Doomed, the whole sect begged me to come out of the mountain

"Yu Junhao, I heard of your name 1000 years ago. At that time, you were the famous God of Killing. Now, why are you still only at the Golden Core stage?"

"It's a pity that the genius back then couldn't keep up with his subsequent cultivation, and now he's not lost to everyone."

"I was not as good as you 1000 years ago, but now, I can beat you."

The monks around were surprised when they heard these words.

"1000 years ago? Uncle, he is actually over 1000 years old? Over 1000 years old at the ninth level of the Golden Core Stage, this talent is not very good."

"That is, according to our current cultivation progress, we will be able to break through in a few decades. This kid... I thought he was very powerful."

"Haha, Master Uncle, kill them! Teach them a lesson!"

"Uncle, you are the hottest genius in our Holy Spirit Sect. You have just comprehended the second level of the sect's inheritance technique and reached the fifth level of the Nascent Soul Stage. Wouldn't it be easy to kill this guy?"

"Uncle, this kid is far inferior to you. When I heard that he was the famous God of Death, I thought he was very powerful. I came here to ask you for help."

Nascent Soul stage monks showed a smug smile after being touted.

"Killing God? To me, it's nothing more than trash!"

"Uncle, how can this guy compare to you, your talent is much stronger than him."

"that is……"

Mo Yu took another half step back calmly.

The murderous aura on Yu Junhao's body was extremely intense, his pupils were covered in scarlet, and the blood in his body boiled again.

Just standing beside him, Mo Yu could hear the rush of blood, and his heartbeat pounded heavily on his chest like thunder.

The Nascent Soul cultivator also saw Yu Junhao's expression, but smiled sarcastically.

"What? These words make you angry?"

While speaking, the Nascent Soul cultivator flipped his palm, and a big knife suddenly fell into his hand.

The others scattered and retreated in all directions, the sword was showing its coldness, and just getting close to it felt the coldness was overwhelming.

"Is this the legendary armor-piercing knife?"

"It is said that this armor-piercing knife is the inheritance of a strong man in the fusion period, and that strong man directly wiped out a powerful sect with only one knife."

"It's too strong! This armor-piercing knife is an earth-level spiritual weapon, a rare treasure in the world."

The Nascent Soul cultivator showed a smug smile.

"Indeed, it was only luck that I got this knife. I almost died in that secret place back then."

"Uncle Master is amazing!"

Mo Yu took another half step back, lazily leaning on a tree with his arms crossed to watch the show.

Yu Junhao's scarlet eyes slowly fell on the knife.

"Oh? Very powerful weapon? Ground level?"

The Yuanyingqi monk sneered, "This time, let me kill you with a single sword. I believe the suzerain should be happy to know that I killed Wang Zhi's apprentice."

Mo Yu stood not far away and raised his hands, "And me, if you want to anger my master, you must not miss a way to go around me, right?"

Is there anyone else looking for death?
A group of people looked at Mo Yu in unison.

With a smile on his face, Mo Yu had already found the best place to watch the show, assuming he was watching the show.

The Nascent Soul cultivator waved his knife and raised his eyes angrily.

"Little girl, don't worry, after I kill him, you will be next."

Mo Yu smiled brightly, "Come on."

In the face of dozens of powerhouses, he can still deal with it so calmly. Could it be that there is another way?
But as soon as he thought about it, the Nascent Soul cultivator threw this idea behind him.

No matter what, it is impossible for this little girl's cultivation to be as high as his. In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy and tricks are nothing but floating clouds.

Yu Junhao moved his neck, evoking a bloodthirsty smile.

"Junior Junior Sister, remember to close your eyes."

The voice fell, and the next second, he suddenly appeared two meters away from the Nascent Soul stage monk, and raised his hand to grab him.

So fast!

The Nascent Soul cultivator's heart skipped a beat for a moment, but he reacted quickly, raising his sword to block.

When the blade meets the palm, there is bound to be blood!

However, before the Nascent Soul cultivator could relax, Yu Junhao grabbed his knife.

The two maintained such a posture, stunned the surrounding people.

How could this be?
This is an extremely sharp armor-piercing knife!

It can easily break through the protective armor of a Nascent Soul cultivator!

It can break through the protection of any black rank yellow rank!
But now, Yu Junhao actually held the blade alive.

His seemingly well-defined, perfectly delicate fingers are actually harder than steel.

Mo Yu nodded appreciatively.

This knife is just a broken knife. There are several gaps on the blade, which can be detected every time the man uses his spiritual power.

These people praise this knife so much, it is only because the people who use this knife are different.

These gaps can be hidden by knife skills.

Obviously, the man in front of him didn't have such superb swordsmanship at all.

He just held the knife in his hand to show off.

And Yu Junhao seemed to have also discovered that the place he was holding now was the 'notch' of this knife.

The man smiled sinisterly, "You want to grab my knife? You're looking for death!"

His spiritual energy exploded in an instant.

Yu Junhao's scarlet pupils became more treacherous and bloodthirsty, but at this moment, he slowly smiled.

"Really?"

He exerted a little force on his hand.

The man wanted to draw out the knife, but was horrified to find that he had no strength left.

Seeing this, the surrounding disciples were a little anxious.

"Uncle, hurry up and counterattack!"

"Uncle, what are you thinking?"

"Hurry up!"

Sweat dripped from the man's forehead.

It's not that he doesn't want to make a move, it's that he can't make a move at all.

Yu Junhao's light and ethereal voice sounded slowly.

"Since you don't make a move, then I will."

After the words fell, the man heard the sound of the knife breaking in horror.

click...

He slowly widened his eyes, watching his knife shatter into pieces in Yu Junhao's hands.

Everyone around was stunned.

how come?
Yu Junhao actually broke the earth-level spirit weapon with his bare hands!
In the next second, the broken section cut the man's throat, and in an instant, blood flowed.

The blood spurted out in an instant, and Yu Junhao waved his hand in disgust to avoid the spray on himself.

This was a Nascent Soul stage strongman, and he died in Yu Junhao's hands like this?
And... the death was extremely tragic.

The man's frightened expression was still frozen on his face.

Yu Junhao took a deep breath, showing an intoxicated expression.

"Finally, I can kill people. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time."

The monks around looked terrified.

"how come……"

He is only at the Golden Core stage, how could he kill the Nascent Soul stage in seconds!
Mo Yu said leisurely from the side, "He has been holding back for 1000 years at the peak of the ninth rank of the Golden Core stage, and killing a person with an unstable foundation in seconds is just a piece of cake."