"You villain, you actually killed the family master's favorite young master. You...you are dead. We will avenge your young master and kill you, the devil." The Wang family came with Wang Pokong.
The direct descendants were all dumbfounded and confused, because they did not expect that someone would really dare to kill the family master's beloved young master in Beicheng. Although they were all legitimate sons, there were also three, six or nine grades of legitimate sons. According to their father and grandfather's
, and his own strength and talent can be divided into several levels.
Even if all of them were buried with him, they still couldn't equal the value of the young master. The young master was not only favored by the family master, but also had great potential. More importantly, he had an aunt in the Imperial City, which was the center of the royal family.
His little aunt was unruly and willful, ruthless and cruel. She was a prostitute who once ate human flesh alive, and her cultivation was even on the path to perfection.
Because of these protective umbrellas, Wang Pokong became arrogant and domineering.
"Now that the young master is dead, his aunt will definitely not let us go. Although we have the protection of the family elders, we are nothing compared to the people of the Imperial City. We must fight hard and take this bastard's head.
Save our lives." The legitimate son of the Wang family yelled crazily.
Just raise the knife and chop!
Waves of vitality were transmitted to the knife, causing the long steel knife to buzz and kill Li Mo.
A simple and unpretentious explosive punch directly killed many of the royal sons of the Wang family. They immediately exploded with blood. Some of the legitimate sons were blown to pieces with their flesh and blood scattered on the spot, and their souls were dispersed.
Others were missing arms and legs and were lying on the ground groaning.
"You guys are helping the tyranny, today I will do justice to God and kill you all." Balls of vitality the size of steel balls popped out of Li Mo's fingers. They were so dense that he couldn't even count them.
Wherever the "flick" passed, it penetrated the skull and brains splattered everywhere.
Once Li Mo decides to kill, he will never be merciful. Kindness to others is cruelty to oneself. In this world, Li Mo has completely understood. Within a moment, all the direct descendants of the Wang family were lying on the ground, making no sound.
I can't die anymore.
Lin Yuhan and Eternal Resentment looked at each other, and both saw surprise in each other's eyes. "How is this possible? Not to mention Wang Pokong, who has mastered more than a dozen combat skills, there are more than 20 direct descendants who have followed him.
He is also in the fourth level of the Shimeng Realm. How could he be killed without any resistance in the blink of an eye? What kind of cultivation level does this bastard have? Could it be that he is a senior monk from the tenth level?"
In fact, they all misunderstood Li Mo's cultivation level.
Li Mo was able to easily kill Wang Pokong because of his own strength. Although he was only at the third level of the Shimeng Realm, his meridians were extremely wide and his strange and incomparable physique brought obvious benefits. He could store a large amount of vitality and run it smoothly.
The speed is faster, and the energy is more pure.
In addition, the legendary earth-level essence of Li's Heart Sutra was the key to his victory over Wang Pokong.
Although Wang Pokong had just been promoted to the sixth level of the Shimeng Realm, his aura was unstable and he was impetuous and immature. Moreover, his cultivation was actually caused by the Red Heart Pill obtained by his father, the head of the family, and was very unstable.
Another point has a lot to do with Wang Pokong's arrogance. He relies on his identity and thinks that no one dares to really kill him, so he doesn't take the fight seriously. Although the level of combat skills is high and there are many types,
However, there were not many skilled ones. Compared with Li Mo's familiarity with the five combat skills, it was incomparable. It was for these reasons that he lost his life.
In fact, Li Mo's cultivation level is still at the third level of the Beginning Meng Realm, and has never improved even a little bit.
Bodies were lying on the ground in strange shapes. Li Mo walked by and plundered everyone's storage bags.
Jun Zizhu looked at Li Mo who was leaning over to pick up the storage bag, with a little bit of strange light shining in his seductive eyes: "Only such a person can be my sword to guide the country and conquer the throne of the Queen."
Li Zun led the legitimate sons of the Li family and stood in the corner. Ever since Li Mo fought with Wang Pokong, Li Zun had not moved. He was sitting on the mountain watching the fight between tigers and trying to make a profit. But even he didn't expect it.
This bastard was so powerful that he actually defeated everyone in the Wang family, and even had the audacity to kill Wang Pokong.
"I underestimated him, this madman. But no one can save him this time. If Wang Pokong is killed, there will be no place for him to stand in Beicheng. And in front of the treasures in the Tomb of Kings, I can't let him get out alive." Li Zun murmured.
murmured.
"Let's go to the top of the stairs quickly. There should be a treasure left by this king there." Lin Yuhan said now.
Li Mo's killing of Wang Pokong, as all direct members of the Wang family died, no one mentioned it, as if it had never happened.
"Zhu'er, do you need a rest?" Li Mo said to Jun Zizhu softly.
"It's okay. I can survive it. Let's go. If it's too late, new changes may happen." Jun Zizhu was also eager for this king's treasure.
This time, only the legitimate sons of the Li family were left behind. The legitimate sons of the Wang family who were still together just now have passed away.
As a monk, I feel no discomfort at all when walking up a thousand-foot staircase, my face doesn't turn red, I don't breath out of breath, and I feel calm and relaxed.
Not long after, the clouds and mist at the top of the stairs had already surrounded them.
"It seems that this is a benevolent king. There is no evil mechanism inside, and there is no back-up to guard everything after his death." Li Mo looked at the clouds in front of him and said to Jun Zizhu.
"Yes, as a thousand-year-old king, just a drop of blood or a hair on the body can kill us. But here we are not in any danger. It seems that God is really blessing us."
"Then you have to be careful. Besides, I can't see through Eternal Resentment Soul. I don't know what he wants. Anyone who dares to carry that Leiyin Walnut with him is either a fool or a lunatic, or someone with a big agenda." Li
Mo was still worried.
"Well, you also have to be careful of Shi Qi Lang, Zhu'er relies on you to protect her." Jun Zizhu said weakly.
“Don’t worry!”
In this way, step by step, these people climbed to the top of the ladder.
At the top is a huge platform, as if it had been cut away by a sharp sword, leaving no traces of smoothness.
The clouds and mist were lingering, and the glow was shrouded in smoke. It was foggy and chaotic.
In this chaos, three purple rays of light rose from the ground and rushed to the sky, but were absorbed by a hanging coffin on the top.
Three rays of purple light emerged from the ground of the platform, as thick as a water tank. They were dazzling but not dazzling, soft, gentle, and full of spirituality.
There are three things floating in the middle of the glow, dazzlingly colorful.
Looking at the first ray of glow, an exclamation came from Li Zun's mouth: "Zixia Dan?"