.

The space around Mochen seemed to be distorted by a bullet, forming a vortex more than ten zhang long, like a sharp drill bit, and like a transparent spear, roaring forward.

Along the way, the river was instantly cut through it, revealing the bottom of the river full of mud, and then crashed into the large ship of the Djinn God Slayer Cult opposite.

"Click!!"

The whole ship was like a fragile piece of wood, which could easily be broken by the waist.

The more than ten people who surrounded Mo Chen were dumbfounded, not to mention stepping forward to stop them, even the few people who were rubbed to the side by the aftermath didn't even have the strength to resist, and half of their bodies were gone in an instant.

Too weak, really too weak.

Since Mo Chen came to this area, he sighed more than once.

Whether it was these masked monks, or Ye Boxin, or Tang Sha, a middle-aged man who was just a few talents, they were all too weak in Mo Chen's eyes.

Mo Chen even thought that in the middle of the open sea, a random child of four or five years old could knock them back with one punch.

With such strength, not to mention Mo Chen's personal action, although he only has the realm of standing and shadowless now, his physical realm is really strong under the tempering of the three holy laws.

Even if he didn't use all his strength, where could these extremely weak monks resist, even the middle-aged man Tang Sha was also powerless to resist, and Mo Chen made him half dead with just one finger.

"Wow. ”

The big ship could no longer bear the heavy pressure, and completely broke into two, warped to the sides, stirring up large waves, and then slowly entered the water and sank.

Beside Mo Chen, the masters of the so-called Giant Spirit God Slaying Sect were all like ashes, and they were already a little overwhelmed.

The middle-aged man was hit by the flick of his fingers just now, and it exploded directly into a pool of blood mist. Without this leader, these ordinary masters will have no backbone.

But that's not all.

"Ahh

"No!!"

Poofs rang out one after another.

Before the dozen or so people who had surrounded Mo Chen could figure out what was going on, they all fell to the ground one after another, slowly losing their breath, and their bodies began to crack one by one, and finally completely turned into a pool of blood.

Mo Chen released a trace of qi and blood power in his body, and these people were shocked to death alive.

The remaining Djinn God Slayer monks saw that the situation was not good, and they all jumped into the water and fled.

Mo Chen didn't bother to pay attention to these little shrimps, since the real mastermind Tang Sha was dead, it was enough.

As for other things, he was not interested at all, and it was not even worth letting him do it.

"Ink Dust...... No...... Senior Mo ...... "At this time, Elder Ye Boxin reacted, it was not that he was sluggish, but that Mo Chen's movements just now were too fast, and the power of the effect was too shocking, not only did he completely destroy the master of the Giant Spirit Slaying God Sect, but he also suppressed him.

That power, that speed, even that momentum, was completely beyond his cognition, to a level that he could never comprehend.

It's like a qualitative change.

Whether it was Ye Boxin or Tang Sha, when they made a move, they all used the energy overflowing between heaven and earth to break through the limitations of their bodies.

But Mo Chen is different, he directly controls these heaven and earth energies, just like a monarch who reigns over the world, and all the energies around him are under his orders.

So here, every time Mo Chen makes a shot, it is equal to a shot from heaven and earth.

Is there a chance of victory against mortals against heaven and earth?

This is an inevitable result, and the levels between the two are too different.

"Ink ...... Senior Mo ......" Ye Boxin stepped forward slowly, he was not used to this change of identity for a while.

He walked up to Mo Chen, swallowed his saliva, and asked cautiously, "Senior Mo...... The old man dared to ask, are you a monk in those hidden families?"

"Hidden Family?" Mo Chen was a little puzzled, "What is the Hidden Family that Elder Ye is talking about?"