He is eight thousand years old, and his name is Aotian. Among the gods, he is second only to the nine thousand year old peerless person.
As soon as he took action, thunder rolled from the sky, the earth was destroyed, the fate of ten thousand years was affected, and the attack like a natural disaster was completed in a dazzling way.
Fortunately, Li Mo took precautions in advance, and once the sky-shielding shield came out, it was like the falling sky, covering everything.
As an imperial weapon, the Sky-Shielding Aegis can be used as an emperor's strike.
Eight thousand years old, Aotian is not yet an emperor at this time.
Although the power of the attack is fierce, the momentum is large, and the vitality is strong, it is still under the king's rules.
The sky-shielding shield blocked all the tidal offensive energy, and immediately began to convert, turning half of the energy out again, and attacked the Eight Thousand Years Old.
"Imperial weapon?"
Eight Thousand Years Old was stunned for a moment, and his whole body suddenly began to change. The bone armor on his body had been integrated into his body. At this time, he was exuding a demonic aura. His eyes were blinded by murderous aura, and he stepped out with a hundred steps.
The vitality inside began to change, finally condensed, and began to transform into one's own power.
"God is angry and people are angry!"
A low voice came from the eight thousand year old's mouth, and around his body, circles of energy began to emerge, with brilliant light and vigorous vitality. A body three feet tall appeared. This body ran forward to meet him.
He punched away with the power reflected from the sky-shielding shield.
This punch blocked the power, but the shadow's fist, arm, and then the entire body were all swallowed up.
Eight thousand years old couldn't help but take a step back.
Just this step made everyone look at Li Mo with admiration, and his status in their hearts was upgraded again.
"Proud old man, how dare you take action!"
The little girl's voice came, and immediately a tiny body appeared in the sky, but around her body, countless black holes appeared, some stars flashed in the black holes, and even some creatures, various monsters, and Shura devils appeared at the same time.
"The Wrath of the Heavenly Spirit!"
The little girl waved her hands, and the black holes around her moved with them. Those creatures roared, and their anger surged into the sky, like burning clouds. The stars in the black holes flashed with the power of stars.
"Hula!" A total of ninety-nine black holes, plus the creatures inside, combined into a half-talisman, half-array attack. A sharp mouth appeared. When he saw the eight thousand years old, he was filled with anger and screamed.
, straight to the heart.
Eight thousand years old, he is the king of the Eight Paths. He has a noble aura in his movements. The bone armor on his body emits a kind of fairy music from time to time. There are big Luo Tian patterns around it, protecting his body. A pair of eyebrows, glaring, as if
lightning.
I saw him lift his foot, and it actually reached the sky. He struck out with one hand. A Netherworld Soul-Sacrifice Talisman appeared, wrapped around his waist, and his speed suddenly increased.
"A cursed sword in vain!"
From behind the Eight Thousand Years Old, a dark sword appeared. The sword was seven feet long and could not be seen clearly. There was a faint outline that made it clear that it was a sword.
The sword energy surged, and the true body appeared like a flash in the pan. After the sword flashed, it collided with the 'Wrath of the Heavenly Spirit'.
"boom!"
Mars hit the earth, a shocking mushroom cloud rose up, and a burst of yellow smoke lingered at the Nantianmen. The little girl was knocked upside down by this powerful shock. On the way, the corners of her mouth sweetened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Eight Thousand Years Old does not retreat but advances, heading straight for the little girl's true body.
Li Mo's feet flashed, and a bright light teleported directly to the little girl's side, handing her the Heaven-Shielding Shield without any reservation.
Eight thousand years old is the king of the eight realms, and little girl is the king of the five realms. The gap between the two can be imagined.
"I won't need it. You put it away. It's important to save your life. If he is attacking, you should leave here. If it doesn't work, go to the fairy world. I think that Chi Mu will ignore the past grudges and let you work for him. This way you can save your life.
"Little Nannan's body is extremely weak. After all, there is a big gap in cultivation between her and eight thousand years old. After suffering that knife, the vitality of the whole body has been somewhat stagnant.
"I can take you away, but he can't kill me!"
Li Mo stared at the eight thousand years old angrily, stood up suddenly, and looked at the eight thousand years old who was slowly approaching.
"Aotian... you have gone too far. Li Mo is the Son of God in the God Realm after all. You actually took action, humiliating the elders and making people in the Immortal Realm laugh at us." From a distance, a bright light appeared like it was landing.
The sun is shining brightly.
This person is nine thousand years old and holds the sky high.
"Qingtian, do you know that he killed Ao Wuchang?"
"Of course I know about Ao Wuchang's death, but there is no evidence that it was Li Mo who killed him. On the contrary, the death of Di Yi was done by Li Mo to eliminate a serious problem for our God Realm. Now if you kill him, wouldn't it be wrong?
It chilled the hearts of everyone in the God Realm." Jiu Qiansui stepped on the void, as if walking on flat ground, and slowly descended to the side of the little girl.
Eight thousand years old knew that it was impossible to kill Li Mo now, and Qingtian would not give him this chance.
"After Ao Wuchang died, only Li Mo's points increased rapidly, which means he killed Ao Wuchang."
"As the saying goes since ancient times, a slap can't make a difference. Let's not talk about whether Ao Wuchang was killed by Li Mo. Even if he was killed by Li Mo, there is a cause and effect. You are eight thousand years old and one of the tens of millions of people.
"Sir, what's the point of attacking a junior today? Aren't you afraid that the world will laugh at you?"
After all, everyone knew that Eight Thousand Years Old was extremely angry because of Ao Wuchang's death, but he didn't expect that he would be so angry that he would directly take action and kill Li Mo here at Nantianmen.
The eight thousand-year-old man is the tallest in the God Realm, but he took action against Li Mo, a man under thirty years old, which caused a huge loss of face.
"Ao Wuchang was brought up by me with all my hard work. He is no different from my son and will be my support in the future. Now he has been destroyed by Li Mo. Even if there are thousands of reasons, he should not be killed."
"If I don't kill him, should I let him kill me?"
"Okay, okay, if you say this, you admit to killing Ao Wuchang, then you will die now!" Eight Thousand Years Old was furious, his hair was full of rage, his gray hair was flying, as if he was a crazy demon, his big hands were swinging continuously, and his body was running straight towards
Li Mo's place.
"Aotian, do you still have me in your eyes?"
Jiu Qiansui touched his hands, and a crystal wall appeared, blocking Aotian from the outside.
Eight Thousand Years Old roared crazily and thundered: "Qingtian, choose between me and him. Let me kill him. I will stay in the God Realm. If you still protect him, I will withdraw from the God Realm."
"Buzz!!!"
The people below seemed to have a boiling pot, and Eight Thousand Years Old actually wanted to withdraw from the God Realm.
Jiu Qian Sui's face was extremely unkind. He didn't expect that Ba Qian Sui would force him to make a choice like this.
Not far away, all the thousand-year-olds from the God Realm were there. They did not take action, but watched quietly.
"Aotian, do you have to do this? He is just a junior, why bother to go to war? He is the number one in this competition and has control over the rules of the Great Destruction. If you kill him now, you are not giving the fairy world an advantage.
"
"I only know that he killed Ao Wuchang and caused the gods to fight against each other. He has violated the rules of the gods. No matter how great his merits are, he deserves to be punished. He said that between me and him, the gods will choose one.
"
Jiu Qiansui turned around, looked at all the Qiansui, and said, "What do you think?"
No one spoke. The world of gods is not monolithic. Every thousand-year-old has his own power. Unless he is the direct descendant of the nine-thousand-year-old, no one will speak. But everyone knows about the direct descendant of the nine-thousand-year-old. What he said has nothing to do with it.
What effect.
Finally, it was the old monk who spoke. It was only after Jian Wu Dao transmitted the message that he took a step forward and said: "Amitabha, it is better to go to the pure world than go to the divine world. Even if you stay, you can still be a threat. From now on, you will be the leader of the divine world."
His divine realm is still his divine realm." The old monk is the King of the Seven Paths, and his name is Zuntian.
His words were tantamount to a complete break with Eight Thousand Years Old.
With Zuntian's words, Jiu Qiansui was completely relieved. Zuntian represents a type of people. Although they are not a force, they are a group, a loose group. They are positive and progressive people in the God Realm.
They are a group of people. Everyone's ideal is to unify the divine world and eliminate the divine realm. The old monk Zuntian is their representative, and he can sacrifice his life for the development of the divine realm.
"Okay, I understand. What Seven Thousand Years Old said makes sense. You can blackmail me today, and you can blackmail me tomorrow. In this case, then leave happily. But I hope that Nian will develop for the divine world.
Make your contribution and don't bring harm to the God Realm."
"Okay, since you chose Li Mo, I will leave. Before I leave, I want to tell you that I am one of the founders of the creation of the God Realm. He is like my child. Even if I leave the God Realm,
I won't add insult to injury. Whenever something happens in the God Realm, call me Aotian and I'll be there at your call." After saying that, Ba Qiansui threw off his robe and walked out of Nantianmen.
"Eight Thousand Years Old is gone, and we won't do it anymore!" A large group of people belonging to Eight Thousand Years Old all left the God Realm and followed behind Eight Thousand Years Old.
Ji Nu, the ancestor of the Ji family, immediately stood up and said, "I don't want this world of gods!" He took off the mark representing a thousand years old from his sleeves, threw it to the ground, and left slowly surrounded by a large group of Ji family members.
Suddenly, Li Mo felt a sharp pain in his heart, and an uneasy feeling arose.
"What's going on? Why do I feel so uneasy?"
Li Mo felt something was wrong, something must have happened, and he had a strong connection with him.
"No!" Li Mo yelled, and immediately rushed straight to the Ji family like a cannonball. With a shake of his hands, the Burning Sky Seal was instantly shot out, and a sea of fire surrounded the Ji family in the blink of an eye.
"Little boy with a yellow mouth!" Ji Nu roared angrily, and his body shot out thousands of rays of mercy, guarding the Ji family members. A huge water boat emerged from the Burning Sky Seal.
"Ji Nu, you are such an old man, you actually did something to my family. You are in vain as the ancestor of the dynasty."
Li Mo directly sacrificed the Zhantian Seal, and his cultivation was at its peak state again. The Book of Life and Death, the Judge's Pen appeared, and the huge Sky-Covering Seal rolled around.
Li Mo was really angry. How could the Li family be the rival of the Ji family dynasty? He didn't expect the 8,000-year-old family to attack Li Mo's family without regard for common etiquette and shame.