I'm Really Not A Hidden World Expert

Fairy Spiritual breath!

The ginseng king turned pale in astonishment. In the purple thunder and lightning, there was actually an energy breath from the upper realm.

Even if it has undergone transformation and grown ten flowers and ten leaves now, it is not sure to resist this destructive blow.

This should be the source of the destruction of the Bodhi Tree. It is suspected to come from the upper realm. If it is hit, it will definitely be wiped out.

This purple sky thunder pierced the Shattering Void, and blasted towards the little Bodhi Tree seedling in Ji Mo's hand.

Obviously, the purpose is to destroy it.

Boom!

The thunder and lightning carried great power and hit Ji Mo accurately.

In an instant, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the entire Tongtian Peak was shaken.

Those strong men nearby were also affected, and under the Holy Spirit Realm, they were almost instantly torn apart, turning into a pool of rotten flesh.

Although Ling Shengjing saved his life, he also suffered heavy injuries and coughed up blood.

"This is the power of divine punishment, run away!"

Du Jiuyou was inexplicably horrified, wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, burst out at the fastest speed, and flew into the distance.

The rest of the survivors also used their own life-saving measures and fled.

If you don't run, you will definitely die.

"Ah, heaven is jealous of talents. Could it be that Ji senior has a heaven-defying appearance, and God will not allow him to live in this world?"

The formation Great Master groaned, with blood and tears pouring from the corners of his eyes, he glanced in the direction of Ji Mo again, and left with a sad face.

Above the sky, thunder and lightning flashed, and the dazzling thunder illuminated half of the sky.

One thunder after another emerged, densely covering the sky, and then, like a violent storm, they smashed towards the top of Tongtian Peak one after another.

Soon, the entire Tongtian Peak was flooded by endless thunder.

"What on earth happened?"

Countless Powers were startled, their faces were full of shock, and they all turned their gazes to the direction of Tongtian Peak, guessing why the scourge came?

And what kind of creatures are the ones that God will destroy?

"Hahaha, you really pretended to be struck by lightning when you were thirteen, even the gods didn't like that surname Ji, and wanted to strike him to death."

Red Skull looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

He was also a blessing in disguise, and escaped the catastrophe by reneging on his account and running away.

When he found out that Ji Mo had been condemned by God, he immediately felt extremely refreshed, and laughed so hard that his mouth cracked to the bottom of his ears.

Qin Tong in the other place collapsed on the ground as if lost in his soul, "It's over, Mr. Ji is over, under the wrath of God, there is no way out."

It took a full nine hours for the thunder to dissipate.

The entire Tongtian Peak was riddled with holes, the top of the mountain was shaved off nearly a hundred meters in height, and everything with vitality was blasted into dust.

...

Eighteen miles away from Baishou Town, in front of Jim Mo's courtyard.

Hong Qiantu was already too thin to be human.

Pleading guilty, I have been kneeling here for eleven whole days, and I still haven't seen Ji Mo come back.

He is almost unable to hold on anymore. These days, in order to show his sincerity, he can be said to not touch a drop of water, and has been holding on.

If it was an ordinary person, he would be dead already.

Even with his physique, it was very difficult.

A wave of belief supported Hong Qiantu, thinking that all of this is a test for Ji Mo, as long as he endures it, he will surely see the moonlight.

"Brother Tianpeng, when will Mr. Ji come back?"

Hong Qiantu couldn't help but ask Tianpeng about Ji Mo's whereabouts.

"Don't call me Tianpeng, I am the master's little black, a little black chicken."

Tianpeng corrected, and then said, "We can guess the master's whereabouts, and he will come back when he should come back. If you want to kneel, keep kneeling, and if you don't kneel, get out."

Hong Qiantu smiled apologetically, and could only continue to kneel obediently. He had been up for eleven days, so how could he give up halfway.

"He, can't come back!"

A choked voice sounded, and Tang Xueyi came to the yard with a sad face.

Tang Xueyi didn't want to believe it when she got the news from Qin Tong, her classmate, that something happened to Ji Mo, so she came here to check.

Now that it is known that Ji Mo has not returned home, then, it is very likely that there is really more than good luck.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could the master not come back?" Tianpeng scolded angrily.

If it weren't for knowing that Tang Xueyi has a close relationship with Ji Mo, I'm afraid he would have taught him a lesson.

"Everyone should know about the scourge that happened in Tongtian Peak a few days ago. The target of the scourge is Mr. Ji. He may have..."

A line of clear tears dripped from the corner of Tang Xueyi's eyes, and she burst into tears.

"impossible!"

Tianpeng's legs felt weak, and he collapsed directly on the ground.

The other three, Xuan Ao, Fan Jingxing, and Huineng, gathered around. When they heard the news, their faces turned ashen and their minds went blank.

I just feel like the sky is falling.

Mr. Ji was condemned by God and died?

"Ah, Ji Mo is really dead!"

Hong Qiantu only felt dizzy for a while, so the eleven days he suffered were not in vain.

Ji Mo is dead, so who should I show my guilt to?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly untied the thorns on his body, threw them on the ground, turned and left.

Man, that's how real it is!

A breath of mourning was spreading, and no one could accept such a result.

At this moment, Tianpeng felt a pain in his head.

The rays of light flickered above its head, and the figure of the nine-changing silkworm slowly emerged.

"Don't be stupid, hurry up and tidy up the yard, and welcome the return of the master."

Nine Changes Celestial Silkworm said angrily.

"Sister Tiancan, the master was punished by heaven and died young." Tianpeng cried loudly.

"Fuck you, you just died young, and the master will be fine if you die."

The Nine Changes Celestial Silkworm gave Tianpeng a brain-dead again, this stupid bird still doesn't know the master's depth, it's just a punishment from God, what a deal!

"Ah, you mean the master didn't..."

Tianpeng jumped up all of a sudden, regaining his vitality in an instant.

"Hello, there are so many people, what are you doing?"

Just then, a familiar voice sounded.

A figure with ragged clothes and dark body, like a beggar, came to them.

"Wow, you... it's you..."

Tang Xueyi looked at the person in front of him who seemed to be emerging from a pile of coal, and was suddenly ecstatic, and without a word, she pounced on him.

And like a koala, clinging to each other tightly, hanging on each other's body firmly.

Ji Mo was startled, how could this Miss Tang be so enthusiastic and unrestrained, and every time they met, she would hug her so warmly, which made him overwhelmed.

Tianpeng waited for a few idiots to take a closer look, and found that it was really Ji Mo, who was not dead and came back in good condition.

Although it looks very embarrassing, it is obviously alive.

Immediately, everyone turned from sadness to joy.

Really, why don't you have confidence in Mr. Ji.

With Mr. Ji's means, how can a mere divine punishment be able to kill him?

Hong Qiantu, who had already walked a certain distance, heard the movement and looked back, his whole body petrified on the spot.

how so?

As soon as he left on his front foot, Ji Mo came back on his back foot.

Doesn't it mean that all of these are indeed the tests of an expert, but I failed.

"Ah, ah, I hate it."

At this moment, Hong Qiantu beat his chest and stomped his feet, wishing he could just buy a piece of tofu and kill him head-on.

One wrong step, one wrong step, why did I get through the eleven days, just a little bit, and didn't persevere.

"Woooo, that's great, you're really not dead!"

Tang Xueyi couldn't help herself, hugging Ji Mo's head, her petal-like lips imprinted on it.