Bang! Zhang Mo in the front of the road, was driving the flying boat to soar, and hit a barrier without warning, this barrier is invisible and substantial, Zhang Mo didn't find any signs before the collision, and after the collision, it was too late to stop.

I don't know what the origin of this barrier is, it's too hard, Zhang Mo's four-sail flying boat, although the hardness is not as hard as the treasure ship, but not everything can stop it, even if it's an ordinary hill, he can also make a match, who would have expected to meet a nemesis here, not only forced to stop, but also suffered a lot of damage: such a high speed crashed, not broken is already a reflection of the quality.

If it weren't for Zhang Mo's physical strength far beyond ordinary people, even this collision would have cost him half his life: if you think about the car accident on the highway, you can understand how dangerous this collision is!

Zhang Mo had already reacted when he was hit, and directly waved his hand to put away the somewhat broken flying boat, and at the same time, a disc-shaped magic weapon appeared under his feet, running the spiritual power in the meridians, and in the midst of attention and initiation, there was a bang, and he was about to leave here: this invisible and qualitative barrier was obviously a ban laid by someone, and he accidentally touched it, so it was better to leave early!

In the cultivation world, the monks use from low to high, divided into three levels: magic weapons, magic weapons, and spiritual treasures, magic weapons are the most widely used, the most complex functions, the cost ranges, belongs to the cultivators' standing tools, whether it is fighting or life, magic weapons are the best choice. What Zhang Mo had under his feet was a speed-type magic weapon used to hurry, which was prepared for him by Ding Lingling when he went out, Wuli Island naturally did not have such a good thing, but whether it was the inheritance of the biochemical real person, or the secret help of the Eternal Sect in an instant, he still had no shortage of this kind of magic weapon commonly used in the cultivation world.

Although Zhang Mo reacted quickly, he was still a step slower, and as soon as the magic weapon was launched, he saw that in the air that had just hit, the invisible barrier rippled, and two figures appeared: one person was five meters tall, with an extremely majestic figure, one-eyed, one-horned, double-mouthed, and his head looked very hideous. One is responsible for spitting and constantly communicating with heaven and earth, and the other person looks normal, but there are multiple arms growing on the shoulders, this is the [multi-armed people], it is said that each of their hands has a unique role, and they can get a thousand hands when they cultivate to the extreme, and the power is endless.

These two kinds of people are both gifted, even if they don't cultivate, their own strength is stronger than that of ordinary dancers, and they are absolutely not seen in the open sea, even in the sect realm outside the open sea, it is very rare. As soon as he saw them, Zhang Mo knew that this ban must have been set up by the real East China Sea Demon Clan, so it would be troublesome: the East China Sea Demon Clan came to the open sea to do things, so it can be seen that what they are doing must be very important, and if they are bumped into by themselves, they may not be able to let go of themselves easily.

In line with the principle that more things are better than less, Zhang Mo didn't want to wade into this troubled water at all, and hurriedly said to them: "I'm here in a hurry, I don't want to offend you, no matter what you do, it has nothing to do with me, I'll retreat now." ”

These words are a stream of ideas from the past that are transmitted with divine consciousness, the cultivation world is vast, the various regions are extremely far apart, the styles are very different, and the number of languages is innumerable, even if you spend a lifetime, you may not be able to understand all the languages, let alone communicate with each other.

However, the cultivation of monks cannot be confined to one place, and communication with each other is essential, and at this time, the role of divine consciousness can be highlighted: the language may be different, but the mind will never go wrong, express one's own meaning, and the other party will naturally be able to understand the meaning thoroughly according to their own language, and there is no communication barrier.

Zhang Mo expressed his kindness, and his body was slowly retreating, but the other party didn't intend to let him go like this, and only listened to the Tutu tribesman say: "It's a qi practitioner, I didn't expect to collide here, the master's affairs can't be leaked, this person can't let him leave." ”

The arm of the multi-armed clan kept transforming between illusion and reality, as if he was cultivating some kind of secret art, and returned directly: "The weak ordinary human race qi cultivator, even if he comes, even if he is unlucky, kill him quickly, you can't let him go." ”

The two of them spoke without the slightest concealment, deliberately passing on the mental fluctuations to Zhang Mo to find out, the purpose was to make Zhang Mo panic and increase the chances of victory for his attack: even in the face of Qi cultivators whose cultivation was far lower than their own, the two of them were still so cautious, and it was not enough to be a hundred battle elite soldiers!

Zhang Mo's heart sank when they spoke, but there was no panic, the other party's cultivation was just a qi practitioner, he didn't want to cause trouble, but it didn't mean that he was afraid of things: he could sweep away the qi practitioner in the martial arts realm, not to mention that his cultivation was so great now, why be afraid!

The Tutu people breathed violently, and the whole person suddenly faded and disappeared, as if it had been integrated into this space: this is the natural instinct of the Tutu people, who can communicate with heaven and earth through two mouths and swallow and spit out, so as to achieve the effect of merging heaven and earth and turning into one.

This is their talent, and it is also the foundation of their cultivation, the specific beauty of outsiders cannot be known, but there are wise and profound people, through their talents, they have studied all kinds of techniques, this is the origin of stealth techniques, breathing techniques, etc., which are widely spread in the cultivation world, Zhang Mo will also have a few, but because it is not refined, so the understanding is not very deep.

At the same time as his body disappeared, Zhang Mo felt that the world around him seemed to have suddenly turned into a living body, and began to squeeze himself, wanting to squeeze himself into a pile of minced meat, at least to limit his movements, so as to facilitate the attack of the multi-armed clansmen.

The two cooperated tacitly, and it was definitely not the first time that they had made a joint attack, as soon as the Tutu people on this side moved, the multi-armed tribesmen on that side had already attacked in place.

With a shake of his body, he rushed over in this confined space at a very fast speed, and his arms rushed out at the same time, as if he had conjured into various magic weapons: a long sword, a short spear, a huge net, a grimace, a bowl, a long flag...

These magic weapons seem to be virtual and real, and in the constant change, each change, the power increases by one point, surrounding Zhang Mo in all directions, as if countless people are holding a magic weapon exhibition with various magic weapons, which is dazzling and dizzying!

This attack is very fast, from Zhang Mo hitting this barrier to the two of them attacking, it is only three or five blinks of an eye before and after, although Zhang Mo's mind has been disintegrated with words, but that kind of disintegration is just a trend, it is by no means the real means of the two, there is no cleanliness in the mud and water, showing the quality of a hundred battles.

Zhang Mo's combat experience was naturally not as sufficient as the two of them, but he was quick to respond, but he was no worse than the two of them, and almost at the same time as they made their moves, the feet that stepped on the magic weapon rose into the air, and his body was completely suspended in the air.

Bang, bang, two loud bangs, it was Zhang Mo's two feet in the air.

These two feet went down, as if the ancient demon elephant was stepping on her space, and a compelling momentum rose in the air, as if this piece of heaven and earth could not accommodate two legs, and she was willing to give up if she had to crush this heaven and earth;

As if he didn't want money, a puff of blood floated in the air, and not far away, the body of the Tutu tribe was thrown out as if it was squeezed out of the space, like a balloon that had been punctured, and the blood curled out, dyeing the space blood-red!

"How is it possible?!, my body of the art of merging heaven and earth, including sixty-seven magic spells, and seventy-eight kinds of magic weapons are fused in the body, each spell, each magic weapon, can make my body harder, can make me and this space merge, more close, not to mention a qi practitioner, even if it is a Jindan real person, even if it is a martial emperor, I can trap it for a moment, how can it be defeated at once, who are you?!, are you the true monarch of Yuanying?!"

The Tutu people who have been defeated are still trying to use words to interfere with Zhang Mo's mind and strive for a greater chance of victory for their partners, this kind of combat awareness, this kind of cooperation, it is indeed admirable, even if they are in a hostile position, Zhang Mo is also amazed by this kind of opponent.

However, these words can't shake his heart at all, the two feet just now show the [weight] after the change of the body, the kind of weight that can't even be borne by space when it operates, is Zhang Mo's ** power, and it is also the manifestation of his body after evolution.

However, weight alone could not solve the crisis in front of him, when the magic weapon of the multi-armed clan attacked, Zhang Mo waved his hands quickly, I don't know when he held a short sword in each hand, the sword was full of sharpness, and when the hands danced rapidly, those magic weapons that kept changing around were like paper paste, and they were cracked one after another.

Although the time for cultivating the [Pregnant Sword Technique] is still short, but there is a re-deduction of the divine text, and then there is Zhang Mo's superhuman understanding, the mastery of the sword qi has reached a very profound point, and with the good magic weapon prepared by the biochemical real person, destroying the enemy and breaking the formation is really like playing.

The sound of sharp blades slashing across the body kept ringing, the fate of this multi-armed tribesman was even more tragic than that of the Tutu tribe, and his body was almost cut to pieces, if it weren't for his too many hands and a lot of magic weapons, he resisted for a while, and now it is estimated that it has become a pile of minced meat.

In the blink of an eye, the offensive and defensive momentum was reversed, the blades intersected, the sound of Qingyue pierced the sky, and Zhang Mo's eyes became cold!