Chapter 1496 Killing and Seizing the Bow

(Thanks to Qiankun Zhengqi for the reward, for achieving the leader's dominance, the leader is mighty!)

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The deputy city lord of the ninth floor of Huazhen sneered, and suddenly took out a steel umbrella, and said to the two catastrophe cultivators who came over behind him, "Take those two female cultivators and bring them back."

After speaking, the steel umbrella in his hand made a dull bang, and the black cloth on the umbrella turned into a huge black net and disappeared. After the steel umbrella was opened, nearly a thousand white lights flashed out, and these white lights immediately transformed into magic again. Each white awn splits into countless silver thorns again, just like Ye Mo's phantom cloud splitting knife is endless, and in just an instant, it completely covers the space around Ye Mo.

At this time, the black umbrella handle in the hands of the incarnation cultivator has not been shot, obviously waiting for an opportunity, or thinking that this umbrella handle does not need to be shot at all.

The surrounding space froze in an instant as the cultivator of the ninth level of incarnation moved, as if surrounded by those thorns, and then formed a solidified state.

A large black net with a diameter of tens of feet appeared faintly above Ye Mo's head after being irradiated by countless silver thorns. Obviously, this big black net is the black cloth of the umbrella cover that was hidden just now. It's just that it is several times larger than when it was hidden just now, and it also seals the space around Ye Mo.

In this case, even if he could escape from this terrifying silver thorn, he would still be caught by the giant black net that had been waiting for a long time. In other words, even if he wasn't caught by the net, there was still a jet-black spear with an umbrella handle waiting for him.

Seeing that the deputy city lord had already made a move, the two catastrophe cultivators unceremoniously bypassed the silvery battle center from left to right, and headed towards Luo Ying and Xie Youhuai.

Ye Mo snorted coldly, while the silver light was still transforming and splitting, the purple horn had already been sacrificed. He didn't even look at the steel umbrella's white light and the silver light that had been transformed, just like this. Based on his understanding of the situation, there is no need to look at this knife at all.

A streak of purple light flashed past, and those white lights seemed to be sent to the front of Zihong, and were swept away by Zihong.

There was an ear-piercing sound of "click". The fan bone of the steel umbrella is broken. Countless silver lights dissipated immediately. But Zimang didn't stop, but suddenly parted in the middle, becoming one left and one right.

"Puff..."

Two streaks of blood splattered, and the two monks who were left and right just now were turned into a blood mist by the purple awns, and even the primordial spirit was melted by the purple awns.

The face of the deputy city lord of the ninth floor of Huazhen changed greatly, and he didn't dare to keep the umbrella bone in his hand.

Without hesitation, he took a black awn and stabbed out. At the same time, the big black net was quickly covered. The reason why the umbrella bone in his hand didn't stick out before was not because he was merciful or underestimated Ye Mo, but because he wanted to wait for the best time. Once Ye Mo wanted to avoid his silver space, he urged the black net to restrain Ye Mo.

In this way, Ye Mo must choose a direction to escape. At that time, it is his time to kill Ye Mo. But what he didn't expect was. Ye Mo's strength was far beyond his expectations, he didn't have to dodge at all, just a single purple glow broke his silver glow space. No one has ever been able to break through his silver awn space with a single purple awn, or even directly destroy the white awn fan bone on his steel umbrella.

It is precisely because of this that the cultivator at the ninth level of Huazhen is so confident. It was also because of this that after Ye Mo broke his fan bone, he panicked and directly stabbed the black umbrella handle in his hand.

The handle of the umbrella sticks out. There was a black halo. At the same time, a loud noise burst out from the halo, as if it wanted to turn everything in this space into ashes.

Ye Mo stretched out his hand. Unexpectedly, he directly grabbed the center of the explosion, and at the same time, Zi Qian slashed down again without stopping.

Seeing that Ye Mo dared to grab his umbrella bone and explode, the cultivator at the ninth level of Huazhen was overjoyed.

With a muffled sound of "bang", the explosion of the black umbrella handle was pinched by Ye Mo's palm, and Ye Mo's purple spear smashed the black net that fell from the air to pieces.

The Ninth Floor of Huazhen was completely stunned, he couldn't believe what he saw, and someone could grab his umbrella bone with his hand and explode? Only now did he realize how different he was from the other party, they were not on the same level at all. At this moment, he didn't even have time to beg for mercy. As soon as he gritted his teeth, a big red bow appeared in his hand, and almost at the same time, another thick red arrow appeared on the big bow.

I couldn't see the movement of his hand at all, I could only see him spitting out several mouthfuls of blood one after another, and at the same time the thick arrow on the bow had been shot. There was an ear-piercing sound of cracking the air, and a red arrow thicker than a bucket shot out, instantly sealing the entire space.

It was the first time for Ye Mo to show a dignified expression. This cultivator's cultivation is nothing, but this bow is quite remarkable. He actually put away the Ziyan, and brought it up with both hands at the same time, the surrounding space instantly slowed down, like flowing water being blocked.

"Kaka..." There were bursts of thin sounds, and the cultivator on the ninth floor of Huazhen suddenly felt that his domain was broken inch by inch, and the big red arrow shot just now became slower.

Just now, the other party didn't attack with all their strength. After understanding this truth, the cultivator of the ninth level of transformation immediately shouted in horror: "Friend, stop, Feng Mou admits defeat..."

Ye Mo sneered, do it when you say it, stop it when you say it, how can there be so many good things in this world? He didn't care about it at all, the big hand of Zhenyuan had already grabbed the thick red arrow.

The Huazhen Ninth-Layer cultivator surnamed Feng immediately knew that Ye Mo was going to kill him, and he was about to blow himself up. He soon discovered that he couldn't even blow himself up. The opponent's domain was too powerful, and he was getting more and more powerful.

"My friend, City Lord Feng has conceded defeat, please stop..." Another voice sounded, and then a figure quickly came over.

Ye Mo didn't seem to hear it. The big hand of Zhenyuan had already grabbed the big red arrow that slowed down. Even if the thick red arrow was restrained by his domain and slowed down, Ye Mo grabbed it. At the time of this arrow, the big hand of true essence still collapsed. Even his true energy surged, Ye Mo stretched out his hand without hesitation, grabbed the red arrow again, and punched it out.

"The arrow is a good arrow, and the bow is also a good bow. It's a pity that you are too weak, and you can't even draw the bow. You want to use this bow and arrow to kill people?" The monk named Huazhen Ninth Floor saw a real yuan fist coming to his dantian At the same time, I heard this sentence.

This was the last sentence he heard in his life. He never thought that he would be killed by a big fist of a true monk.

"Boom"

The blood mist sprayed out, and Ye Mo punched the ninth-level cultivator of Transformation into a blood mist. The big red bow and the storage ring of the cultivator of Transformation had already fallen into Ye Mo's hands.

At this time, the figure named Ye Mo stopped in front of Ye Mo. He stared blankly at the three piles of blood mist on the ground, and didn't say a word for a long time.

It took only two breaths from when he spoke to coming here, and within two breaths, Ye Mo had already killed the deputy city lord of the ninth floor of Huazhen. It's not tough, it's just too tough.

Ye Mo also played with the big red bow in his hand and this thick red arrow, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that this bow and arrow was not simple. After a while, he slowly put away the bow and arrow,

At this moment, the surrounding monks were all silent, and the Deputy City Master Feng was an existence that no one dared to speak loudly in Jiaodao City. Whose thing did he fancy in Jiaodao City, as long as he takes a second look at it, you have to give it to him. Don't talk about things, even if he has his eyes on any woman, then this woman can only obediently accompany him.

Jiaodao City is basically a dead city. There is no hope of ascension, no spiritual energy cultivation, and no source of spiritual stones here. Even women are limited in Jiaoshima City. And as long as these women are a little bit better-looking, no one can escape the deputy city lord of Jiaodao City, or a few people under the deputy city lord.

In other places, no one would be obsessed with female sex, but in Jiaodao City, a place where they cannot practice or ascend, or women are their only pleasure.

Mu Wuhui was even more terrified, he was glad that he didn't offend this ruthless man from outside just now, and this ruthless man from outside will definitely be the number one person in Jiaodao in the future. If you offend him, you might as well kill yourself.

"You are the city lord?" Ye Mo glanced at the later cultivator in front of him and asked, the cultivator in front of him who told him to stop was also at the ninth level of Huazhen. When he was fighting with the city lord surnamed Feng before, the cultivator from the ninth floor of Huazhen had been watching from the sidelines, and the monk did not come out until he was about to kill the city lord surnamed Feng. But he didn't know that Ye Mo's consciousness was strong, even if there was a formation that shielded his consciousness, his consciousness knife could break through it.

Hearing Ye Mo's question, the cultivator on the ninth floor of Transformation quickly clasped his fists and said, "Yes, I'm not talented. I'm the city lord of Jiaodao City. Did my friend just come to Jiaodao?"

Wang Jing's tone was very polite, as if Ye Mo didn't kill the deputy city lord and the other two just now, but Ye Mo was just a newcomer.

Although he didn't say it, everyone around him understood that Wang Jing was afraid of Ye Mo. In Ye Mo's breath, he beheaded the deputy city lord whose cultivation level was similar to his. If he dared to offend Ye Mo, he would seek death.

"That's right, I just arrived on Jiaodao, and I killed a few annoying flies." Ye Mo said quietly, there is absolutely no reason for this kind of closed place.

Wang Jing smiled and said: "That's right, because of his good cultivation, he bullied monks with low cultivation in Jiaodao City, and even allowed his subordinates to oppress them. If it weren't for the fact that there is nowhere to escape, Jiaodao City The monks have long since disappeared."

Seeing that Ye Mo didn't express anything, Wang Jing had no choice but to continue: "Now that my friend killed Wang Jing, it can be regarded as giving me a piece of peace in Jiaodao City. From now on, my friend will be the city lord of my Jiaodao city, and Wang is willing to give up the power of this city lord." position, as a deputy. It’s just that you didn’t ask your friends how to address them?”

As soon as Ye Mo came, he killed Feng Mi forcefully, Jiaodaoqiong jingled, he, the city lord, didn't have a few spirit stones to take out, and there were very few monks in Jiaodao City who could take out tens of thousands of spirit stones. The only thing that can win over Ye Mo is the position of the city lord, so Wang Jing invited Ye Mo to be the city lord of the island city.

(The seventh one is here!!!)

......(to be continued..)