With that sentence that seemed to spread from the Nine Nether Hell, a terrifying scream erupted from Su Mo again.

A large amount of black fog appeared, turning into distorted faces and figures, and then disappeared.

The concentric locks began to break!

The eight old men sitting cross-legged spit out a mouthful of blood at the same time, five of them tilted their bodies and fell to the ground, but died completely.

Only three people were left, barely breathing.

The old man in the lead opened his eyes with difficulty and saw that there was only one chain left of the concentric lock. The only one was slowly pulling out of Su Mo's chest. The other end was connected to the ground, as if he was still drawing strength from the earth.

"Failed-"

The old man felt desperate in his heart, but this emotion was replaced by joy the next moment. "No, no, this chain is pulling out that guy's soul!"

A illusory figure was wrapped around the end of the chain, looking exactly like Su Mo!

With the appearance of the illusory soul, Su Mo, who had originally stood up again with the disappearance of the chains, also became shaky.

"OK!"

The old man said in his heart.

It seemed that his words worked, and the remaining chains suddenly pulled out and drew a perfect arc in the air.

"call--"

A long breath came out, as if he had finished running ten thousand meters, or the sound of relief after the exam results.

The old man widened his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him. His heart kept beating at a crazy speed, representing his extremely shocked mood.

The chain did pull something out of Su Mo's body, but that thing was not Su Mo's soul that the old man thought.

To be precise, when the chain completely left the body, the thing it pierced through and tangled changed in an instant. The thing was split into two, and it turned into a stream of light and returned to Su Mo's body.

On the other hand, it was a broken piece of paper that was only the size of a palm, shaking constantly in the encirclement net surrounded by chains.

Su Mo's hand tightly grasped the thin chain, and the three parties formed an extremely strange balance.

"My opponent has never been you, do you understand now?" Su Mo turned his head and looked at the old man lying on the ground.

"Ha... are you doing this for this purpose from beginning to end?" The old man seemed to understand something and smiled miserably, "We are all just one part of your plan, a piece of chess piece, right?"

Su Mo ignored the old man's words, clenched his fist suddenly, pulled it back hard, and he held the broken chain and the piece of paper in his hand.

After doing this, the terrible aura emitted from Su Mo's body disappeared and he fell directly to the ground, as if he had become an ordinary person.

"Don't say it so exaggeratedly. I don't have the time and energy to make any plans. If something goes wrong, it's not me who can trick you, but I just guide you a little." Su Mo simply sat on the ground, gasping slightly, as if waiting for the recovery of his physical strength.

"Mr. Su Mo is really modest, even for chess pieces." The old man said

Su Mo smiled: "What kind of chess piece, you must have watched too many movies. The so-called interlocking plan and conspiracy, the more precise the more it is, the easier it is to make mistakes. The more people involved, the more difficult it is to control it. No one is a robot, who can predict a person's next move accurately? If there is really, it is nothing more than a conspiracy, using the general trend to suppress others and forcing the other party to make the choice they want."

"Been taught a lesson."

"Then give me some money." Su Mo immediately touched.

Several people were fighting to death just now, but now they are sitting on the ground chatting casually like old friends. The scene looks extremely strange. In fact, both of them are recovering their physical strength.

Now the two people can barely lift their arms.

Time passed five minutes during the casual chat between the two of them. Suddenly, two whistling winds roaring through the air came from behind Su Mo.

Su Mo's body remained motionless, and two black streams of light were directly hit by the back, and he leaned forward slightly.

A sound of footsteps came from behind Su Mo, but an old man who had just passed out was approaching Su Mo. He was holding two small black flying knives in his hand. It was this flying knives that hit Su Mo just now.

"I'm old and my strength is much worse. I used to be able to penetrate stones directly."

The old man looked at the flying knife that pierced Su Mo's back, and seemed to be self-deprecating, but in fact he was extremely proud. At the critical moment, he still needed to rely on him to achieve important results.

Everyone could see that although Su Mo got rid of the Concentric Lock, his current condition was very bad. Some people even doubted whether he had temporarily lost the terrifying immortal body in the rumor because of the Concentric Lock.

After all, Tongxin Lock even pulled out his soul just now. If it weren't for the failure of the last moment, they could have gone home for tea.

And now, they might be able to go home for a while to have tea, but they could die happily in their last decade of peace.

The old man holding the flying knife approached Su Mo a little, but he didn't dare to get too close, worried about the other party's counterattack. A distance of about twenty meters, his flying knife power and accurate head were enough to pierce the guy's head, once, twice, and three times.

"Goodbye, weird-"

It seemed as if the trial before execution, the old man raised his hand with a flying knife and spoke. However, the last word was covered by a crisp sound of gunshots.

The man widened his eyes, and a huge blood hole appeared on his head, almost completely knocking off his head. The old man's figure leaned back with the terrifying impact of the bullet and lay on the ground, adding a touch of blood to the already red ground.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

With a few crisp gunshots, the few people who were not dead were also killed.

"call--"

Su Mo took off his jacket, took off the bulletproof vest inside and threw it on the ground. The flying knife that pierced into the vest fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

He stood up with a pistol in his arms, Su Mo glanced at the corpse behind him and shook his head slightly: "Flying knife? It's been 2053, and he still uses such ancient things. Wouldn't he use some modern things? Alas, young people today cannot accept new things."

Listening to Su Mo's words, the leader and the most powerful old man felt extremely absurd in his heart.

They did lose miserably, but the reason for the defeat was that they were not as good as an old antique to use some modern tools.

Su Mo walked to the old man, squatted down, pressed his gun on his chin and said, "Let all your people be withdrawn, you don't want them to be buried with you."

"good."

The old man raised his hand very cooperatively, and his wide sleeves fell down, revealing the communicator on his arm.

"Isn't this a modern tool?" Su Mo said.

The old man did not speak and directly operated the communicator. The weapons of modern language are not that they do not use them, but that they have no effect on the person in front of him. No matter how powerful a weapon is, it can only kill the other party once. But the other party is like the vampire of Akat, with countless lives.

Although that earth-shaking battle with Akat was amazing and quite exaggerated, it actually had no value. It was just a process of consuming the lives of both sides.

In the end, Su Mo, who lived for some unknown time, lost the opponent even more mysteriously than Akater, won the battle, and gave Akater a fatal blow tonight with their hands.

And the number of people - the more people, the more they deliver vegetables to the other party.

However, Su Mo now looks different from before.

Although the old man couldn't see what was the same, judging from his body armor, did he really lose his immortal body?

Regardless of what he thought, the old man closed his eyes and signaled a battle. He had given up: "Let's shoot."

"Who said I want to shoot?" Unexpectedly, Su Mo put away the gun.

"Don't you kill me?" The old man was stunned for a moment.

"Who said I won't kill you?" As soon as the words finished, a severe pain came from my chest. When I looked down, the old man saw a dagger that had pierced his chest.

His right hand shook slightly, stroked and turned, and a big hole was cut on the old man's chest, revealing the beating heart inside.

The broken piece of paper that Su Mo had just put away was clamped by him with two fingers and pierced directly into the old man's heart, and the piece of paper stained red with blood.

After retracting his hand, Su Mo opened his mouth and made a devouring action. The old man in front of him suddenly turned into dust, leaving a circle of gray and white marks on the ground and a dress with a breath of death.

Closed his eyes, as if feeling something, Su Mo stood up, stretched out his right hand, spread his palm upwards, and the broken piece of paper that had just disappeared re-suspended in his hand.

"Now, I am the master."

Looking at the piece of paper floating in the palm of his palm, Su Mo whispered, turned around and walked outside, and waves of footsteps came from all directions.

When Su Mo heard these footsteps, he was not surprised. It was not normal for those who came to surround him and killed him at night. He could even give up his own life, so he naturally would not care about the lives of other people.

However, because of my own particularity, the number of people has no meaning at all. It’s just that I came to deliver vegetables, and the talents outside have never appeared. And now... it’s time to make a last try anyway, and no matter whether it has any effect or not, they will be thrown up.
Chapter completed!