Rumble!

With a loud bang, the lucky man chose to self-destruct, and the power of a monk at the eighteenth level of Qi refining was comparable to the full force of a Jindan early stage monk.

Those monks who were too close were directly swallowed up by the aftermath of the explosion, and although Zhang Mo, who had foreseen it, cast the Kunpeng wings in time, he was still affected by the shock wave.

Fortunately, Zhang Mo practiced the Nine Turns Vajra Gong, so he was not injured, but he was still shocked to the edge of the square before he stopped.

Later, several lucky people who were selected by the Fire Qilin in advance chose to blow themselves up, they were all the best among the 500,000 people, and naturally they also had their own pride, he would rather blow himself up than be besieged to death by these people whose strength was worse than himself.

At this point, only five of the ten lucky winners selected earlier have died.

And there were only about forty of the ninety monks selected, Zhang Mo looked at the remaining five lucky ones with some helplessness, these five guys basically belonged to the kind of demonic geniuses whose strength surpassed the monks of the same level several times, and they were the kind of demonic geniuses with a particularly heavy killing heart.

Zhang Mo glanced at the relaxed Ye Ziyi, and the other five were a little embarrassed.

After a while, two more died, and only four lucky ones were still alive at this time, namely Ye Ziyi, the honest monk, the Wuxin Dao Chief, and the one from the Shadow Gate.

After looking around, Zhang Mo set the goal on the honest monk, Ye Ziyi couldn't see through the strength, so he would first solve the second difficult honest monk.

"Vajra Fu Magic Phase!" the honest monk roared angrily, the fat on the whole body scurried, and all the magic weapons besieging him were fanned by his generous palm, and none of them could get close.

This honest monk cultivates the Zen lineage of Buddhism, Zen Buddhism pays attention to body refining, so his cultivation route is biased towards body practitioners.

"Phew!"

The honest monk screamed, and the person in front of him was shocked by this exclamation, and the honest monk immediately touched the ground on tiptoe, floated lightly in front of the man, stretched out his broad hands and slapped the man's head.

Poof!

This person's head was smashed to pieces by the honest monk like a big watermelon, red blood and white brains splashed everywhere, and the scene was extremely bloody.

Just when the honest monk wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue, a blood-red sword light came in an instant, and Zhang Mo made a move.

As soon as the honest monk saw this sword, he immediately threw the robe draped on his body in front of him, and the scarlet robe spun rapidly in front of him, glowing with a layer of golden light, looking extremely holy.

Poof!

Zhang Mo's sword slashed fiercely on the honest monk's robe, and the robe was dented by the sword, but it did not cut through the robe.

When the honest monk was secretly relieved, a cracking sound made his face change, and at the same time, his fat hands rubbed in front of him, and a cyan relic suddenly appeared in front of him.

Then the honest monk stuffed the relic into his mouth and swallowed it directly.

His skin instantly began to turn golden, and a Sanskrit sound sounded, and a sun wheel appeared behind his head, and at the same time, his feet began to coil up, and a golden lotus base appeared underneath.

"Blue Wheel Law Phase!"

The relics of the monks who swallowed the death can instantly borrow part of the strength of the monks who passed away, of course, after using up, the relics are basically wasted, and they will not be used until the last resort, after all, the relics can keep the meditation machine and feel some of the monks' feelings.

As soon as the honest monk unfolded the Qinglun method, Zhang Mo's sword sword cut through his robe, and all this happened between lightning and flint.

Airplanes!

Zhang Mo's sword slashed at the honest monk's body unabated, but the body of the honest monk who cast the green wheel method was covered with a layer of cyan halo, which seemed to carry infinite vitality, constantly blocking Zhang Mo's sword forward.

Zhang Mo took a step forward, and then an oily green mystical rune began to appear on his neck, and the realm of poison was directly unleashed, including the honest monk.

"How can a mere venom hurt me?" the honest monk glanced contemptuously at the pale black mist around him.

Immediately after that, the Sanskrit sound on the honest monk's body was even stronger, and those pale black mist were isolated on the periphery of the honest monk's body, and he couldn't enter at all.

Zhang Mo was not surprised, because the Poison Realm had not yet been upgraded, and if it was upgraded by one level, it would be useless to just shield the poisonous mist.

Just as Zhang Mo's sword was about to disappear, the honest monk suddenly felt a tingling pain in his eyes, and a golden light directly pierced his eyes, and an irrepressible tear flowed down.

"Why do you have such powerful eyesight!" The honest monk looked at a sword mark on his chest with emotion, Zhang Mo's sword was consumed after all, and the remaining strength could only cut the fat on his chest, but it could not split him in half.

At this moment, a strong and powerful hand suddenly plunged into the honest monk's chest and directly grasped his heart.

"It's over. Zhang Mo shook it gently, and the honest monk's heart was pinched into powder, and at the same time, Zhang Mo took off the storage bag around his waist and stuffed it into his own storage bag.

"Feather Wing Magic Weapon!" said the honest monk as he looked at Zhang Mo in disbelief with wide eyes.

As soon as he heard the words of the honest monk, Zhang Mo scolded his mother in his heart, if he used a wing-like magic weapon, it would naturally be unattractive, but if it was a wing-like magic weapon, it would make people crazy.

As soon as the honest monk said this, the eyes of the people around him began to change when they looked at Zhang Mo, although no one had taken action, but many people had this idea.

Burst!

After the honest monk finished speaking, he planted his head in the square, and in this way, one of the remaining four lucky people was missing.

Then Zhang Mo paid attention to the body of the Heartless Daoist, who was much more embarrassed than the honest monk, at this time the Dao robe on his body was already tattered, his hair bun was also messy, and there were some large or small wounds all over his body.

"Haha, I didn't expect that I would die at the hands of such a group of rats, but don't worry, I won't let you succeed!"

None of the people who besieged him were able to get out unharmed, and the few who survived were seriously injured and coughed up blood.

At this time, only two of the ten lucky ones who were selected were left, the mysterious person from the shadow gate and Ye Ziyi.

Zhang Mo hesitated for a while, but decided to solve the mysterious person of the Shadow Gate first, and then think about the matter with Ye Ziyi.

"Hehe, just because you want to kill me too?" The mysterious man of the Shadow Gate was wearing a black bodysuit, and his face was also wrapped in a black cloth, revealing only a pair of bloodthirsty eyes.