King of the Fairy City

Dou Qiling fell!

A venerable person really has fallen!

No matter inside the Blood God Palace or outside the Blood God Palace, everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them. They couldn't believe it, let alone believe that someone could actually kill the Venerable.

Outside the Blood God Palace.

All factions were in speechless silence. They looked at the young man holding a sword in the image with wide eyes, deep shock in their eyes.

"Dead! A respected person really died!"

"Oh my God! Is this guy crazy? The Kunpeng Divine Sect will never let him go. The Kunpeng Divine Sect has not been born for nearly 100,000 years. From today on, he will be the first person to be killed by the Kunpeng Divine Sect."

"This guy is very courageous and values ​​​​love and justice. Unfortunately, he is of no use at all. In less than a month, there will be no such person in the world."

After a long period of dead silence, all the forces suddenly erupted into loud noises, including exclamations, sighs, jealousy, and so on.

But regardless of the comments, everyone was certain of one thing: the man would not survive more than a month.

Although some sages have fallen before, most of them fell into the hands of the indigenous demon clan and blood puppets. Even if there were sages who fell into the hands of external forces, it was because the sages did not discover the secret of being able to use great magical powers. For example, The other peak Nascent Soul cultivators are not much better.

But ever since he knew that he could use great supernatural powers and spells, no one dared to look down upon the Venerable Master anymore. They were both in the Nascent Soul stage, and one could use small supernatural powers and spells, while the other could use great supernatural powers and spells. Who was the difference between them? Everybody can see it.

But now, a serious venerable person actually fell into the hands of a junior in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, which made all the monks find it difficult to accept, but they had to accept this result.

Some monks are not without jealousy in their hearts. If they were in that situation, they could do the same thing...

It's a pity that these miserable people outside the Blood King's Palace will never understand that no matter how bad Dou Qiling is, he is still a venerable person. His body is suppressed to the Nascent Soul stage, which is not too bad. What's more, people of the Fu King's lineage can Don't know your own weaknesses? Where can the body go?

Then there was the woman in palace attire, whose physical cultivation was not much worse than her magical cultivation, but she was also forced to do so by Ye Mo.

Only the venerables can see this.

"Jun'er, don't target Ye Mo after he comes out."

Xia Houyin looked at Ye Mo's back holding the sword with complicated eyes and sighed in his heart.

How could he not hate Ye Mo, but what Ye Mo had done made him unable to hate him. A small city lord from the Immortal City Alliance was willing to be an enemy of more than half of the world's forces for the sake of his daughter. What more could he ask for?

"Dad, why..."

Xia Houjun didn't understand.

"Do as your father says, and you will understand in the future. Trust me, and you will not regret it."

Xia Houyin didn't say much, just said this.

Su Xinxuan lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his head to see Tantai Bubai's eyes. He immediately turned around and said to a group of juniors: "You too, you can't target him. What he looked like before he went in will be what he looks like after he comes back."

"Why? Sister Siyu..."

Ji Lingshan held her grievances against Siyu and bowed her head, looking very reluctant.

"I know what you are thinking. To a certain extent, Siyu did die because of him, but he tried every possible means to prevent it. Moreover, he could do this for Siyu, how can you still What do you want him to do? After he comes out, he will definitely be listed as a must-kill person by all the forces in the world. If our sects don’t protect him, who can protect him? If we really give up on him, the monks in the world will have more reason to accuse us of the devil. If you can do such ungrateful things, who would dare to serve us?"

Su Xinxuan spared no effort to untie the knots in the minds of these juniors, but he stopped here and did not go into details. None of these juniors were simple, and they could definitely think of more without his guidance.

In the Blood King's Palace.

Even the venerables, demon saints, and ghost saints from all over the world have witnessed countless grand scenes during their hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation. At this moment, they couldn't help but be a little dazed and couldn't believe the scene before them.

"You damn little thief, how dare you kill me, the Venerable Kunpeng Shenzong!"

Elder Tan Yuan was furious and hated Ye Mo to death.

Another venerable person has fallen, and he has also fallen at the hands of the same Yuanying junior. How will he explain this when he returns?

Although he was raging with anger, Elder Tan Yuan was not stupid. He knew that Ye Mo was not easy to mess with at this moment. He shouted loudly but did not move at all.

"You want to avenge that woman?"

The woman in palace clothes was thoughtful and quickly figured out why Ye Mo did this. She took a deep look at Ye Mo and said, "It's not worth it for a woman. Stop it and hand over the controller token. I’m the one who makes the decision and I won’t cause any trouble for you.”

Even though she suffered a big loss, she still couldn't lower her body and begged for mercy, her tone was high and her expression was arrogant.

Hearing this, Ye Mo just sneered and said nothing, then put away his sneer and walked towards him with murderous intent.

"The weapons he has are not simple. Here, everyone is the same. Don't stick to your identity and not kill him. Killing this kid is the most important thing."

Elder Tan Yuan quickly reminded.

"laugh!"

An ordinary sword strike, but in Ye Mo's hand, it seemed to have a strange evil nature, making people unable to move their eyes and unable to escape the lock.

The woman in palace attire retreated quickly, not daring to confront him head-on. At the same time, Elder Tan Yuan, Gu Nanfeng, Soul-Spreading Demon Flower King and other venerables and demon sages surrounded Ye Mo, trapping him or making fist seals. , or the fingers are combined into a knife, or the legs are swept across to intercept.

The fierce attack came, and Ye Mo had to draw his sword and retreat to the defense. With the power of the iron sword, he forced several venerables and demon saints into danger.

"I'll go and help too."

When Venerable Qianyuan in the distance saw this, he wanted to step forward to help. He didn't know Ye Mo's true identity, but he only needed to know that "Miao Qi" was from Nanmo, and that was enough.

However, the other three Venerables were not so kind and had no intention of helping. Venerable Qianyuan secretly thought about it and had no choice but to give up his plan to help.

"Little thief, how long do you really think a broken iron sword can protect you?"

He punched the iron sword brazenly, making a deafening clang sound. Ye Mo was also knocked back by the punch, and the blood in his body surged.

Among the Kunpeng Divine Sect, the strongest ones are Elder Tan Yuan and Meng Ying from the Corpse King lineage, followed by the women in palace attire and the two native monsters. Each of them is not weak physically, which is something that others did not expect.

Who would have thought that a woman in palace attire who looked fair and graceful, with a delicate body, could be so powerful physically, and Elder Tan Yuan, who had extremely powerful physical combat power.

Ye Mo didn't say a word. "Tian Kui Ba Body Technique" has broken through to the sixth level. His body is stronger than before. At this moment, he fully stimulates the energy and blood in his body, making his whole body emit a burst of misty red light. He is slender. The strong body was as hot as a furnace, and there were faint trembling sounds of the Yangtze River rushing and roaring.

"The qi and blood are as strong as a calamus oven, and the blood flows like a roaring river. This is a sign of true success in physical cultivation."

The monks from all sides were extremely shocked. They did not expect that this junior was actually a powerful physical practitioner.

The current divisions of physical cultivation are very vague, and they are only divided into several levels: scratching the surface, entering the room, minor physical cultivation, great physical cultivation, invincible, and martial arts.

The so-called great achievement in physical cultivation is not something that ordinary monks can achieve. Even elder Tan Yuan, the palace-dressed woman and other venerable people have not achieved it. It is just a small achievement. However, Ye Mo, the physical cultivation level displayed at this moment has reached Dacheng.

No matter what you practice, there is a world of difference. The difference is that Yuanshen monks can use talismans, formations, magic weapons, and magical powers to make up for it.

As for physical training, apart from special weapons, if you rely solely on physical confrontation, you may be defeated or even die if you are even a little short of it.

Unfortunately, the venerables, demon saints, and ghost saints are in such an embarrassing situation.

"Um... little friend, Shenzong and you should have some misunderstanding. How about we put an end to the past?"

Elder Tan Yuan didn't care about his face. Although his physical cultivation was at the peak of Xiaocheng, and he was infinitely close to Dacheng, he still hadn't reached it. With the Dacheng body of this junior in front of him, he could crush him a hundred times.

"Ta, ta, ta..."

Ye Mo didn't say anything, and continued to stride forward with the sword in hand, holding the sword in one hand and making a knife with the other.

Elder Tan Yuan's face was livid. He had already put down his face. In his opinion, the face given to this junior was enough, but the other party still refused to let him go. This was undoubtedly humiliating him.

"You little thief, you are seeking death!"

Elder Tan Yuan's old face turned red, he put down his foot, and rushed out like a fleeting figure in the wind: "Ice-gold condensed soul hand!"

Elder Tan Yuan stretched out his fingers and clawed at Ye Mo's face. At this moment, a stinging coldness surged from his hands, as if his soul had been frozen to pieces.

"when!"

A loud noise like a bell shook the entire hall. Elder Tan Yuan's palm, as old as an old tree, flashed with a flash of dark gold. He actually took Ye Mo's sword and then approached him, punching and kneeling at Ye Mo's chest at the same time. and lower abdomen, looking very sinister.

This punch and knee were truly powerful. A mountain of ten thousand feet would be shattered. The power of hitting a person can be imagined.

Ye Mo reacted very quickly and immediately let go of the iron sword, raised his knees and crossed his elbows to meet Elder Tan Yuan's attack.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

The ground beneath their feet shattered, cracks quickly spread around, and smoke and dust billowed up.

"die!"

Ye Mo's free hand quickly turned into a claw, and he pressed it hard on Elder Tan Yuan's face. With a little force, Elder Tan Yuan screamed, and he grabbed the iron sword and struck at Ye Mo.

"Bang!"

Without looking at the iron sword that struck him, Ye Mo used his five fingers to squeeze Elder Tan Yuan's head so hard that it exploded, causing red and white to fly everywhere.

"Another venerable has fallen!"

"Oh my God, does this guy really want to be an enemy of all forces?"

There was chaos inside and outside the Blood God Palace. Other forces screamed and screamed. Kunpeng Shenzong's eyes were about to split and he roared angrily. He threatened to capture Ye Mo and make them their slaves for the rest of his life. Even if he fell, he would steal his soul. The lamp burns for thousands of years.

Many venerables, demon saints, and ghost saints in the Blood God Palace felt a little bad. Ye Mo was so strong. If they really wanted to deal with them, how could they deal with it?

Even more sad and angry, if this space hadn't suppressed their strength, how could they have been cut off from cultivation by a mere twelfth-level forbidden formation, and ended up in this situation.

"You rely on your old age and betray your old age, you think you are superior to others, and you regard human life as nothing. You deserve to die."

Ye Mo looked at Elder Tan Yuan's completely broken head, with one nerve still connected to the eyeballs in the head, and said lightly.

Afterwards, Ye Mo took the iron sword back and looked at the others with cold and ruthless eyes.

"You...Kunpeng Shenzong will not let you go."

Meng Ying swallowed hard, feeling a little panicked.

"I know."

Still answering calmly, after seventeen moves, Meng Ying's head was cut off, and he rolled aside and died!

"I'll come back to you again."

It was the turn of the woman in palace attire. She knew that she was no match for Ye Mo, so she stopped resisting. There was no point in resisting.

"Pfft!"

The woman in palace attire had a beautiful face, a graceful temperament, and was like a fairy. However, Ye Mo did not hesitate at all, raised his palm and struck it, and a big head flew up.

However, the woman in palace attire did not completely fall. Her body suddenly burst into a bright glow, and then turned into a faint smoke and disappeared without a trace.

"Clone?"

Ye Mo was a little horrified. He didn't know the identity of this woman very well, but he knew her position in the Kunpeng Divine Sect's team. But now he discovered that she was just a clone!

There is no doubt that the woman in palace attire has definitely transcended the stage of becoming a god and is a truly powerful person.

Seeing this, the monks from all sides were in an uproar again. This junior not only killed the venerable one in a row, but also killed a clone of the most powerful one. This was so amazing and dreamy!

It didn't take long for Ye Mo to regain his composure. So what if he was the strongest? Killing is killing. There is nothing to regret. Only regret if you don't kill.

"Pfft!" "Pfft!"

Two native monsters consecrated their heads. Ye Mo's hands were already stained with blood and he didn't care at all. The monks outside the Blood God Palace were also numb, feeling that the world was so crazy.