The headache was splitting, and Zhang Mo's first reaction when he woke up was to cover his forehead and groan.

After resting for a while, Zhang Mo chose to leave the place, now he had a killing mark on his body, and he couldn't stay in the same place for too long.

Rumble!

A few hours later, Zhang Mo solved a guy who was following him and found a more hidden place to hide.

"We must eliminate this killing mark!" Zhang Mo made up his mind in his heart.

So Zhang Mo sat down cross-legged again and began to engrave a mark on his soul, the crazy pain still made Zhang Mo unbearable, and he fainted.

However, this time it is obviously much better than the previous one, and it has lasted longer, about an hour more.

At the same time, the engraving of the imprint was also about one-fifth complete, and Zhang Mo, who woke up again, only felt dizzy, but he had to move again to avoid being targeted.

In this way, Zhang Mo was able to improve a little bit every time, and finally spent seven days finally learning this magic skill.

"Soul stabbing!" Zhang Mo let out a low sigh, and a dark spike suddenly emerged from a distance of a few zhang, this was the first layer of the mutilated jade slip, and it was rumored that after cultivating to the extreme, it could kill the cultivators of the same level invisibly.

It's just that after the exercises are practiced, the first thing Zhang Mo has to do is to erase the killing mark on his wrist.

The mysterious mark in Zhang Mo's soul lit up with a faint light, and a black line followed his arm to the killing mark on his wrist.

Burst!

The killing mark made a muffled sound, and the head of the current ruler of the Golden Imperial God King clan, which had been suspended above Zhang Mo's head, was gone.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Zhang Mo felt a bulge in the skin on his wrist. The kill mark was pounding against the black line that covered it.

"It seems that this exercise cannot permanently eliminate the killing mark, but can only temporarily suppress it. Zhang Mo sighed secretly in his heart. At the same time, a wry smile was revealed.

Boom! Boom!

After two loud bangs, Zhang Mo's hiding place this time was rudely blasted open. Apparently caused by the kill mark that had not been hidden by Zhang Mo before.

"Whew!"

Two sounds of breaking the air sounded, and two strange-shaped weapons came towards them, but the speed and strength were only at the level of a drop of divine power.

Zhang Mo easily avoided it, and saw clearly that there were two mediocre-looking men, one tall and one short, the robes on the two looked very shabby, and there was not even a storage bag around their waists, it seemed that they should be gods with no sect and no foundation.

This kind of non-initiated, non-family god-man is usually called a wandering god-man. Abbreviated as Youshen.

The situation of the wandering gods is polarized, and those who have a powerful wandering god inheritance will have artifacts and exercises that ordinary gods cannot match, because those wandering gods will leave their life savings to the inheritors when they pass it on, and this resource will definitely make everyone blush.

And the sect or family's mode of casting a net alone, everyone gets a pitiful amount of resources.

The other kind of wandering god has not received the inheritance of the powerful wandering god, and there is no such resource allocation in the sect or family, so he can only rely on his strength to plunder.

This kind of wandering god will have a very hard time, and it is difficult for them to achieve great things without resources, and they will usually die in the raids.

"Choke!" "Choke!"

The wings of Kunpeng behind Zhang Mo unfolded. The metallic wings of the Kunpeng twisted the rudimentary artifacts of the two wandering gods.

With just one breath, these two rudimentary artifacts were crumbled to pieces.

At the same time, Zhang Mo urged the Kunpeng Wings to grind the two wandering gods into pulp, for this kind of wandering gods who live by plundering, Zhang Mo did not intend to show mercy to his subordinates.

After popping up two black flames the size of soybeans and burning the meat puree on the ground to ashes, Zhang Mo hurried away.

A few days later. Zhang Mo once again cast his soul thorn to temporarily seal the killing mark on his wrist.

However, after casting the soul thorn, Zhang Mo suddenly felt dizzy, and then the imprint in the divine soul that originally glowed with a faint light completely dimmed.

"The aftermath of continuous soul stinging. Zhang Mo sighed softly in his heart.

In the past few days, Zhang Mo has also chosen to walk on the periphery of the city. But now he's decided to go into the city and maybe find a way to get rid of the kill markers.

A small city with a population of 500,000. There is no Venerable One in charge, but it is also in order.

Altar City. Zhang Mo looked up and saw the mottled big characters at the city gate, but under the erosion of time, these three words have been blurred, and he can only see a rough idea.

When Zhang Mo raised his legs and wanted to enter the altar city, the guards at the gate blocked his way.

"Those who enter the city for the first time need to pay a divine crystal to enter. The two guards showed the strength of a drop of divine power, and stared at Zhang Modao with unkind faces.

These days, Zhang Mo has killed no less than ten people who have come because of the killing mark, and he has also accumulated some divine crystals in his hands, and at the moment, he also took out a divine crystal from the five-colored divine bag and handed it to one of the guards.

"Well, it's a pass, remember to put it away. After throwing Zhang Mo a shoddy black iron token, the two guards retreated.

Zhang Mo took the black iron token and walked into the altar city calmly.

As soon as he entered the city, Zhang Mo did not rush to find anything, but found the most popular restaurant again, ordered a fine wine, and sat and listened to the people around him.

"Do you know, the old king next door to Lao Zhou. ”

"I heard that there is a big man in our town. ”

"A few days ago, His Holiness passed by our city, and I heard from a neighbor of my brother-in-law, his uncle's brother-in-law, and the news is absolutely reliable. ”

......

All kinds of boring gossip are flying all over the sky, and people in small towns especially like Kan Dashan, and they also like some nonsense that is chiseled and attached.

Of course, Zhang Mo was not without a trace of gain after sitting for an afternoon, he knew that this altar city was originally built to sacrifice something, but everyone didn't know who this altar city was intended to worship.

At the same time, the most useful news that Zhang Mo got was probably that Cai Yan, the fifth of the top ten beauties in the God Realm, was rumored to be coming to the Altar City.

To say that although this Cai Yan is not as good as the previous four beauties, it is also a stunning existence among ordinary gods, and the most important thing is that she has amazing literary talents, and at the same time she is very smart, but unfortunately her strength is not strong.

When the city gate was about to close, a plain sedan chair came, and the sedan chair was carried by a strong bald man, and the spiritual pressure on the four of them made the guards guarding the gate tremble in both legs and stomachs.

"Welcoming Cai Cainu to the Altar City is really an honor for the Altar City. Dressed in a black robe and lined with red lining, the whole person looked graceful and gorgeous, with a loud voice and a decent speech, it was the current city lord of the altar city.

(To be continued.) )