Those eyes can look directly into the depths of the soul, making the soul tremble, as if the most evil demon resides in that body, and the fire of the soul is dimmed because of this glance.

Feichao tribe creature was excited in its heart, and quickly looked away, not daring to look at Luo Mo, but it was extremely angry inside, and couldn't help but said to the disciple who beat it: "What's the use, I'll just stand here and let you

Hitting you will only hurt you. Such a weak being dares to humiliate me. I will definitely kill you in the future!"

Its gaze fell at the feet of Luo Mo, not daring to look directly into the eyes that buried the demon king in the soul. It put down its cruel words and said: "I, the Feichao Clan, have recorded what happened today. When the ancestor of our clan wakes up, I will definitely get it back."

Come!"

"My clan has more than one ancestor king. When they wake up, they will definitely come to visit us again!"

"That's right, just wait!"

The ancient creatures were not convinced.

A human saint is certainly terrifying, but it is only to them. When the ancestor king of their clan is born, he will definitely wash away today's shame.

Luo Mo smiled when he heard the words, and then put away the Notes of King Yuan and the Bagua Pan. Some sacred copper appeared in his palm, and Dao Fire also emerged. In the blink of an eye, he refined several forearm-long copper sword tokens.

He threw it and fell into the hands of those disciples.

"Your cultivation is weak, so you will naturally have to repay it a hundred times."

Since you like playing so much, I will play with you until you have enough.

"What?!"

"You still want these weak guys to beat us?"

The ancient creatures did not dare to make mistakes in the face of the saints called saints by the human race, but Luo Mo asked these disciples with low cultivation level to beat them, that is, they would press them into the mud and trample them, crushing their pride. After all, the human race was just a slave in the ancient times.

Bloody food and slaves, how could they ever dare to be above them?

Snapped

The copper command was swung like a slap on the belly of a fish, the scales were broken, the skin was torn and the flesh was torn, and the fangs flew out.

"ah--"

The screams pierced the clouds and air and spread far away.

The bronze order that Luo Mo sacrificed casually contained secret power. Killing the Dao King was like beating a mortal, and the so-called powerful body of the Ancient Clan was of no use at all.

The disciples of the Yuanwang clan were very obedient. When Luo Mo said he would pay them a hundredfold, he immediately beat them. He held a copper command as long as his forearm and made a sound of wind. The ancient creatures of the Feichao clan were beaten with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and their heads were almost rotten. It was miserable.

Wail.

The power on the bronze order not only targets the physical body, but also targets spiritual thoughts. It hurts so much that even the iron-clad spirit cannot bear it.

After all, Luo Mo just reproduced the pain he suffered every moment and contained some spiritual imprints in the magic weapon. These ancient creatures were lucky to be the first to taste it.

I just didn't expect them to be so unbearable. The sound of crying could be heard for dozens of miles. Each one of them cried uglier than his dead parents. You must know that Luo Mo was bearing such pain all the time. As he used the True Spirit Seal,

The number of times increased, and the level of pain accumulated to a terrifying level.

However, he did it step by step, and the pain increased step by step, and these ancient creatures did it step by step. They felt the mental imprint of Luo Mo's current pain level, and almost died from the pain. His soul seemed to be skinned, shredded, and crushed into oil.

Exploded and burned, suffered all kinds of suffering.

The unsuspecting onlookers saw several ancient creatures in the Zhan Dao realm crying like this, screaming shrilly, shaking their heads in their hearts, secretly saying that they did not have any kingly demeanor, they simply disgraced the strong Zhan Dao masters.

Isn't it just being beaten to pieces? How painful can it be?

But the more I looked at it, the more something was wrong, because they were about to be beaten to death.

Some people were horrified to see it, especially the Nangong family headed by Nangong Tai. They had finally fallen in love with the Fei Chao clan. Unexpectedly, they mentioned the iron plate before they had reaped a few benefits. They didn't know how it would end.

They were worried in their hearts, fearing that these ancient creatures from the Flying Chao Clan would be beaten to death, and their situation would be very bad. Therefore, they were thinking a lot, and their thoughts fluctuated violently, which were extremely conspicuous in Luo Mo's perception, thus attracting Luo Mo's attention.

Mo's eyes.

These people are the ones who brought the Taikoo tribe here, right?

Luo Mo's spiritual thoughts flew out through his eyes and captured some memory fragments, which were the memory fragments of the Nangong family who used these ancient biological forces of the Feichao tribe to extort money and reap benefits during this period of time.

The Feichao Clan is not the most powerful royal family among the ancient creatures. They have the background of suppression by the ancient imperial soldiers. Therefore, they are afraid of some powerful forces of the human race, so they accepted the Nangong Family and let the Nangong Family act as hunting dogs to find suitable targets for them.

, those who have wealth but no saints, no slaying kings, and have no goals with the imperial soldiers.

During this period, they have worked together to blackmail several small and medium-sized forces, and those who resisted have been wiped out by them.

It's really ugly.

"I don't like rape." Luo Mo declared their outcome in one sentence.

After finishing speaking, dragon energy and Yuantian veins surged out of the ground, steaming them dry in a blaze of light and turning them into ashes. They didn't even have time to leave their last words.

This decisive treatment made the scalps of those who came to pay homage numb. A source magician with the power of a saint seemed to be in a bad mood. He raised his hand to wipe out the elite of a source magic family and disappeared from the world. Background music

It is the miserable howl of an ancient creature.

This scene made them silent. After all, few of them came to express condolences sincerely, and they all had their own thoughts.

The disciples of King Yuan's lineage were very obedient and said they would pay back a hundred times, no more and no less, and they would stop when they had enough.

Several ancient creatures fell softly to the ground with a thud after the six seals of the Forbidden Immortals were lifted. The double pain in their bodies and souls made them unable to even stand, and their spiritual thoughts were blurred.

Even though they are physically powerful, their faces are still like two bloody rags, and the wounds cannot be healed immediately.

"Go away, I will pay a visit to your Feichao tribe. Remember to bring the message to your ancestors and let them wait for you."

Threads of cause and effect have arisen, become entangled.

If they were left alone, how many humans would they kill to vent their anger after they returned?

After their ancestors wake up, what kind of cruel and inhumane things will they do?

Luo Mo twisted the empty threads of cause and effect with his hands and weaved them into a fruit he wanted, just like when he killed the killer gods in the world.
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