Murong Guan, the holy son of Sixiang City in the Nine Heavens Palace, is a powerful person at the pinnacle of the Emperor Immortal Realm.
Among the younger generation in the fairy world, they are already considered to be the most outstanding group of people.
Therefore, he is arrogant enough and has nothing to spare. Except for the descendants of god-level creatures, he will not take anyone seriously.
In his eyes, a scumbag like Ji Mo could be killed with one palm.
However, it would inevitably lead to complications, so he still planned to launch a sneak attack.
Spinning and jumping, he opened his eyes and used Sixiang City's unique movement skills to avoid everyone's sight and quietly touched behind Ji Mo.
Ji Hanhan, on the other hand, was concentrating on watching Ying Mengwu beat the opponent with one against a hundred.
Various combat skills, magical powers, and unique moves are frequently used, brilliant light splashes everywhere, and the atmosphere is astonishing.
Ji Mo was extremely envious and jealous.
You know skills, but I can only level A, so angry!
But think about it, punching a child, this is the romance of a macho man.
The body's evolution level has reached 63%, which is nearly two-thirds complete. Ji Mo is looking forward to it. Once the evolution level is full, will he be able to embark on the path of spiritual practice?
Thinking about it, I'm quite looking forward to it.
"I'm so close, and this idiot is still unaware. It seems that I still overestimated him. I really can't understand that a noble Yinglong doesn't like a genius like me and insists on following up like this with all his heart.
of waste.”
Murong Guan had already arrived behind Ji Mo without attracting Ji Mo's attention at all.
This shows that the other party is really good, far different from him, and is not at the same level at all.
"First torture this kid, then use him to blackmail Ying Mengwu, and make a complete comeback."
A cold smile appeared on the corner of Murong Guan's mouth, confident that he was the one who had the last laugh.
Sometimes, means are better than strength.
"Lie down for me."
Murong Guan directly faced Ji Mo with an extremely vicious hand that split muscles and bones.
Divide his sinews and mutilate his bones, so that this kid can't live or die, so he can kneel down and call daddy.
He firmly believed that even the Immortal Emperor would not be able to withstand this move, and this kid would soon be lying at his feet, wailing and begging for mercy.
However.
Things were not what he thought.
Ji Mo didn't react at all and was still watching the fight in front of him attentively.
"It's impossible."
Murong Guan did not believe in evil and used it with all his strength again, but still had no effect.
He looked like he had seen a ghost and couldn't figure out what was going on.
Could it be that this magical power has not been used for a long time and has become unfamiliar.
Or is it that this person has a special constitution and is immune to such magical powers?
"Try my soul splitting finger again!"
Murong Guan switched to a magical power. This is a soul attack, and it will definitely be effective.
As long as the opponent is hit, it can range from a splitting headache to unspeakable suffering.
At worst, he may become insane and become an idiot. If he cannot endure it, he may even lose his mind on the spot.
He began to form seals with his hands and put them together, intending to use this vicious attack on Ji Mo.
Ji Hanhan finally noticed it and glanced back inadvertently.
Oh my god.
What is this for?
Thousand years of killing?!
Ji Mo was shocked and took a big breath of air.
It's so scary.
When he turned around, he saw a man sneaking behind him, with his handprints still on his face, as if he was about to unleash a brutal Thousand Years Kill on him.
If this allows the other party to succeed, then that's fine.
"Did you realize it now? It's already too late."
Murong Guan smiled ferociously, his hand seals were completed, his magical power was formed, and the opponent could not escape.
Astonishing runes spurted out from his fingertips, huge energy surged, and he stabbed Ji Mo fiercely.
Between the electric light and flint.
Ji Mo's strike was like lightning, and he immediately caught the incoming finger.
Immediately.
Break it off violently.
Click.
There was a crisp sound of bones breaking, followed by a scream.
Murong Guan's fingers were broken off alive.
"Heh, you're a little guy like you, and you still want to fuck me?"
Ji Mo scolded angrily.
Really, the morals have declined. Don’t you care about martial ethics these days?
Even if it was a sneak attack, he still used such despicable tricks!
Murong Guan's scream instantly attracted everyone's attention, and they all looked over.
The Seven Evil Ghost Woman swallowed hard. She did not participate in the battle and had been watching with cold eyes. However, she was watching Murong Guan making a sneak attack the whole time.
A holy son at the pinnacle of the Emperor Immortal Realm plotted against his opponent, but even if he didn't succeed, his finger was broken. It was obvious that Ji Mo's strength was definitely beyond her imagination.
What puzzled her the most was that even though Ji Mo was hit by Murong Guan's Soul-Splitting Finger, why didn't anything happen?
"Son of a bitch, I'm going to chop you into pieces."
Murong Guan was completely furious, with a ferocious look on his face, a powerful pressure erupted from his body, and terrifying energy swept across all directions.
The surrounding ground was cracked inch by inch, and the soul-stirring pressure made the bloody monks breathless.
A machete that was as black as ink appeared in Murong Guan's hand, emitting a suffocating breath.
I saw Murong Guan raising his sword high, the runes rising into the sky, and the bright light shining like a sun across the sky.
"Be careful."
Even if you are confused, you will be throbbing.
This knife was not simple, even she felt frightened, this heartless man was in danger.
Her face was full of eagerness, wanting to get away and go back to rescue.
"Kick him to death, chop him to death!"
Zhu Fengwu shouted excitedly, already hating Ji Mo deeply in her heart, she wished Murong Guan would kill him with a knife.
Seeing that Ying Menglong wanted to go back to rescue Ji Mo, she immediately intercepted him, wanting to see if Ying Menglong would be heartbroken and miserable if the man she loved died tragically in front of her.
"It's over. Mr. Ji was too arrogant and was attacked by Murong Guan. He is dead."
The fourth general clearly sensed that the sword in Murong Guan's hand had obviously been blessed by a strong person from the Immortal Realm, and the material was mixed with divine iron, making it indestructible. If he was hit by the sword, he would be severely damaged even if he was not dead.
The machete fell, like a rolling Milky Way, pouring down with monstrous power.
I am afraid that even the Immortal Emperor will be turned into ashes under this sword, leaving no scum left.
Just when everyone on the scene thought that Ji Mo was doomed and died on the spot.
He Yun Danfeng looked down upon the enemy and raised his palm, grabbing the cutting blade.
There were no violent collisions or earth-shattering energy explosions.
As if he had done something insignificant, Ji Mo took the blade with his bare hands and blocked this terrifying blow.
His palms are white and slender, very delicate, and can be broken by blows.
But when he grasped the terrible chop, even the sharp-eyed monk saw an extremely astonishing scene.
Ji Mo's palm was unscathed, not even the skin was broken, and there were clearly visible palm prints where the knife was pinched.
The whole place was silent, looking at the scene in front of them in disbelief.
What kind of strength is this?
Suffocatingly powerful!
Murong Guan was stunned, as ten thousand alpacas were rushing past in his mind.
He originally thought that Ji Mo was the best among them, but he never thought that this guy was so hidden that he was the most terrifying existence.
I am really blind. I wanted to pinch a soft persimmon, but I never thought it would be a big durian. How sad!