Xu Mu's calm voice echoed across the sky.

Whether it was the Nan Mo monk or the Lin family, their faces were all stunned.

likes to meddle in things, what an unobtrusive reason, but it is impossible to refute.

Combined with the strength shown by Xu Mu, everyone took it for granted.

Hearing such a naked provocation, Lin Mo could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, his expression turned pale, and then he said with a grin: "What a nosy, I, Lin Mo, will ask you for advice today to see if you Mu Changsheng is really a real ......."

Before the last word 'material' could be blurted out, Xu Mu, who was shrouded in Bai Lei Zhenyuan, stepped out abruptly.

Rumble!!!

The white Thunder True Yuan centered on his feet and spread violently.

Turning this side of the world into a sea of thunder.

At the same time, Lin Mo's cast, the sand and waterfall that swept through the desert area, under the erosion of the white thunder, immediately turned into useless dust and sand.

The monks of the Southern Desert Monk were freed from the shackles of the sand and waterfalls.

This is the end of the matter, and there is no need to say more.

"Kill!" Lin Mo's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he held the knife in both hands and swung it out blatantly.

"Sand Wolf Slash!"

Lin Mo's spiritual root can affect the power of the desert, and in the Fire Cloud Gorge, he can exert twelve percent of his power.

With his swing of the knife, the sand within a radius of more than ten miles suddenly exploded.

Finally, it condensed into a huge quicksand wolf head, and quickly swept towards Xu Mu.

"Whew!"

The wolf's head roared rampantly, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was a sword or some other powerful qi machine, crushing the air along the way to burst.

Seeing the momentum that Lin Mo had made with all his might, Xiao Jimo immediately said to Wan Ye beside him with a solemn expression: "If Lin Mo swings this knife at the beginning, we will not have the power to resist at all. ”

Wan Ye nodded approvingly, looked at Xu Mu's old eyes with a look of deep worry, and said to himself: "I hope this young man is really the descendant of the Holy Monk, in that case, he will definitely be able to block this knife, because the Holy Monk of Huoyun is the first knife in our Southern Desert." ”

Contrary to Wan Ye and Xiao Jimo's worried emotions, Miao Kongkong stood at the very edge of the battlefield and said with a playful face: "Xiao Linzi is going to be unlucky. It is estimated that in the generation of Cangrui Domain, only the most outstanding people in the three holy lands can match. Xiaolinzi is still too tender. ”

It seems to be in response to Myo Sora's words.

Xu Mu, who was standing in the void, moved, and the palm holding the demon slaying pestle swung out violently, facing the head of the sand wolf.

Nothing gimmicky, simple and straightforward.

The white sea of thunder boiled with Xu Mu's movements.

The Demon Slaying Pestle collided with the Sand Wolf Slash.

Rumble!

The yellow sand and thunder exploded in the sky, submerging Xu Mu's figure.

A mocking smile tugged at the corner of Lin Mo's mouth.

Even if he is a disciple of the Holy Land, he has to be vigilant, this Mu Changsheng is too arrogant.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead. ”

Lin Mo was very confident, this sword Mu Changsheng would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

Suddenly, Lin Mo's smile froze.

I saw it in the center of the most boiling explosion of the sandstorm and white thunder.

A flash of purple light suddenly broke through the area where the energy was most boiling, and smashed towards Lin Mo.

It's just a bit of a flash.

"Drink!" Lin Mo didn't dare to be careless, and the sand tooth knife swung out again, bursting with brilliant blades, wanting to block it.

However, his eyes narrowed.

He swung his sword with all his might, and even the purple streamer was not blocked for a moment.

Syllable!

The knife shattered.

The purple streamer had already struck in front of him.

In a hurry, Lin Mo only had time to swing his knife.

Bang dang!

The purple streamer collided with the sand tooth knife, bursting with a loud sound that shook everyone's eardrums.

At this moment, Lin Mo's hands erupted in sharp pain as if they were about to break.

The force was so brutal that it threatened to shatter both of his arms.

This Lin Mo, who had never faced such a strong attack since he was born, had a moment of panic.

He made a last resort, and as soon as his hands were loosened, the sand tooth knife was released.

If he didn't let go, Lin Mo had the illusion that both hands would be broken.

"How is it possible!" On the Lin family's side, all the monks instantly showed a look of horror.

That's their young master, the future head of the Lin family, can't even take that Mu Changsheng's move?

However, the facts are no longer in doubt.

Shout!

The white thunder-covered figure followed the purple streamer, breaking through the center of the sandstorm and thunder power boiling like a ghost, and appeared in front of Lin Mo.

With an outstretched arm, he took the purple streamer into his hand.

The monks who were watching the battle saw clearly that the purple streamer was actually the demon pestle.

Lin Mo's face changed wildly in an instant, looking at Xu Mu who was close at hand, his first reaction was to retreat.

Without the Sand Tooth Knife, it was impossible for him to resist the Demon Pestle with his physical body.

His body was about to move, but he found that he couldn't move a bit.

I don't know when it started, and the white true element had spread to the periphery of his body.

The entire battlefield was covered by white thunder, and he had no way to avoid it.

Boom!

After a brief moment's hesitation, the Demon Slaying Pestle had already smashed into his chest.

The power of regaining ten thousand jun was like more than ten huge mountains smashing into his body at the same time.

Poof!

Lin Mo's body, like a tattered kite, was once again blasted down from the sky, smashing deep into the earth below.

The audience was silent.

Sword idiot Lin Mo, the first day of Nan Mo, who had been born to compete with the Xuanyuan Sword Sect inheritance disciples, couldn't even stop Mu Changsheng's move.

Yu Qiling's figure trembled slightly because he was too excited.

Looking at the young man standing proudly in the middle of the thunder sea that submerged the sky, Yu Qiling seemed to see the Xu Mu who had spent ninety-nine lifeless tribulations in the Forbidden Land.

The figures of the two were combined, and Yu Qiling said to himself with great determination: "He is the heir of the holy monk!"

Although the difference between Xu Mu and Mu Changsheng's appearance is too big, he is so sure.

With such a pride in the sky, there will be no second person in the entire Eastern Realm except for the descendants of the holy monks.

"I'm a good girl, Xu Mu's strength has skyrocketed after his magical powers. On the other side, Miao Kongkong pursed his mouth with some emotion.

Although he always thought that Xu Mu would win, he never thought that he would win so easily.

Eyes shifted, to the desert area on the edge of the Fire Cloud Gorge.

Lin Mo's body smashed into the depression.

Lin Mo's body lay weakly on the blazing yellow sand, and in his chest, a blood hole a few points larger than his forehead penetrated his body.

His internal organs were shattered by the thunderous power of the demon pestle.

The furious power of thunder even evaporated the blood from his wounds.

"Why is this happening?" Lin Mo looked at his chest with a dull face.

Even a Dharma Body Realm cultivator would not be able to survive when all his internal organs were shattered.

Lin Mo knew this very well, this physical body was finished.

His physical body had been eroded and paralyzed by the power of thunder, and Lin Mo couldn't even move.

Feeling the loss of vitality in his body, Lin Mo looked at Xu Mu on the sky dome with extremely resentful eyes.

"Mu Changsheng!"

Letting out his last shout, Lin Mo's eyes widened, and he was completely silent.

At the same time, a dark yellow primordial spirit burst out from above its forehead.

Then he fled out of the Huoyun Gorge without looking back.

"Can't let him run away!" Wan Ye saw Lin Mo's Yuan Shen fleeing, and immediately let out an anxious shout.

In fact, there is no need for Wan Ye to remind him, and it is impossible for Xu Mu to let Lin Mo's Yuan Shen escape.

He had already faced the revenge of the Nangong family, but he didn't want to face the revenge of the Lin family again.

With his eyelids raised slightly, Xu Mu looked at the Yuan Shen who was extremely fast in the eyes of ordinary people, but in his eyes, he was as slow as a snail.

"Hmph!" Immediately, with a cold snort, the Demon Suppressing Pestle erupted into terrifying thunder fluctuations.

A purple thunder pillar slashed towards Lin Moyuanshen.

At the same time, Xu Mu's primordial power, which was already comparable to the power of breaking the void, erupted in terrifying divine consciousness fluctuations, and forcibly froze Lin Mo's primordial spirit in place.

"No!" Looking at the purple thunder that was getting closer and closer, Lin Moyuan let out an unwilling wail.

However, this doesn't change anything.

Syllable!

The dark yellow primordial spirit shattered, and it was wiped out under the purple thunder.

Knife idiot Lin Mo, the young master of the Lin family, the young man who recently declared his rise, was directly wiped out under Xu Mu's ruthless hands.

In the face of the huge disparity in strength, he didn't even make a decent attack.

Seeing Lin Mo being tortured and killed like a child in front of Xu Mu, without the power to resist and resist, Rao is Wan Ye, who has experienced a lot of strong winds and waves, couldn't help but exclaim: "So strong! Is he really a teenager?"

"He is not only a teenager, he is also a descendant of the holy monks. Xiao Jimo smiled faintly, he and Yu Qiling didn't tell the Southern Desert Monk that Xu Mu was a ground-level spiritual root.

With the full strength of the ground-level spiritual root, the cultivators of the same level were so devastated.

Lin Mo died, and the monks of the Lin family finally reacted.

Looking at the young man who was like a demon god in the sea of thunder in the sky, I don't know who was the first to shout a terrifying and terrible scream: "Run!"

In the face of such an existence that can easily erase their young master, no one has the will to rebel.

Under that desperate roar, the monks of the Lin family, who had been chasing after the monks of the Southern Desert before, scattered and fled like frightened birds.

"Not a single one will be left!" Xiao Jimo's clear voice resounded in the ears of the Nanmo monks.

Although he is a member of the Confucian Sect and cultivates Haoran Righteous Qi Song, he is also a monk of the Southern Desert, and he is decisive in killing.

"Kill!"

The monks of the Southern Desert came to their senses one after another, and with a cruel smile on their faces, they slaughtered the monks of the Lin family who had fled.

In the face of a group of monks who had lost their fighting spirit, the Nanmo monks simply unilaterally tortured and killed the Lin family monks.

No one dared to turn back and resist, because the eyes of the young man in the sky were like poisonous snakes, watching their every move.

(End of chapter)