When Zhang Mo reached out to grab a large silver diamond-shaped shield, there was a sudden buzz from behind.

The red circle on the ground glowed with a pale red glow, and then a diamond-shaped phantom appeared on the red circle.

A scene immediately appeared in this diamond-shaped phantom, which was a fight between two groups of people, and the two groups of people were distinct, one side was dressed extremely revealingly, mostly leather clothes and leather pants. On the other hand, they were wearing simple robes, which were closer to the clothes of the Kunpeng Continent.

Zhang Mo found that many of the people in leather clothes and leather pants were not human, because the heads of these guys were lizards or leopard heads.

There are even winged birdmen soaring through the sky, and people in leather clothes and leather trousers carry all kinds of fierce creatures, from giant lizards with well-developed limbs that can walk quickly on the ground, to giant elephants covered in long hair.

At the beginning, there was a leader standing in the air at the front of the two people, and Zhang Mo only saw the lips of the two leaders move a few words, and the war began.

As soon as the war began, Zhang Mo's eyes couldn't help but widen, because the spells used by the two sides and the strength they showed were completely beyond the possession of the immortal cultivators of the Kunpeng Continent.

Could it be that this is a war between gods and men? Zhang Mo already understood a little in his heart.

This battle seemed to be killing for the sake of killing, both sides were selfless fighting, mountain-type artifacts, palace-type artifacts, and various artifacts appeared one after another.

A large number of artifacts were destroyed and scattered all over the ground, and at the same time, huge ravines were drawn on the ground, and the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, a post-apocalyptic scene.

The scattering of these artifacts is probably the origin of the fragments of the artifacts of the Valley of the Gods, and those mountain-type artifacts and palace-type artifacts were probably left over from that time. Zhang Mo said secretly in his heart.

In the end, the war ended, and the group of people in leather clothes and leather pants were defeated and retreated, leaving only corpses and various artifacts in one place.

The leader who had defeated the group stepped on a dark blue flying sword and watched the man in leather clothes and leather pants retreat in embarrassment, until the last man in leather clothes and leather pants stepped into the dark spatial crack, he turned his head and looked lonely.

"Master Zu!" After the leader turned around, Zhang Mo shouted in a lost voice.

The leader was wearing a red robe, with a slender figure, a slender beard fluttering in the wind, and a pair of peach blossom eyes full of loneliness.

The appearance of this leader turned out to be exactly the same as the portrait of the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect that Zhang Mo saw in the sect.

Then the diamond-shaped phantom dissipated out of thin air, and Zhang Mo recovered from the shock.

He didn't know why the magic circle on the ground was suddenly activated, but at the moment, he couldn't care about so much, and while Wang Lang and the others hadn't come in yet, he hurriedly got some artifacts to hide, otherwise he might not have his share in a while.

Zhang Mo stretched out his hand and picked up the diamond-shaped shield, this diamond-shaped shield was unexpectedly light, Zhang Mo thought that this big shield would be very heavy, but what he didn't expect was that with a slight lift of his hand, this big shield was picked up effortlessly.

On the back of the diamond-shaped shield is inscribed an unknown line of writing, which looks very rounded and resembles letters.

Zhang Mo tried to inject spiritual power into the diamond-shaped shield, but unfortunately he didn't have the slightest reaction, and then he tried the pure yang power in his body, but there was no reaction.

In the end, Zhang Mo could only temporarily put the diamond-shaped shield into the storage bag, and just when Zhang Mo wanted to reach out to get the second artifact, the voice of the monk Shi Ming sounded very inopportunely: "Do you want to take these artifacts away while we are away? Fortunately, I did something to the relics I gave you before, otherwise the three of us would have to wait stupidly outside." ”

Zhang Mo turned around and saw Wang Lang and the three of them with unkind faces, these three people didn't know what agreement they had reached at this time, they actually stood together, and surrounded Zhang Mo in a cornering situation, it seemed that as long as Zhang Mo made any changes, the three of them would probably attack at the same time.

"Haha, the three of you have calculated well, it is estimated that you have already negotiated the conditions at this time, just wait to kill me here, right?" Zhang Mo naturally understood Wang Lang's thoughts at this time, and said it bluntly at the moment, "In this way, the artifact that was originally given to me, the three of you can directly hide it privately, do you three really want to break your promise?"

Zhang Mo's words made Wang Lang and the Blue Fairy a little ashamed, but Monk Shi Ming didn't feel it at all, after listening to Zhang Mo's words, Shi Ming chuckled and said: "In this world, the weak eat the strong, as long as we kill you, then after we go out, we don't say it, who will know our promise to you?"

"Oh, if I don't say it, I don't think anyone knows about what happened between me and you. Zhang Mo shrugged his shoulders and said, "Great monk, you reminded me. ”

Wang Lang heard the meaning of Zhang Mo's words, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and immediately smeared oil on the soles of his feet and retreated a few feet.

"I've only found out now, it's too late!" Zhang Mo let out a low sigh, and a cloud of dark green mystical runes appeared in all the exposed places of his body, and a huge black magic circle appeared on the ground, and this magic circle was filled with a trace of pale black gas.

Even the most shrewd Wang Lang couldn't escape Zhang Mo's poisonous realm, and after holding on for a while, he fell to the ground with a puff.

The other two were also directly hit and fell to the ground when they mobilized the aura in their bodies, Zhang Mo's face turned cold and looked at Wang Lang and the three of them lying on the ground unable to move, under the manipulation of divine thoughts, the strange poison in the magic circle was transformed, and after a while, the three people who were still breathing instantly turned into three white bones.

Zhang Mo didn't have the habit of getting close to the enemy before he died, unless he wanted to know what information would be so, and Wang Lang and the three of them were too dangerous, Zhang Mo naturally wouldn't give them any chance.

Whoa!

After removing the Poison Domain, Zhang Mo reached out and grabbed the three storage bags on the ground, which he grabbed in his hand.

Flipping the three heavy storage bags in his hand, Zhang Mo showed a satisfied smile, and at the same time, he habitually shot three fireballs at the three skeletons respectively, and the three skeletons were burned into ashes in the flames, but there was a golden light flashing in the ashes of the bones of the monk Shiming.

Zhang Mo flicked his sleeve, and the ashes of Shi Ming's bones were blown away by a gust of wind, revealing a pale yellow relic inside, which was far better than the one Shi Ming gave to Zhang Mo before.

Because from this relic, Zhang Mo felt a mellow Buddhist power, and that kind of special power with a gentle and inspiring force has been emanating from this relic.

Zhang Mo stretched out his hand and sucked the pale yellow relic directly into his hand, and then put it into his storage bag without thinking.