In the open sea, on a remote island, a figure suddenly appeared, this person's long hair was floating in the air, his eyes were like stars, his nose was like a hanging gall, although his facial features were not very conspicuous, but it made people feel comfortable to look at, as if these things were carefully designed by others before they were put together.

It's just that what this person is doing is not comfortable in any way: carrying a person in one hand, one of them is still five meters tall, extremely majestic, one-eyed, one-horned, double-mouthed, and the head looks very hideous monster-like person, while the other is a person covered in blood and loopholes, if he is dressed in animal skin, it is an ancient hunter who has just returned from hunting!

Bang bang! Two muffled sounds, Zhang Mo threw the two captives on the ground, feeling that they were in a state of being angry and invading, as if they were going to die at any time, the corners of his mouth showed a cold smile: I really think that I don't know the East China Sea Demon Clan, and I don't have the slightest understanding of their perverted vitality, do you think that you have deceived yourself in this way?!

With a pull of his foot, he leveled the body of the Tutu tribesman, touched the giant foot that caught up with his height, and said in his mouth: "Since you want to pretend to be dead, then I will let you know what kind of state the real serious injury and dying are, you are pretending, it is really a bit different!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Mo raised his foot and kicked it, this kick seemed to be mysterious, but Zhang Mo was in this kick, exerting the hardness and heaviness of his body to the extreme. Like the weight of a mountain, it was gathered on this foot, and it was like a foot made by King Kong kicked on a piece of tofu, and the big foot of the Tutu tribe was crushed by Zhang Mo's seemingly fluttering slightness.

The stubble, blood, muscles, and tendons immediately spread out, dyeing the surrounding ground a blood-red, and the ankles and broken places were filled with blood, and the blood flowed down like a fountain of blood, and soon a puddle of blood gathered under him, making the ground muddy.

This step down, Zhang Mo did not stop, but gently kicked the other giant foot of the Tutu tribe to abolish it, that kind of indifferent look, as if he had not done anything, if anyone saw this scene, they would definitely shudder.

It's a pity that this small island is a place carefully chosen by Zhang Mo, and the most important feature is that it is small, as small as the blood flowing from the ankles of the Tutu tribesmen, it doesn't take much effort to flow directly into the seawater, and it won't stay on the island for too long at all.

After the giant foot was shattered, what was persecuted was the calf of the Tutu tribe, stepping on it one by one, the thickness of the calf was about to catch up with one-third of Zhang Mo's height, but under his feet, it was more fragile than a castle of sand, and with a light foot on this side, it immediately became a pile of flesh and mud, and what bones, meridians, membranes, flesh and blood, all had been mixed together, regardless of each other!

Zhang Mo didn't say a word like this, and silently stepped on it with one foot, each foot was full of weight and was abnormally hard, except for the place under his feet, other muscles would definitely not be affected, reflecting the super control of strength, and also made those who heard it have to tremble in their hearts.

One foot, one foot, and another foot, I don't know how long I stepped on it, Zhang Mo slowly crushed all the calves of the Tutu tribe, and even the knees had been finely ground into a part of the meat paste, and immediately began to attack his hands, still without saying a word, the silent atmosphere combined with the sound of the sea water lapping on the rocks constituted a strong oppression, as if a mountain was pressing on the hearts of these two people.

Whether it is the multi-armed clan or the Tutu clan, they did not expect that with the cultivation of two transcendent realm qi practitioners, they would be defeated in the hands of an ordinary human race qi practitioner, and they were defeated so completely, the other party only used two moves, and they all abolished the two of them and had to become the prisoners of the other party, which was a great shame for the talented two.

I thought that by seeing the enemy as weak, I could make the other party relax my vigilance, and then there would be a way to activate my own talent, at least tell the master the news here, who would have thought that the other party would be so strong, and directly subdued the two completely, and then threw them to the ground with a wave of his hand.

Then, it was the nightmare of the two, whether it was for the Tutu tribe or for the multi-armed tribesmen, Zhang Mo's actions were like hammers, knocking open the hearts of the two little by little, and the defense line that was thought to be rock-solid was destroyed like a withering and decaying under this unreasonable action, and soon collapsed completely!

"Don't do it again, what do you want to know, you ask, I'll tell you all!"

"What's your name?"

"My name is Wuyun Gaimeng, and I am from the Tutu tribe, and his name is Shengshi Dajin, and I am a multi-armed tribe. ”

"Are you the Eastern Sea Demon Clan?!"

"Yes, we are all subordinates of the East Sea Demon Clan's Swallowing Heaven True Monarch. ”

"What are you doing here, why are you putting a ban on other people's passage!"

Even if he was questioning, Zhang Mo's action of destroying the other party did not stop, but the frequency became more gentle, and the range of action became smaller, but as soon as he felt the hesitation of the dark clouds, he immediately stepped on it with a big kick, and one of his thighs was completely crushed by this kick, and with a little force, he directly abolished his lower body.

But this kind of wonder is so wonderful that the dark cloud Gaimeng felt a burst of shock, and hurriedly said: "I said, I said, the master is here to find the Banzai Zhenren, it is rumored that the Banzai Zhenjun is a turtle into a demon, long before the formation of the open sea, he has survived here, there is a strange treasure in his hand, and the power is earth-shattering, the master has been looking for a long time to find the hiding place of the Banzai Zhenren, and the ban is also arranged to fear that the Banzai Zhenren will flee here, and there is no intention for the monks who come and go." ”

When Zhang Mo heard this kind of rhetoric, he laughed a little and said, "In this way, you didn't want to kill me just now, you just wanted to play with me?!"

I can't go on with this, everyone is not stupid, just now it was definitely a rhythm that moved the real character and wanted to straighten out to the death, just like Zhang Mo now, whether the other party is dead or alive is in a thought, and it is a lie to say anything else.

Fortunately, Zhang Mo didn't dwell on this issue, and asked directly: "Long live the strange treasure in the hands of the real person, what is it? It is worth your East Sea Demon Clan to come here to find it, and you have also set up such a formation, at the risk of alarming the Heavenly Fortune Empire?!"

As he spoke, the lower half of the cloud-covered body had completely disappeared, and Zhang Mo shifted his gaze and looked directly at the Holy Stone Ajin, to be exact, at the Sacred Stone Ajin's arm.

At this glance, he immediately made Shengshi Dajin's arm tremble, and without waiting for Zhang Mo to move his feet, he explained everything completely: Dark Cloud Gaimeng lost his legs and lost a lot, if he abolished his hands, it would be equivalent to becoming a wasted person, this kind of risk, he didn't dare to take it!

And Zhang Mo, who knew the truth, couldn't help but have a sentence in his heart: Wealth is moving!