In a hidden valley, several strange people gathered together furtively.
There are burly men with big brains and thick necks, and fish-shaped eyes; there are Toutuo who are as thin as bamboo poles with drooping horse faces; there are white-faced scholars who are elegant but carry a big club with wolf fangs...
If any monk passed by and saw him, he would be scared to death.
These people are all famous big shots!
Either a famous leader who is powerful, or a ruthless person who kills many people, or even that extremely vicious demon...
"Old Hong, are you getting better and better as you live more and more? You are a master of spiritual masters, but you give up without even making a single move?"
"I think he is too timid and was fooled by Ji Mo. That Ji Mo might be an embroidered pillow, and he is not a hidden master at all."
"That's right. I have never heard of such a person. Among the great powers in the world today, I have never heard of anyone with the surname Ji."
Several people gathered around Hong Qiantu and scolded him, laughing at him from time to time.
It's rare to have such a good opportunity to ridicule a master of the same generation, and it makes me feel so good.
Hong Qiantu's old face turned red. He called these people here to solve Ji Mo's matter, not to let the other party make fun of him.
He couldn't stand this cowardice, so he gritted his teeth and said with a straight face: "Okay, okay, you can do it, I don't care."
After a kind reminder, he didn't expect that these people were not only ungrateful but also ridiculed so much. Hong Qiantu decided to sit on the sidelines and let these people deal with Ji Mo on their own.
"Isn't he just a kid who likes to play tricks on himself? I, Xuan Ao, will go and deal with him right now."
The strong man with a big head and a thick neck said in a deep voice, and his whole body was full of demonic aura.
His body is a thousand-year-old black turtle, with a trace of the Xuanwu blood of the mythical beast flowing in his body. He is unruly and arrogant, and he does not believe in any mysterious hidden master.
"Otherwise, whoever can get rid of Ji Mo will benefit from the good fortune of Baidi Tomb." Someone suggested.
"Can!"
"That's it."
This suggestion was immediately recognized by everyone.
Several people nodded and unanimously approved.
You only need to deal with one person to get more benefits. This is simply pie in the sky. Who wouldn't be tempted?
And they didn't take Ji Mo seriously.
Hong Qiantu snorted coldly: "Ji Mo is by no means simple. I won't stop you even if you want to die. Don't rely on me when you suffer."
"Old Hong, it seems that you are really frightened. Wait, I will get that kid's head to vent your anger."
Xuan Ao clicked his tongue and laughed wildly, his whole body turned into a ray of yellow light and ran straight into the distance.
The remaining people looked at each other and smiled. They had their own plans and were not in a hurry to take action. It would be nice if someone like Tie Hanhan took the lead and tried Ji Mo's skills.
Not long after, Xuan Ao appeared in front of Ji Mo's yard.
He took a look around, with disdain on his face, "I thought it was no big deal, it was just a weird door god to scare people. That Hong Qiantu is also as timid as a mouse, so I'm scared."
After repeated observations and confirming that there were no other abnormalities, Xuan Ao revealed his true form and transformed into a large black turtle. He avoided the door god and escaped from the ground into the courtyard.
Such smoothness made Xuan Ao feel a little more contemptuous in his heart.
He looked around and saw Tianpeng lying in the vegetable field basking in the sun.
"Demon Lord!"
At the same time, Tianpeng also discovered Xuan Ao, and his terrifying aura made him tremble.
But when he saw the figure not far away, Tianpeng's mood instantly returned to calm.
There is an owner here, so I am afraid that it is a bird.
After straightening his feathers, Tianpeng continued to bathe in the sun as if he hadn't seen Xuan Ao.
"Tianpengniao, you are a demon king, but you actually look after the homes and courtyards of humans. It really embarrasses my demon clan."
Xuan Ao stared at Tianpeng coldly, anger rising.
How could the Demon King be so unloving and surrender to a human being?
Tianpeng ignored him and said in a low voice: "For the sake of being a fellow demon clan, I'll give you a piece of advice. It's still too late to escape now."
"Escape? That's ridiculous. I'm here to kill..."
Xuan Ao's face was filled with a sneer and murderous intent.
Little did they know, the danger had already arrived.
"Hey, what a fat bastard!"
As if seeing a peerless beauty, Ji Mo's eyes glowed green, he rushed forward with strong steps and stepped on Xuan Ao's turtle shell.
This kick was so tricky that Xuan Ao was unable to dodge and watched helplessly as he was stepped on.
He felt as if he had been hit by a meteor. His strong body, which he was most proud of, could not withstand it. His limbs went limp and he fell directly to the ground.
Xuan Ao was extremely horrified. He could carry even a big mountain, but now he was stepped on by a human and couldn't move.
"Such a big bastard, how much nourishment does it take to make turtle soup?"
Ji Mo licked his lips and his saliva started to flow.
He had never seen such a big bastard before, and he probably couldn't stew it in a pot.
Xuan Ao's body was trembling, not in pain, but in anger.
Extremely extremely angry.
What did he hear? This lowly human being actually treated him like a bastard and wanted to boil him into old turtle soup.
He, Xuan Ao, is a descendant of Xuanwu, and his status is extremely noble, but now he is treated like food.
"Die, you die for me."
Xuan Ao was furious, roaring in his heart, and frantically activated his demon power.
He was really furious. Regardless of the consequences, he directly activated the Xuanwu blood in his body and used the most cruel method to kill Ji Mo.
Ji Mo was also a little surprised when he felt the astonishing power erupting from his feet. This old turtle was so fierce and powerful.
However, this kind of wild old turtle is also the most nutritious, and the meat quality must be very good.
When he saw the iron tripod beside him, his eyes lit up.
Xuan Ao finally struggled out and turned into a ball of light and slammed into Ji Mo.
Snapped……
The next second, he was directly knocked out, and he was left in pieces, and his whole body was about to fall apart.
What's even more frightening is that the indestructible turtle shell is full of cracks. If it weren't for the protection of Xuanwu blood, it might have been beaten into a puddle of mud alive.
Tianpeng watched all this calmly, silently mourning for Xuan Ao in his heart. If you fall into the hands of the master, you will be miserable.
Then he couldn't help but swallow his saliva. It seemed that Lao Turtle Soup was indeed quite nourishing, and he might also be blessed with it.
Xuan Ao was frightened, almost out of his wits, and wanted to run away.
The tortoise shell that he was most proud of was so vulnerable. This iron tripod was definitely a treasure whose origins were too great to be imagined.
And an iron tripod, like a mountain, smashed over again.
"It's over!"
Xuan Ao felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, as if his whole body had been evacuated, and an unmatched force crushed him.
"What level of magic weapon is this? It's so powerful."
At this moment, he realized that no matter how hard he struggled, he didn't move at all. It was like he was carrying an entire mountain range on his back, and he could hardly breathe.
What's even more terrifying is that all of his demonic power has been completely absorbed.
This time, there was absolutely no room for resistance.
Ji Mo grinned, raised the iron tripod again, and smashed it down under the horrified look on Xuan Ao's face.