"Calm down and ask your grandfather, maybe he knows what's going on. Zhang Mo let go of Li Ling'er's shoulder and said, "I will accompany you." ”

Qiao Zhou's mansion was full of joy, but the door plaque on the mansion had been changed.

Li Ling'er didn't pay attention when he came to the mansion, Zhang Mo, who was following him, glanced at it, frowned and went in together.

Beyond the shadow wall, the mansion is staggered with guests.

Qiao Zhou sat on the right side of the upper seat with a frown, and sitting in the main seat was a middle-aged man with colorful eyebrows, this man was calm, talking and laughing with a woman next to him, who should be the protagonist of this banquet.

As soon as Li Ling'er entered the door, he immediately attracted everyone's attention, and the middle-aged man with colorful eyebrows looked at Li Ling'er with interest, and a trace of obscene light flashed in his eyes.

"What's going on with my mother's tomb?" Li Ling'er asked as she stared at Qiao Zhou.

"Bastard, don't get out of here yet!" Qiao Zhou's expression changed greatly when he saw Li Ling'er, and he slapped the table and yelled at her.

"I just want to ask, what's going on with my mother's tomb!" Li Ling'er said in an accentuated tone.

Qiao Zhou pointed at Li Ling'er with his finger and said tremblingly: "Get out!"

"Hey, Qiao Lao is really grumpy, how can you be willing to drive away such a delicate little girl?" The middle-aged man with colorful eyebrows said in a flirtatious tone, staring at Li Ling'er for a while while while speaking.

"We don't need you to talk too much about our Qiao family's affairs!" Li Ling'er glanced at the middle-aged man with colorful eyebrows with some disgust.

A spiritual pressure from the early stage of refining the gods instantly spread out from Li Ling'er's body, and the surrounding guests were all shocked, and they were breathless from the powerful spiritual pressure.

The middle-aged man with colorful eyebrows chuckled, and his two eyebrows writhed like colorful caterpillars, and a palpitating aura rose from his body, instantly overshadowing Li Ling'er's spiritual pressure. If it weren't for Zhang Mo standing behind Li Ling'er, I'm afraid Li Ling'er would have been suppressed by this breath and couldn't move.

"Late Tribulation Cultivator!" Zhang Mo's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, he didn't expect to meet one in Zhangzhou, generally speaking, the masters of the Tribulation Period would hide from the world, in order to adjust their mentality to the best before ascending.

The middle-aged man with colorful eyebrows glanced past Li Ling'er at Zhang Mo and said, "I don't know why you are here?"

"Her business is my business. Zhang Mo put his hand on Li Ling'er's shoulder. A spiritual pressure that did not belong to the middle-aged man with colorful eyebrows rushed up from him, and the two spiritual pressures were entangled and fighting in mid-air, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner for a while.

And those guests who were in it were miserable, they didn't have the corresponding strength but they were caught in the battle between the two Tribulation Period monks, and the weaker ones directly vomited blood and fell to the ground, even if they could hold on, it would never be too good.

When Li Ling'er and Wucai's eyebrows met, Qiao Zhou's face turned pale, but after Zhang Mo released the spiritual pressure, his face was a lot more ruddy.

"His mother's tomb was destroyed by him. Qiao Zhou pointed to the colorful eyebrows and said.

"Noise!" Colorful eyebrows glanced at Qiao Zhou contemptuously. Stretching out his fingers, a colorful beam of light pierced Qiao Zhou.

At the same time, his spiritual pressure locked Qiao Zhou in place and couldn't move.

Just when Qiao Zhou thought that he was going to die, a silver light flashed, and the multicolored beam of light was actually bound by this silver light and could not escape.

The multicolored eyebrows glanced at the silver light, and a look of jealousy appeared on his face, because there was a dangerous aura in the silver light, which made people a little uneasy.

"What do you say?" Zhang Mo said to Li Ling'er.

"What about my mother's remains?" asked Li Ling'er with slightly red eyes.

"It's burned. Wucai eyebrows didn't think that Zhang Mo would turn his face with him for Li Ling'er, and replied lazily at the moment.

"If only you could sincerely apologize to her. This is the end of my decision. Zhang Mo said to the colorful eyebrows.

"What a big joke, let me apologize to a god refining cultivator?" Wucai eyebrows laughed dryly, "Even if I want to apologize to you, it's impossible!

Colorful eyebrows stretched out. A colorful smoke instantly formed in front of him, and then this smoke swept in and wrapped around Zhang Mo, and at the same time, a heavenly coercion fell from the top of Zhang Mo's head.

"Broken!"

Zhang Mo pinched the sword technique in his hand, pointed forward, and a transparent long sword immediately appeared in front of him, and two completely different heavenly coercion appeared on the long sword.

The transparent sword churned over the multicolored smoke. Although the multicolored smoke was cut to pieces, the multicolored smoke instantly returned to its original state.

After several battles, Zhang Mo found that the Water and Fire Heavenly Dao could not contain the colorful smoke, and immediately took back the Water and Fire Heavenly Dao.

"Immortal Sword Formation!"

Zhang Mo pinched the seal in his hand, and a silver light flashed. A silver long sword appeared in front of him, and in an instant, it turned into two silver long swords, then into four silver long swords, and finally evolved into eight long swords before stopping.

The colorful eyebrows sneered and manipulated the colorful smoke to roll towards Zhang Mo, the seal on Zhang Mo's hand changed, and the eight silver long swords began to fly around his body, but the silver long swords that flew up seemed to be disorderly and chaotic.

But when the multicolored smoke approached Zhang Mo, a silver light flickered, and it instantly swallowed the entire multicolored smoke.

After a moment, Zhang Mo stretched out his hand to hold a silver ball the size of a watermelon, and in this silver ball, there was a multicolored smoke rushing left and right, and he could not break through the silver ball.

"Burst!" the colorful eyebrows let out a low sigh, and the multicolored smoke trapped in Zhang Mo's silver ball instantly swelled and exploded.

The silver ball swelled several times in a very short period of time, but finally withstood the power of this multicolored smoke explosion.

"Fellow Daoist, don't push people too much!" Seeing that his colorful smoke was so easily subdued by Zhang Mo, the colorful eyebrows said with some annoyance. "It's not good for everyone if you fight to a dead end. ”

"If the cultivation of immortals blindly compromises along the way, then even if you ascend to the god realm, you can only be a 'compromise' god, you can't give one to the people around you when you have the strength, and you don't dare to do it just because you are afraid of losing everything you have, what is the point of cultivating immortals like this!?" Zhang Mo said with an excited expression.

"It's meaningless to be a good one!" Seeing Zhang Mo's firm attitude, Wucai's eyebrows immediately became more hideous, and he shouted frantically: "Since you have your persistence, then I also have mine!" Let's use our strength to speak." ”

The multicolored eyebrows suddenly reached out and wiped his two eyebrows, and the original multicolored eyebrows turned black under this wipe.

(To be continued.) )