Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 112 Unhappy

Mo Yu rushed towards the direction where the booklet fell.

His speed was getting faster and faster, and his black Taoist robe was rustling in the night wind.

"Taiyi Combat Technique: Breaking the Sheath!"

A low roar that made all the monsters' scalps tingle was heard, and Mo Yu turned into a sword light, like a divine sword unsheathed, and rushed straight forward.

All the demons in the world at the place where the booklet fell were as if they were facing a great enemy. They were all on high alert, holding their swords tightly, their true energy surging, their eyes fixed on the approaching sword light, and their palms were soaked with cold sweat.

But when the sword light reached halfway, it suddenly turned!
On the tree, a short-haired girl with a sweet face and a pretty good figure was holding three Emei spears in each hand, her fingertips were slightly white. Seeing the sword light coming straight towards her, a layer of fine cold sweat broke out on her forehead and her pupils suddenly shrank.

She instinctively swung out three Emei Spears, the tips of which were wrapped in True Qi and flew through the air. However, she only heard a crisp "ding" sound, and the three Emei Spears were cut off by the sword finger!

"Do you like to stab people?" Her right eyeball had already popped when Mo Yu's voice pierced her eardrum. The feeling of the sword finger piercing her eye socket was like popping a grape, and the sound of the knuckles crushing the ethmoid bone was clearly audible.

The sword energy exploded inside his skull, and the relatively intact body fell powerlessly.

Mo Yu's eyes were already locked on the next place. In his current sight, everything in the world has its own spirit.

There are flowers, plants, and trees, as well as the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers.

To him, these all-powerful monsters hiding in the mountains and forests were as clear as ink dots on white paper.

Mo Yu jumped down from the treetop, and a masked demon with a strange jet-like arm armor on his left forearm stood in front of him.

"Haha! Let me see if you're really that powerful."

He laughed strangely, his sound sharp and piercing, like the cry of a crow.

Before he finished speaking, the jet arm armor on his left forearm suddenly started up, and a fierce airflow evaporated from the armrest, turning into a terrifying thrust, carrying his fist straight towards Mo Yu's face.

The fist was fierce and there was a faint sound of metal clashing, as if this blow could shatter the rocks.

Mo Yu walked forward slowly with an expressionless face, but the moment the fist approached, he suddenly quickened his pace, leaned down like a dragon, and his right palm accurately placed on the shoulder of the masked demon.

There was no need to use any strength at all. The terrifying power unleashed by the jet-type arm armor was not something the masked demon could control or endure. He only felt a numbness in his shoulder, followed by a heart-wrenching pain.

"Crack!" His left arm and shoulder blade were torn apart by his own strength, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and bone fragments mixed with blood splattered out.

Mo Yu casually picked up the jet arm armor in his hand. It was quite hot.

"In your next life, you should calm down and practice boxing. If you have Lu Linglong's skills, you won't be killed by your own things."

Glancing at the masked demon who was knocked down by his hidden kick, Mo Yu gave a piece of advice calmly.

Before he could struggle, Mo Yu's boot sole stepped down hard. With a dull "bang", his head exploded like a ripe watermelon, brain matter and blood splattered everywhere, and the mask was stained scarlet and stuck to the ground.

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Mo Yu looked down at his blood-stained gauntlets and frowned.

How should I put it, it feels uncomfortable.

It's so fucking uncomfortable!
Mo Yu originally thought that he would like killing, and even enjoy the pleasure that killing brought.

His right elbow suddenly transformed into a sword and thrust backwards, its trajectory piercing the night sky like lightning.

"Crack!" Old Wu's invisibility failed with the sound of cracking ribs. He tried to retreat, spitting blood, but found Mo Yu's knife across his neck, not slashing but slowly cutting in like a saw. In the bloody mist of his carotid artery exploding, Old Wu's head spun and flew up.

In the last 0.3 seconds of consciousness, he saw his headless body being pushed into a V shape by Mo Yu's knee, and his spine was broken into seven pieces and stuck out from his back, like a deformed centipede.

"It's so boring."

Mo Yu murmured softly, a hint of weariness in his voice.

No matter how brutal and bloody the way he destroyed his enemies, it could not bring him any joy.

With a wave of his hand, a Quanxing demon who had just snatched the Tongtian Talisman suddenly felt the booklet in his hand getting hot, and then... boom!
The booklet started burning. Several Quanxing monsters were stunned for a moment, then came to their senses and hurriedly used various means to put out the fire.

"Stupid. Really fucking stupid."

Mo Yu muttered irritably, comparing himself to other opponents in his memory.

No matter it is the Baiyue rebels in the Qin Dynasty world or the Haisha Gang in the Heroes World, this group of evildoers who are praised as the worst evil in the world are all evil.

In his eyes, she was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, and even killing her was a pain in the ass!

It was obvious that he didn't do anything to forge it. The booklet was just a crudely made fake. Why couldn't anyone tell that it wasn't the one Lu Jin took out?

The covers are even different! Theirs is all yellowed and full of traces of time, but this one is white! White! It's so white it looks like it just came out of the paper mill!

Was it too dark? Was the moonlight too weak? Was Mo Yu's pressure too strong?
Mo Yu suddenly raised his foot and avoided the sneak attack from underground as if he had predicted it.

The sole of his boot turned, and he stomped his foot down hard, crushing the steel claw blade and the flesh palm into a bloody mess, with metal fragments mixed with bone fragments flying everywhere.

"what!!"

A shrill cry of pain came from below.

Mo Yu lifted his toes slightly, causing the dirt to explode. A monkey-like demon flew up from the pit and was grabbed by Mo Yu by the neck. "How many people have you killed?"

Mo Yu stared into the eyes of the earth monkey, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

The earth monkey was strangled to the point of being unable to breathe. A hoarse whimper emanated from his throat. His remaining arms struggled feebly, and he managed to utter a few words incoherently: "I... I killed... two..."

Mo Yu frowned slightly, tightened his fingers a little, and sent the monkey to the west.

How to say it, he felt more and more that he was out of tune with this world. This world and this country were too peaceful.

The worst villain in the world of peace is just this kind of character.

It’s not that the evil they did wasn’t enough, but that they were stupid and naive in a peacetime way.

For them, doing evil is not a struggle to survive, nor is it a way to get further, but for fun.

It's hard to find fun in such a person.

What really makes Mo Yu happy is not killing or fighting itself.

It is the process of controlling the things that you cannot control, and making yourself stronger in the process of challenging your own limits!
Although Mo Yu had a feeling of wanting more after several matches in Luotian Dajiao, he was indeed improving in every battle, and his progress was very rapid.

But when facing these all-powerful monsters, what did Mo Yu get from them?

Perhaps the only thing that could be considered a gain was the jet arm armor given to Qin Shi Moyu through the chat group.

Although his mind was full of messy things, Mo Yu's movements were not slow at all.
His right claw extended, tearing through the chest of a Quanxing demon like a ghost, blood gushing out and internal organs scattering. He kept moving, and with a flick of his sword, another demon's head shot up into the sky, its blood casting a blinding crimson glow in the moonlight.

A demon wielding an iron chain tried to entangle his legs, but Mo Yu kicked him in the head, smashing his brain and breaking the iron chain into several pieces; another demon who was condensing his true energy and attacking him was crushed by the demon force field and flew backwards, vomiting blood, before he could get close, and smashed an ancient tree, and was completely dead.

No brains were used, just fighting based on instinct.

A man, brandishing a rusty machete, his face distorted and shouting incoherent words, lunged at him. Mo Yu leaned slightly, slashed with his sword, and the man's head soared into the air.

"Kill him! Take the Tongtian Scroll!"

Someone roared from behind, and seven or eight figures rushed out at the same time, with swords and sabers flashing and shadows intertwined. Some were waving iron chains, and some were casting poisonous mist. The attack was like a storm.

Mo Yu's eyes were blank, his body moved like a dragon, his sword fingers pointed continuously, and each strike was extremely precise. One person's throat was pierced, one person's eyebrows burst into blood, and one person's abdomen was cut open, and his internal organs were spilled all over the floor.

In a blink of an eye, seven or eight corpses were lying on the ground, and blood formed a stream.

"Damn, this guy is a monster!"

Someone finally realized something was wrong, and their voice trembled, but under the stimulation of the wine-scented pollen and the Twelve Labor Emotion Formation, their bodies continued to charge forward involuntarily.

Mo Yu glanced around, stretched out his right claw, grabbed the arm of a Quan Xing demon who was punching him, and twisted it lightly, with a crisp and sharp sound of broken bones.

A demon who used the Vermilion Palm rushed over, his palms were red as branding irons, and he pushed the Vermilion Palm to 100% of its strength and slammed it towards Mo Yu's face.

Mo Yu's confused eyes finally showed some fluctuations, and he also pushed out his palms to collide with it. The exoskeleton in the inner armor buzzed and vibrated.

The moment the four palms touched each other, the demon with the Cinnabar Palm had no steel exoskeleton to absorb the force, and the wrist bones made up of many small bones exploded first, followed by the ulna and radius of the forearm breaking like glass tubes.

When the shockwave reached his shoulder joint, the capillaries beneath the skin of this Quan Xing demon's entire arm burst. When Mo Yu finally grabbed his neck, he heard the crisp sound of his cervical disc dislocating.

Mo Yu inserted his left hand into his back, and with the sound of sticky internal organs stirring, the entire spine along with the nerve plexus was pulled out bloodily, with half a kidney still stuck to the tail vertebra at the end.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

As Mo Yu walked towards the crowd with her bloody spine swinging, a Quanxing demon holding a plum blossom needle suddenly collapsed. The madness in her eyes was completely swallowed by fear. She screamed and stabbed the slender plum blossom needle into her temple.

Blood trickled down the needle's tail, and her petite body twitched a few times before collapsing to the ground. She would rather commit suicide than face this devilish young Taoist priest.

I am even more unwilling to die painfully at his hands. The deaths of those companions were too tragic. Even leaving an intact body has become a luxury. It is too painful and too ugly!
Fear began to spread. Even though the Four Madmen's Intestinal Poison and the Twelve Emotional Arrays could suppress reason and amplify greed, they could not completely block the creatures' instinctive fear of death.

For some reason, Mo Yu did not chase after the Quanxing monsters who were fleeing in fear. He stopped, glanced around, and finally locked his gaze on the female alien who committed suicide. Among the corpses scattered all over the ground, she was the only one who was cleaner.

Sitting on her corpse, not caring that the corner of his robe was soaked with blood, Mo Yu looked around at his masterpiece, and a passage from the Bodhidharma Sutra inexplicably emerged in his mind.

"Take that impure form and return to your original place to sit. The dead bodies you see are also my own."

"Having attained the true nature, I no longer harbor evil thoughts. Even with such expedients, my wisdom eye remains impure."

Mo Yu watched quietly, his heart was empty and peaceful, there was no murderous intent in his eyes, nor was there any ripples. All the sharpness and divine light were restrained, as if his spirit was restrained.

A pink skeleton with white bones.

He was originally unable to draw energy from all things in nature, but at this moment he suddenly felt that the sense of separation like a mirage began to blur.

Two completely different worlds gradually merged in his eyes, and the boundary between heaven, earth and nature seemed to be torn open by some invisible force.

A wisp of energy slowly rose from the scene of corpses and blood before him and was taken into his eyes.

He sat upright on the corpse, chanting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice. His black Taoist robe was stained with blood, and he looked like a silent and solemn demon Buddha.

(End of this chapter)