"What? With your little four-star control general's mental power, you can actually drive this map, and you can actually drive the treasures of all princes!"
Lord Dayan's eyes widened and he almost fell to the ground, he couldn't believe it.
What is this concept?
My dear disciples, that is a title that only a venerable person who is high above the world and infinitely close to a saint can be qualified to receive. He is already considered a semi-saint level existence, and even ordinary nine-star peak masters are not qualified!
The treasure of the Masters is the treasure used by the Masters! The treasure used by the Semi-Saints!
A small four-star control general, with his so weak that he can directly ignore it, can actually drive the treasures of various princes and the treasures used by half-saints!
Is this good enough?
Is this a human being?
Even if a saint is reborn, it is impossible to do it at such a young age!
Unimaginable, simply unimaginable!
Venerable Dayan looked solemn, and for the first time he saw Jun Mo as his real opponent.
A venerable person regards a small four-star control general as his real opponent! If these words are released, I am afraid no one will believe it, let alone no one will believe it!
"Immeasurable Blood City, Immeasurable Blood City. Give me control! Control! Control!"
Lord Dayan looked at the battle formation diagram of hundreds of schools of thought with solemn eyes. He held the hand of Wuliang Blood City and threw it into the air.
The blood city swelled in the storm and turned into a huge blood-colored city. The four characters "Immeasurable Blood City" shone with a strange blood light on the city plaque. If you look at it more, you can even suck people's souls into it.
The Blood River Water Mansion has become a city of immeasurable blood!
A city! A huge city!
Zun Bao!
A treasure that only the Venerable can use, the weapon of the Venerable!
The soldiers, the generals, the king's soldiers, the emperor's soldiers, all turn into ashes in front of Zunbao!
"Qingxue, come to me!"
Taking advantage of the hundreds of battle formations blocking the way, Jun Mo grabbed the frightened Fang Qingxue with his big hand and protected him under his wings.
With such a powerful confrontation, if Qingxue made a mistake, Jun Mo would not be able to forgive himself even if he slaughtered all nine Dayan clans for generations.
At this time, the unfinished task is no longer a trivial matter. Life and death, escaping with Qingxue and escaping the old pervert Dayan, are the big things!
"Jun Mo!"
Fang Qingxue exclaimed in a low voice and stopped talking. She kept her face covered with white gauze. She couldn't see her expression, couldn't see her eyes, and didn't know what she was thinking in her heart!
Jun Mo didn't even hear Fang Qingxue's exclamation, because in mid-air, a city and a painting had collided heavily with each other.
Boom!
The deafening sound resounded throughout the sky and the earth, and the overwhelming arrogance and aftermath swept across all directions.
The sky and the earth are pale, the sun and the moon have no light!
Of course, if there were sun and moon in this space, they would definitely be shaken and lose their brilliance!
Well?
Jun Mo groaned, as if struck by thunder, his whole face turned pale, and he stepped back continuously. He held a mouthful of blood in his mouth and refused to spit it out. When he was hit, he was seriously injured.
Weak, too weak!
Even if Jun Mo has the heart of a saint and has a very high quality of mental energy that has been tempered for thousands of times and can drive the battle formations of hundreds of schools of thought, he is really too weak. He is so weak that even a slight shake of the battle formations of hundreds of schools of thought can turn him into a warrior.
Shocked him seriously!
"Hahahaha! Junior, I already know that you are a paper lantern, you will break if you poke it and you will die!"
Venerable Dayan laughed wildly, resounding throughout the sky and the earth.
"Infinite blood city, boundless crushing!"
Lord Dayan laughed wildly, waved his hand, and the Infinite Blood City, carrying unparalleled power, rumbled towards the battle formation diagram of the hundreds of schools of thought.
All the bluestones in the square were crushed to pieces by this boundless momentum, scattered and flying in all directions.
The momentum was frightening and reached its peak in an instant.
"Fight!"
Jun Mo protected Fang Qingxue and retreated instead of advancing. He hit his chest with his palm, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out. He was caught in the palm of his hand by the big hand that was simulated by his mind in mid-air.
"The heart of the saint, the blood of the holy heart, the disciples reappear, hundreds of schools of thought compete, formation! formation! formation!"
Jun Mo roared, raised his big hand fiercely, and his blood turned into a hazy blood, wrapped in his mental power, and rushed into the battle formation diagram of hundreds of schools of thought!
Success or failure depends on this!
If a successful attack is achieved, everyone will be happy, but if not, Jun Mo has already prepared to lead Fang Qingxue out of this heart-killing stage, and desperately takes in the Sacred Heart Demon Subduing Diagram and the Nine Guardian Beasts, opening the door to escape!
I wonder if the door of convenience can directly return to the outside world! Now that the matter is at this point, Jun Mo doesn’t care about so much anymore, so he can only give it a try!
"The dignity of the disciples must not be desecrated, the majesty of the disciples must not be violated, war! Chaos! Kill! Formation!"
Suddenly, a majestic, unquestionable, and extremely majestic voice sounded from the battle formation map of hundreds of schools of thought.
Hurrah!
The battle array diagram of hundreds of schools of thought swelled in the face of the storm. It was unknown how long and wide it was, and it actually completely encompassed the entire city of Infinite Blood.
"What? War! Chaos! Killing! Formation! How is it possible? This is impossible! Impossible!"
"Old ghost, it's you, it must be you! You actually gave your inheritance to an ignorant child rather than to the disciple who has been waiting for you for thousands of years. You are so cruel. You pretend to be a saint and are compassionate.
But you don’t even take care of your own disciples, you are an emotionless guy, you are a cold-blooded old ghost!”
Lord Dayan's eyes were red, and he roared like a child.
"After ten thousand years of waiting, the relationship between you and me as master and disciple is over! From now on, you are no longer my disciple, and I am no longer your master!"
In the battle formation diagram of hundreds of schools of thought, a kind, gentle but yet full of endless majesty and strength suddenly came out, resounding throughout the heaven and the earth.
Jun Mo's heart skipped a beat. It was the voice of the old man. It was the voice of the old man in the painting of the Sacred Heart Conquering Demons that day.
"Ten thousand years of waiting? Ten thousand years of waiting?"
Lord Dayan stood stunned on the spot and muttered to himself.
"ah……"
Suddenly, Dayan knelt down on the ground with a plop, kowtowing like garlic: "Master, my disciple is wrong. I only care about the Holy Heart Conquering Demons, which is contrary to my master's kindness. I have failed my master's ten thousand years of hard work. I beg your master for mercy."
, give the disciple one last chance!"
"Knowing when you've lost your way, breaking it and then standing up, whether you can realize it or not, it's all destiny! Idiot, our fate has been exhausted, so take care of yourself!"
Before he finished speaking, the battle formation map of hundreds of schools of thought suddenly rolled up in mid-air, drawing Infinite Blood City into it.
The sky then lit up, and a scroll of pictures slowly fell down and fell into Jun Mo's hand. The city of infinite blood was nowhere to be found. It must have been involved in the battle formation diagram of hundreds of schools of thought!
"Master! Master..."
Venerable Dayan was crying bitterly on the ground and kept shouting. He was like a three-year-old child abandoned by his parents. He didn't look half like a Venerable!
"Little friend! Little brother! I was wrong, I repent, please keep me by your side, be an old slave, an old servant, to make up for Master's thousands of years of hard work!"
Lord Dayan cried and crawled towards Jun Mo.
Jun Mo was startled, and quickly pointed the battle formation map of various schools of thought at Lord Dayan, while protecting Fang Qingxue, who was already in shock, and retreated continuously.
"Stop... stop... stop now, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"
Jun Mo couldn't believe that these words would come out of the mouth of Lord Dayan. Are you kidding me?
A venerable man knelt down and cried, begging himself to accept him as an old servant, old slave?
Even if you dream about something like this, you wouldn’t dare to do it!
ps: Sorry, I have been in an emergency for the past three or four days and have been unable to type, so the updates are unstable. One or two updates. The owed chapters will be added one by one after the 25th, and will be revealed for everyone to enjoy.