The Original Seeker

"The First Pathfinder (

In fact, they knew that if Bai Mo really wanted such a seat, even if he didn't exchange the so-called Yuxi, who would dare not give it to his own face.

It's nothing more than being polite to ask.

"This vote is for the Mortal Empire."

"Do you really want to do this?" Kirkov was puzzled.

Also wondering, there are other people, even Ramdor himself.

Because the supporter behind the Mortal Empire is the Zhenxiu Group headed by Ramdor.

They think that immortals are different, and monks should be separated from the mortal society and not disturb each other.

And everyone knows that Ramdor's relationship with Bai Mo is extremely poor, almost to the point of a life-and-death enemy, and because of reason, Bai Mo should not send this vote to him.

"He just hates me, and I don't hate him."

"..."

When Bai Mo said this, they felt so unbelievable.

For a long time, Bai Mo was a cold and crazy image in the minds of all the people in the Federation who still knew his existence.

To achieve the goal, do whatever it takes.

Either digging holes for people, or digging holes for people on the road.

At that moment, everyone suddenly realized that Bai Mo had such a trace of the Virgin, who was able to forgive such an enemy.

But in an instant, they understood the true meaning of Bai Mo's words.

"He has always hit people unilaterally, and has never been beaten at all."

Someone who is familiar with the pre-Daoyuan era history recalls the kindness and grievances between Bai Mo and Ramdor, only to remember that Bai Mo was all fighting against Ramdor...

"You..." Ramdo was furious, but didn't know what to say to get through this embarrassing scene.

A big enemy in his own eyes, he did not place him in the position of the enemy from beginning to end.

"You have neither hurt me nor caused me to lose anything, why should I be hostile to you?" Bai Mo smoothly made up a knife.

"On the contrary, I really appreciate your talent. You are the most talented person I have seen in Shinto practice."

"..."

Bai Mo's words made Ramdo completely speechless.

Others are also lost in thought.

It was not because of Ramdor, but as "refugees" who were forcibly driven out of the earth by Bai Mo, they were more or less hostile to this tyrant.

As a result, as soon as I saw it today, yes, I was abused unilaterally, and I didn't even have the qualifications to be an enemy.

Of course, some people breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is the emperor's token I left to the Mortal Empire." Bai Mo ignored their thoughts, put his left hand on his right shoulder and gently "tipped" his right hand off.

There was no trace of blood on the broken right hand, only some faint blue electric lights flickering.

Or it is not very appropriate to use the word fracture, because the fracture is actually very smooth, and you can't see the stuff that was attached to the body a few seconds ago.

The broken right hand seemed to have its own life. The five fingers began to come together and stretched, slowly turning into the tip of the sword, and stretched together. The forearm was transformed towards dehumanization. As for the forearm, the forearm contracted inward, and soon It became a sword hilt.

In less than two seconds, the right hand that fell off Bai Mo's body completely turned into a cold shining sword.

Bai Mo held the sword in his left hand and waved it twice at random, not caring about the empty sleeves on the right.

"It's called Hanguang Wave Sword."

Facing this strange scene from ordinary people, Kirkov and the others didn't think there was any problem, because after reaching the real immortal level, they lacked hands and legs, which is almost the same as ordinary people's hair loss, let alone this. It just projected a hand.

Moreover, the lack of hands alone does not affect the combat effectiveness of the true immortals. Even the martial arts immortals who are most accustomed to physical attacks can grow eight hands and four legs at any time to make an eight-armed Luohan as long as their minds move.

Ordinary martial arts designed in accordance with the normal human body structure have no meaning for a guy who can grow ten or eight hands at any time.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands, let alone eight hands, sixteen hands.

...

"You give it to him." Bai Mo thought, and the cold light wave sword that was lightly held in his left hand turned into a wave of waves and disappeared, and then reappeared next to Ramdor.

"A sword without an attack track?" Ramduo grabbed the cold light wave sword with his hand.

After just a few seconds of adjustment, he has completely controlled his emotions once again.

No matter how much regret and regret, it is meaningless at this time and will only affect important decisions.

When the Cold Light Wave Sword is moving, it will approach at super high speed in the form of a wave, and then it will revert to a material form, appearing in the most defenseless position of the opponent.

The cultivator under the true immortal basically has no possibility of being able to block it.

Only the immortal existence that can change the body shape at any time can completely block the attacks from all directions from the Hanguang Wave Sword in a ever-changing posture.

The mortal empire was a power controlled by Ramdor behind the scenes, and Bai Mo threw the sword to him and asked him to transfer it to the corresponding person.

...

"Give mortals a world, just call Huafanxing." Bai Mo once again turned on the random naming mode~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I will give them twenty Daqian navy ships. "Kirkov said.

"Each of you arrange for someone. Twenty ships are almost the same."

Hearing the words Huafanxing, Yun Jie remembered the conversation between the two in the cafe.

They suggested that every cultivator who wants to be promoted to Tier 5 should find a time to temporarily seal off his psychic abilities and experience the life of ordinary people.

"From now on, Huafanxing will not be allowed to show extraordinary powers and be treated as a monk's transformation area." Yun Jie added.

According to Kirkov's plan just now, the name of Huafan Star is said to be a star, but in essence it will be a world composed of the internal space of twenty Daqian navy ships, and its area is about the same as ten earths.

As for the mortal empire, it will only be one of them, temporarily in charge of the Hanguang Wave Sword that represents the vote of the mortal elect emperor.

If other mortal forces become stronger in the future, the emperor's qualifications will also have the opportunity to change hands.

...

Lunar no phase sword.

Scarlet blood mysterious lightsaber.

Haotian Thunder Fire Sword.

The sword of good fortune.

Underworld night emperor sword.

Tianhe fell down.

After Bai Mo's Hanguang Wave Sword was born, the sabers representing the other six electoral forces were also born.

They have already negotiated how to allocate the remaining six electors.

Everyone knows how to manipulate Bai Mo with a hand-made sword, and all the other swords are straightened out in a blink of an eye.

After all, in the future, it will be a power symbol that will be placed at the core of one's own power. Only by casting by oneself can there be no messy backhands in it.

"So, who is going to be the first emperor?" Bai Mo gently took off his head with his newly regrown right hand, and indifferently twisted it into an emperor's crown.