No matter inside or outside the Blood God Palace, everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them. They couldn't believe it, let alone believe that someone could actually kill the Venerable.
Outside the Blood God Palace.
All factions were in speechless silence. They stared wide-eyed at the young man holding a sword across the sky in the image, with deep shock in their eyes.
"Dead! A venerable person really has fallen!"
"Oh my god! Is this guy crazy? Kunpeng Shenzong will never let him go. Kunpeng Shenzong has not been born for nearly 100,000 years. From today on, he will be the first person to be killed by Kunpeng Shenzong."
"This guy is very courageous and values love and justice. Unfortunately, he is of no use at all. Within a month, there will be no such person in the world anymore."
After a long period of dead silence, all the forces suddenly erupted into loud noises, exclamations, sighs, jealousy, and so on.
But regardless of the comments, everyone is certain of one thing: this person will not survive more than a month.
Although some sages have fallen before, most of them fell into the hands of indigenous monsters and blood puppets. Even if some sages fell into the hands of external forces, it was because the sages did not discover the secret of using great magical powers. For example,
Other peak Nascent Soul cultivators are not much better.
But ever since he knew that he could use great magical powers and spells, no one dared to look down upon the Venerable Master anymore. They were both in the Nascent Soul stage, and one could use small supernatural powers and spells, while the other could use great supernatural powers and spells. Who was the difference between them?
Everybody can see it.
But now, a serious venerable person unexpectedly fell into the hands of a junior in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, which made all the monks find it difficult to accept, but they had to accept this result.
Some monks are not without jealousy in their hearts. If they were in that situation, they could do the same thing...
It's a pity that these pitiful people outside the Blood King's Palace will never understand that Dou Qiling is still a venerable person no matter how bad he is. His body is suppressed to the Nascent Soul stage and is not too bad. What's more, people of the Fu King's lineage can
Don’t know your own weaknesses? How can your physical body go anywhere?
Then there was the woman in palace attire, whose physical cultivation was not much worse than her magical cultivation, but she was also forced to do so by Ye Mo (.
Only the venerables can see this.
"Jun'er, don't target Ye Mo after he comes out."
Xia Houyin looked at Ye Mo's back holding the sword with complicated eyes and sighed in his heart.
How could he not hate Ye Mo, but what Ye Mo had done made him unable to hate him. A small city lord from the Immortal City Alliance was willing to make enemies of more than half of the world's forces for the sake of his daughter. What else could he ask for?
"Dad, why..."
Xia Houjun didn't understand.
"Do as my father says, and you will understand in the future. Trust me, and you will not regret it."
Xia Houyin didn't say much, just said this.
Su Xinxuan lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his head to see Tantai Bubai's gaze. He immediately turned around and said to a group of juniors: "You too, you can't target him. What he looked like before he went in will be what he looks like after he comes back."
"Why? Sister Siyu, she..."
Ji Lingshan felt sorry for Siyu and bowed her head, looking very reluctant.
"I know what you are thinking. To a certain extent, Siyu did die because of him, but he tried every possible means to prevent it. Moreover, he could do this for Siyu, how can you still
What do you want him to do? He will definitely do it after he comes out
He is listed as a person who must be killed by all the forces in the world. If our sects do not protect him at this time, who can protect him? If we really give up on him, the monks in the world will have even more reason to accuse us of the devil. We can do such ungrateful things.
, who dares to serve us?"
Su Xinxuan spared no effort to untie the knots in the minds of these juniors, but he stopped here and did not go into details. None of these juniors were simple. They could definitely think of more without his guidance.
Inside the Blood King's Palace.
Even the venerables, demon saints, and ghost saints from all over the world have witnessed countless grand scenes during their hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation. At this moment, they couldn't help but be a little dazed, and couldn't believe the scene in front of them.
"You damn little thief, how dare you kill me, the Venerable Kunpeng Shenzong!"
Elder Tan Yuan was furious and hated Ye Mo to death.
Another venerable person has fallen, and he has also fallen at the hands of the same Yuanying junior. How will he explain this when he returns?
Although he was raging with anger, Elder Tan Yuan was not stupid. He knew that Ye Mo was not easy to mess with at this moment. He shouted loudly but did not move at all.
"You want to avenge that woman?"
The woman in palace clothes was thoughtful and quickly figured out why Ye Mo did this. She took a deep look at Ye Mo and said, "It's not worth it for a woman. Stop it and hand over the controller token.
I make the decision and won’t cause any trouble for you.”
Even though she suffered a big loss, she still couldn't lower her body and begged for mercy, speaking in a condescending tone and looking arrogant.
Hearing this, Ye Mo just sneered and said nothing, then put away his sneer and walked towards him with murderous intent.
"The weapons he has are not simple. Here, everyone is the same. Don't stick to your identity and not kill him. Killing this guy is the most important thing."
Elder Tan Yuan quickly reminded.
"laugh!"
An ordinary sword strike, in Ye Mo's hand, seemed to possess a strange evil nature, making it impossible for people to take their eyes away and unable to escape the lock.
The woman in palace attire retreated quickly, not daring to confront him head-on. At the same time, Elder Tan Yuan, Gu Nanfeng, Soul-Spreading Demon Flower King and other venerables and demon saints surrounded Ye Mo, trapping them or making fist seals.
, or the fingers are combined into a knife, or the legs are swept across to intercept.
A fierce attack came, and Ye Mo had to draw his sword and retreat to the defense. With the power of the iron sword, he forced several venerables, and the demon saint was surrounded by dangers.
"I'll go and help too."
When Venerable Qianyuan in the distance saw this, he wanted to step forward to help. He didn't know Ye Mo's true identity, but he only needed to know that "Miao Qi" was from Nanmo, and that was enough.
However, the other three Venerables were not so kind and had no intention of helping. Venerable Qianyuan secretly thought about it and had no choice but to give up his plan to help.
"Little thief, how long do you really think a broken iron sword can protect you?"
He punched the iron sword brazenly, making an ear-splitting clang sound. Ye Mo was also knocked back by the punch, and the energy and blood in his body surged.
Among the Kunpeng Divine Sect, those with the strongest physical bodies are Elder Tan Yuan and Meng Ying from the Corpse King lineage, followed by women in palace attire and two native demon clans. Each of them is not weak physically, which is something that others did not expect.
Who would have thought that a woman in palace attire, who looks fair and graceful, and has a delicate body, can be so powerful physically, and Elder Tan Yuan, who has extremely powerful physical combat power.
Ye Mo didn't say a word. "Tian Kui Ba Body Technique" has broken through to the sixth level. His body is stronger than before. At this moment, he fully stimulates the energy and blood in his body, making his whole body emit a burst of misty red light. He is slender.
The strong body was as hot as a furnace, and there were faint trembling sounds of the roaring Yangtze River.
"The qi and blood are as strong as an alchemy furnace, and the blood flows like a roaring river. This is the sign of true success in physical cultivation."
The monks from all sides were extremely shocked. They did not expect that this junior was actually a powerful physical practitioner.
The current divisions of physical cultivation are very vague, and they are only divided into several levels: scratching the surface, entering the room, minor physical cultivation, great physical cultivation, invincible, and martial arts.
The so-called great achievements in physical cultivation are not something that ordinary monks can achieve at all. Even Elder Tan Yuan, the palace-dressed woman and other venerable people have not achieved it. It is only a small achievement to hold up to death. However, the physical cultivation level displayed by Ye Mo at this moment has reached
Dacheng.
No matter what you practice, there is a world of difference. The difference is that Yuanshen monks can use talismans, formations, magic weapons, and magical powers to make up for it.
As for physical training, apart from special weapons, if you rely solely on physical confrontation, you may be defeated or even die if you are even a little short of it.
Unfortunately, all the venerables, demon saints, and ghost saints are in such an embarrassing situation.
"Well... little friend, Shenzong and you should have some misunderstanding. How about we put an end to the past?"
Elder Tan Yuan didn't care about his face anymore. Although his physical cultivation was at the peak of Xiaocheng, and he was infinitely close to Dacheng, he still hadn't reached Dacheng. With the Dacheng body of this junior in front of him, he could crush him a hundred times.
"Ta, ta, ta..."
Ye Mo said nothing and continued to stride forward with his sword, holding the sword in one hand and making a knife with the other.
Elder Tan Yuan's face was livid. He had already put down his face. In his opinion, the face given to this junior was enough, but the other party still refused to let him go. This was undoubtedly humiliating him.
"You little thief, you are seeking death!"
Elder Tan Yuan's old face flushed red, he put down his foot, and rushed out like a fleeting figure in the wind: "Ice-gold condensed soul hand!"
Elder Tan Yuan stretched out his fingers and clawed at Ye Mo's face. At this moment, an extremely piercing coldness surged from his hands, as if his soul had been frozen to pieces.
"when!"
A loud noise like a bell shook the entire hall. Elder Tan Yuan's palm, as old as an old tree, flashed with a touch of dark gold. He actually took Ye Mo's sword and then approached him, punching and kneeling at Ye Mo's chest at the same time.
and lower abdomen, looking very sinister.
This punch and knee were so powerful that a mountain of ten thousand feet would be shattered. The power of the blow on a person's body can be imagined.
Ye Mo reacted very quickly. He immediately let go of the iron sword, raised his knees and elbows, and faced Elder Tan Yuan's attack.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
The ground beneath the two of them shattered suddenly, cracks quickly spread around, and smoke and dust billowed up.
"die!"
Ye Mo's free hand quickly turned into a claw, and he pressed it hard on Elder Tan Yuan's face. With a little force, Elder Tan Yuan screamed, and he grabbed the iron sword and struck at Ye Mo.
"Bang!"
Without looking at the iron sword that struck him, Ye Mo used his five fingers to squeeze Elder Tan Yuan's head so hard that it exploded, causing red and white to fly everywhere.
"Another venerable has fallen!"
"Oh my God, does this guy really want to be an enemy of all forces?"
There was chaos inside and outside the Blood God Palace. Other forces screamed and screamed. Kunpeng Shenzong's eyes were about to burst and he roared angrily. He threatened to capture Ye Mo and make them slaves for the rest of his life. Even if he fell, he would steal his soul.
The lamp burns for thousands of years.
Many venerables, demon saints, and ghost saints in the Blood God Palace feel a little bad. Ye Mo is so strong. If they really have to deal with them, how can they deal with it?
They were even more filled with grief and anger. If this space hadn't suppressed their strength, how could they have been cut off from their cultivation by a mere twelfth-level forbidden formation, and ended up in this situation.
"You rely on your old age and betray your old age, think you are superior to others, and regard human life as nothing. You will die undeservedly."
Ye Mo looked at Elder Tan Yuan's completely broken head, with one nerve still connected to the eyeballs in the head, and said lightly.
Afterwards, Ye Mo took the iron sword back and looked at the others with cold and ruthless eyes.
"You...Kunpeng Shenzong will not let you go."
Meng Ying swallowed hard, a little scared.
"I know."
Still answering calmly, after seventeen moves, Meng Ying's head was cut off, his bones rolled aside, and he died!
"I will come back to you."
When it was the turn of the woman in palace attire, she knew that she was no match for Ye Mo, so she stopped resisting because it was pointless.
"Pfft!"
The woman in palace attire had a beautiful face, a graceful temperament, and was like a fairy. However, Ye Mo did not hesitate at all, raised his palm and struck it, and a big head flew up.
However, the woman in palace attire did not completely fall. Her body suddenly burst into a bright glow, then turned into a faint smoke and disappeared without a trace.
"Clone?"
Ye Mo was a little horrified. He didn't know the identity of this woman very well, but he knew her position in the Kunpeng Divine Sect's team. But now he discovered that she was just a clone!
There is no doubt that the woman in palace attire has definitely surpassed the stage of becoming a god and is a truly powerful being.
Seeing this, the monks from all sides were in an uproar again. This junior not only killed the venerable one in a row, but also killed a clone of the most powerful one. This is too amazing and dreamy!
It didn't take long for Ye Mo to regain his composure. So what if he is the strongest? If you kill, you will kill. There is nothing to regret. If you don't kill, you will regret it.
"Pfft!" "Pfft!"
Two native monsters consecrated their heads. Ye Mo's hands were already stained with blood and he didn't care at all. The monks outside the Blood God Palace were also numb, feeling that the world was so crazy.